Every night, there are always a few piaos knocking on the door

Since the sofa is broken, then of course, people cannot live in it, right?

After Luo Weiyu finished eating, she immediately absconded in fear of crime with a cold silence.

The two people who were left in the living room stared wide-eyed.

After a long time, Qingkong said quietly: "Ling Chuan, I will live with you."

"..." Is it really good not to ask his master's opinion like this...

Seeing that he didn't respond, Qingkong said quietly, "What? Are you so unwilling?"

"!!!"

Qing Kong glanced at him, turned around and walked to his room, "Well, I knew you would."

"(┳＿┳)..." I mean willing? ?What do I call willing? ! !Can you stop teasing me... Clear sky... Clear sky... Hey, Clear sky... Come out... Come out... Don't go in... Hey! o(TヘTo) (Xiao Jiu: Why does it feel weird...)

Somehow, Ling Chuan felt that Qingkong seemed to hear his inner cry, so he stopped at the door.

Ling Chuan looked at Qingkong with his wet eyes——Qingkong, come out quickly!Yes, yes, come out!come out……

Qingkong turned around and smiled at him, "Brother Lingchuan, why don't you come over?"

"(﹃)"

When Ling Chuan reacted, he had already been pulled into the room by Qingkong.

(*/ω＼*) Hey Ma, beauty is misleading!

As soon as Clear Sky entered the door, she began to undress.A perfect inverted triangle figure, which looks thin when dressed, but fleshy when undressed.Thin, streamlined muscles contained unparalleled explosive power.

Very tempting.

Ling Chuan stared at him dumbfounded, "Hey... you... why are you taking off your clothes!"

Qingkong took it for granted: "Sleep! Come here soon too! Go to sleep!"

"..." Ling Chuan subconsciously clutched his clothes on his chest, "Who wants to sleep with you!"

Qing Kong's face darkened, "Who are you going to sleep with if you don't sleep with me?!"

But Ling Chuanruo didn't realize it and said: "Whoever I like to sleep with, you don't care so much!"

Qingkong narrowed his eyes and clenched his fists tightly.

Anyway, it's summer, so there's no need to change clothes.Ling Chuan lay down on the bed directly, and turned over irritably.

Qingkong gritted her teeth and lay down next to Lingchuan.

Qing Kong itself is the kind of person with a strong sense of presence, full of aura, and coupled with his seriousness, he will have a strong sense of oppression for those who are not familiar with it.

Ling Chuan never thought that one day he would become the oppressed one.

The world is impermanent.

The people around him kept releasing low air pressure, and Ling Chuan couldn't sleep, so he could only turn off the lights and stare blankly at the round moon outside.

He could feel Clear Sky was upset.But he didn't know how to face him.

Qingkong's feelings have been suppressed all along.Then, since when, don't cry, don't laugh.All the emotions are hidden behind that pretty paralyzed face.He is so introverted that people can always forget that he is actually just a teenager in his teens.

Almost no one believed that Qingkong was actually several months younger than Lingchuan...

Ling Chuan suddenly felt the clear sky behind him move.

His arms were all the way across his body.

He subconsciously held his breath.

Ling Chuan waited quietly for a long time, Qing Kong didn't speak, and remained motionless.

Ling Chuan sighed softly, stretched out his hand and pushed his arm.

No push.

Push again.

Still haven't pushed...

Ling Chuan gritted his teeth.Push again.

Still no push.

Ling Chuan turned over and said angrily, "Your arm is dead, why are you putting it on my neck?!"

Qingkong's face was facing the moonlight, and his deep black eyes covered the thousands of moonlight in his eyes, and looked at him deeply.

Ling Chuan pursed his lips, "You let go of me! You hug me like this, it makes me very uncomfortable!"

Qingkong frowned, but tightened her arms.

Ling Chuan was so strangled that he couldn't breathe, sticking out his tongue like a puppy.

Qing Kong snorted softly, unable to detect any emotion.

"Ah! You hurry to let me go! Wan Qingkong! You're never finished!"

Qingkong pursed her lips, "Don't call me Wan Qingkong, call me Qingkong..."

Ling Chuan went crazy: "What do you call me?! My lord, what do I call you? You care so much! I'll call you Wan Qingkong! Wan Qingkong! Wan Qingkong..."

He swallowed it the last few times.

He suddenly hesitated to speak.The face of the clear sky is getting darker and darker, and it is cloudy enough for several days of thunderstorms. (ps: This sentence is taken from the book "Flowers Blooming" by Shui Da. I feel that it looks very good when used to describe it! It should not be considered plagiarism...not counting...singing fingers)

Qing Kong looked at him for a long time, and finally sighed helplessly, "You are really a weather forecaster."

"(#°Д°)?"

Qing Kong poked Ling Chuan's head with a finger: "We two together make a domestic cartoon! Do you know what it is?"

"..." Qingkong likes to tell such cold jokes the most... It hasn't changed after all these years...

"Mindless and unhappy!"

"..." Silence...still silence...

Qing Kong continued to frown and poke.

Ling Chuan was furious, and grabbed his hand, "What are you poking! Do you think my head can't be leaked by the super strong Durex?!"

"Pfft..." Qingkong held his hand back, rolled over and pressed against him, and laughed loudly, "Hahahaha... Ling Chuan...you...hahahaha...you are such a treasure..."

Ling Chuan looked at the person holding him down with a sad face, and said aggrievedly: "What are you doing... Let go!"

Qingkong breathed for a while, and said with some depression: "Why don't you listen! I told you before... when I was pressing on you...don't move..."

Ling Chuan tightly covered his mouth, and tremblingly pushed Qing Kong's shoulder, "You...you...you hit me..."

"..." Qing Kong pursed his lips, and after a long time of fighting in his heart, he let go of his hand and lay on Ling Chuan's body.

Ling Chuan struggled: "...I'm...I'm dying! You...you...you get up..."

Qing Kong remained motionless, without changing his face, he said: "My hands are numb."

"..." (o#゜曲゜) o The soul is light!Nimei!Go Nimei's hands are numb ah ah ah ah ah! ! ! ! ! ! !

Qingkong looked at him with her lips pursed, expressionless and speechless.

Ling Chuan gritted his teeth and said, "You're smiling! I saw it! You're smiling! How dare you laugh! Laughing, laughing!"

Qingkong shook her head in a good mood, "No."

“(#｀′) obviously laughed!!!!!!!!!”

Qingkong simply relaxed his body, and looked at his vivid expression with a teasing smile, "Ling Chuan... What do you think is wrong with you?"

"o(TヘTo)" Ling Chuan was very angry, you don't know what's wrong with me, you still come to find me!You came here to tease me!You are weak!I will bite you to death! "Aww!"

Ling Chuan bit his shoulder firmly, like a wolf that had been hungry for several days, and he would not let go.

Qingkong stroked his hair dumbfounded, "Look at you... you have never acted like an older brother! Why do you blame Ling Hai for not treating you as an older brother?"

Ling Chuan's movements suddenly stopped.

Qingkong laughed helplessly, and reached out to touch his shoulder, "You have been hiding for so many years...how did you hide? We couldn't find you...don't you love Ling Hai the most? Tell?"

"..." Ling Chuan turned his face away, his voice became slightly cold, "Let go!"

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Being poked at a painful spot, even Durex will hurt, Alu! (Crowd: It's muddy!) Cold Joke Emperor + Cold Field Emperor = Wan Qingkong!That's right!Ling Chuan is angry... um...