Red dust kills beauty

24. Mother liquor ③

"Don't you think it's pretty?"

The witch merchant stood between us and stood in front of Zhaoyao with a smile on his face.I raised my eyebrows, wondering, does he really regard Zhaoyao as his younger brother?Sure enough, the lie was told a hundred times and it became true.

"Good looking." I smiled.

"That's good." Zhaoyao smiled brightly as if she had received some praise.

That night I had another dream, dreaming of that tall, short-tempered young man. "I" pressed his shoulder, without any explanation, and smashed a green emerald on his earlobe.The green dots on his ears flickered on and off in my subsequent dreams.

After getting up the next day, I sat on the bed with the quilt in my arms in a daze.

Illusion, why do I think that irritable little brother is Zhaoyao?

But my family, Zhao Zhao, was only 12 years old yesterday!The unfinished cake from yesterday was still on the table, and there was no way I could get it mixed up.

"what happened?"

One arm was turned sideways, and the voice of the witch merchant, who was drowsy from sleep, came over, said, and leaned over, raised his head like a baby bird looking for food, and searched for my lips with closed eyes.

I leaned over and kissed his soft lips, coaxing in a low voice: "It's nothing, I just had a very strange dream."

If anyone knows best about my poor sleep, it must be the witch merchant who sleeps with me every day.Hearing this, he regained consciousness a little bit, pulled me into his arms like a little girl hugging a bear, and said gloomily, "Brother, who exactly did you dream about?"

Zhaoyao turned 16, and Wu Shang also turned [-] unknowingly.If you say that the biggest difference between him now and before he moved in is that he is finally willing to call me "brother".Although what we do between us is not what brothers should do.

Another point is that his period of weakness is finally coming to an end.Whether it's the extremely high height, which finally exceeds my height, or the arms, waist, and lower limbs with obvious muscle lines, it makes him no longer look like a weak Omega who can fall down when he blows.

Although the witch merchant didn't say anything, I feel that he is actually very happy. There are more movements like hugging his shoulders and waist than before.And all of this gives me the feeling that... the concentration of hormones in the air has suddenly increased.

Just like now, his tall nose tip is constantly rubbing against my neck, sniffing lightly like a cat for a while, and then sniffing again and again at the back of my neck.I felt his covetous eyes on my gland, covered it vigilantly, and gave him a hard look.

"If you smell it again, I will beat you."

It was fine, but he will make things happen.

"Tsk, you look really... a little cute..."

Like a madman, the witch merchant smiled at me for a while, and when I was about to be terrified by his laughter, he said quietly: "Brother~ did you dream of some wild man?"

Note that in the concept of the little lotus flower of the witch merchant, there is a difference between "brother" and "brother".The former is a normal name, and the latter means that he wants to be a demon.

After getting along for such a long time, I have fully understood this man's peeing nature, and I kissed him again with a headache: "I really didn't have any dreams, just a pair of emerald earrings and a floral robe—"

and many more.

I hesitated and said, "Xiao Shang, get up and get down."

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Shaman propped himself up lazily and got up to wash his hands. When he heard my greeting, he came back with a toothbrush in his mouth. His voice was tired and nasal, "What are you doing?"

I rummaged left and right, and finally found the pink coat from the box—it was the one that Lao Bai first asked the tailor to make for me and him, and let the witch merchant wear it.

The witch merchant curled his lips: "Why should I wear the couple outfits of you and Mr. Fu?"

I didn't refute the statement about witch merchants' couple outfits - and there was nothing to refute, I just said: "I want to see you wear it, I think you must look good in it."

The witch merchant went out to spit out the foam, and came back to bargain with me wholeheartedly.

"Unless you..." His smile was a bit sinister, and he leaned over and whispered a few words in my ear.

"!" I opened my eyes wide and vetoed it flatly, "What's the difference between that and a real sword? No!"

This is the third point that gave me a headache after the child grew up. He began to be keen on doing adult things with me.

At the time when he first differentiated—he was really a pre-ripened big Alpha—although theoretically his body was already mature and he would be coerced by the senses because of the 100% matching degree, but he actually didn’t care about it. No interest, even a little conflicted.

This is also the reason why we can sleep purely with the quilt all the time, and live in peace.

But now I feel that he is starting to be dissatisfied.He wants more.

"Brother..." He pinched the corner of my clothes and began to act like a baby to me, his voice soft.

I turned my head to look at his drooping long eyelashes, and his slightly pursed lips.

To tell you the truth, the witch merchant's acting like a baby is very teasing, but I still like it very much.

There is one thing that even Fu Baixue doesn't know. In fact, I have a slight gender inversion disorder, that is, I always feel that I am an Alpha, and the witch merchant is my Omega.

So, which A can reject his beautiful and well-behaved O?

I can't anyway.Although I am the one below.

"..." I took a step back helplessly, "Okay, but you have to change it first."

He made an inch of it, raised his face and looked at me innocently: "Help me wear it."

I walked over without vigilance, but was thrown on the bed by him.The coat floated over us lightly, blocking the light.

The witch merchant embraced me, hid under the pink robe, and kissed me in a pink kiss.

In the dark and narrow space, the roots of my ears became hot from the fumes.After a few times, I lifted him off me, out of breath.

"I can't kiss any more, or something will happen if I continue."

The witch merchant rolled over and lay down beside me, covering his flushed cheeks with his arms, gnashing his teeth in a voice: "Brother, if you don't give me sweets, I'm going to go crazy."

I didn't feel well either, and it took me a long time to calm my breathing: "Have you not given it yet? It's almost the last step, right? Who is the one who dragged me around until after three o'clock last night?"

Yesterday was obviously Zhaoyao's birthday, but after everyone got together and broke up, it was the witch merchant who asked me for a gift.I understand everything about AO who sleeps in the same bed, but I can't stand his pestering. In the end, I can only give it to him.

The witch merchant rolled on the bed depressedly, like a scurrying cat, and uttered a delirious rage: "I want to form a knot! I want to bite the glands on the back of your neck!"

Just hearing a "creak", the metal alarm clock in my hand was pinched and deformed.The witch merchant suddenly fell silent, glanced to the side, and whistled innocently.

I smiled all over my face: "Next time you say something like this, I'll beat you to the point where you lose your Alpha function."

He was wilted, lying on the pillow and pretending to cry, shaking his shoulders.

"But I really want it, I'm going crazy."

...Is it my illusion? Why do I feel that this person is getting more and more free, more and more Drama.

"You bear with me!"

"I can't help it! How can you let me sleep in the same bed every day! I'm a young man with a fresh blood now, not an old man like Fu Baixue!"

Facts have proved that people are shameless and invincible. I was choked by him, and I choked out a sentence: "... If you have the guts, you can say this in front of him."

"No, I don't have one." He hesitated for a second.

"Hey, to be honest," the witch merchant had a malicious smile on his face, and nudged me with his elbow, "What did Mr. Fu do to you?"

I glared at him: "Old Bai said that he wanted me to be responsible for you. A good man who said such a thing is also a rival in love. Wouldn't your conscience hurt?"

The witch merchant shrugged nonchalantly: "Mr. Fu has always been very personable, and I am indeed not as good as him in this regard—so has he ever had it?"

"..." I didn't speak, I glanced away, looking at the sky and the earth but not at him.

"..." The witch merchant's teasing smile froze on his face, and his expression changed, "Hey, hey, right? He really did it? To you?"

I was dissatisfied: "Are you questioning my charm, or Lao Bai's body?"

Mercenaries often have to fight in extreme environments. In order to keep warm/guard/conserve energy, Fu Baixue and I often hug each other or sleep with our backs pressed against each other.

When encountering an environment that is not so dangerous and the nerves are not particularly tense, it is normal for me to fall asleep and roll into his arms.You don't understand the feeling of holding a stove tightly in your arms in the freezing cold—I can't wait to become vines and wrap around him.

In this case, isn't it reasonable to move a little bit sometimes to cause something to happen?

That was many years ago.

Fu Baixue and I snuggled up together, the temperature difference between day and night in the desert is huge, if Fu Baixue is furry, I must have got under his belly.

I woke up one time in the middle of the night and it was a weird intuition—I felt like my mouth was dry and something was going to happen.

As soon as I woke up, I felt that somewhere Fu Baixue was clinging to me.We locked necks, his lips almost touching my glands.

"You haven't slept yet?" I asked, my voice hoarse after waking up.

"How can I sleep in this situation." He said helplessly.

"If you can't bear it, push me away or wake me up." I rubbed my eyes, "Do you want me to help you?"

I don't think this kind of thing is a big deal, so I'm ready to get started.

He avoided my hand: "No need."

I was annoyed by his repeated refusal: "What are you doing? This kind of thing affects the state very much. What if something goes wrong tomorrow? Or do you despise me?"

Fu Baixue held my protruding hand: "No...just, if you help me, I don't have the confidence to hold back."

"I can't help it, I can't bear it." I was puzzled, "I don't even mind what you mind."

Fu Baixue smiled wryly: "Aren't you not looking for Beta?"

"It doesn't matter if you have a one-night stand, anyway, this kind of thing will not affect our relationship." I unbuttoned him one by one, as if unwrapping a long-coveted present.

This man always wraps himself up very tightly, and I have never seen his body.

Fu Baixue stopped laughing, he sighed again, and pressed my hand again, this time with a little more force.

"My words still matter, and our relationship cannot be unaffected. In this case, it doesn't matter to you?"

"..." I was silent for a while, silently withdrew my hand, turned my back to him, and said dully after a while, "Then you can solve it yourself."

He smiled briefly, not sure if he was really smiling, and pulled me back into his arms.

I heard the sound of the zipper being unzipped. I probed my head and wanted to look down, but he held the back of my head and couldn't move.

The rustling sound rang in my ears, and I was very itchy and extremely curious, and I buried myself in his arms and complained in a muffled voice: "Didn't you say you don't want my help?"

Then why is he still holding my waist tightly?I'm pretty sure I got marks on my lower back.

Even though he used such a great force that he wished he could break me, he made this gesture again.

He sticks to me and does this kind of thing without letting me see or touch him. He is really too much.

"Just pretend to be asleep."

As soon as his words fell to the ground, he was taken away by Huang Sha in the howling night wind: "Since you don't want to change the relationship, don't respond to me. As long as you don't respond, I can bear it."

I obediently closed my eyes and pretended to sleep.

The cold lips seemed to be floating on the back of my neck, but the final landing point was on the root of my ear.

The kiss was still restrained.

Perhaps aware of my sudden silence, the witch merchant stopped laughing.Now I look away guiltily and start whistling.

"——!" The witch merchant was aggrieved and angry, "I have never been hugged by you like that before!"

But you're not Fu Baixue!

I raised my hand to ask him to stop being a monster: "We are close friends, we have been friends for more than ten years, you understand."

Due to a very strange psychology, I can't be with Fu Baixue (I don't know if he understands this, so he has been reluctant to sleep with me), but if he wants my life, I can do it without blinking to him.

But to witch merchants and even Zhaoyao, I can't make such a heavy promise.

Wu Shang was angry and aggrieved, pinched my arm and looked like he was about to cry, and kept saying that I can't do this, we are true love and so on.

I leaned over and kissed him, and he pulled me into bed again to fulfill my promise.Anyway, after a lot of fuss, I rubbed my leg with sore ligaments and complained: "Even if I can split a horse, it's not for that."

The witch merchant put my outfit on slowly, with a satisfied expression on his face: "Then don't pull it apart next time, how about putting it together."

I threw a pillow on his face: "Smelly brat with a brain full of rubbish!"

He was fully dressed, turned around to let me see, and imitated my usual walking posture, which was shaking and not in shape, and asked with a smile: "Does it look like it?"

"..."

I couldn't help opening my eyes wide.

Like, very like.

Not only like me, but also like the young man in red and green in the dream.

Seeing that I didn't speak, he thought I was stunned, looked him up and down, then shook his wide sleeves, and said as if he found some toy: "I didn't expect this outfit to be quite fun to wear."

Then he pulled the skirt of his clothes and sniffed: "There is your breath."

His eyes are getting brighter and brighter: "—Hey, I like it! You can give me this dress. If you can't come back during my susceptible period, I will use it to build a nest. I don't want to see you and Mr. Fu Wearing couple outfits makes trouble."

I fixed my eyes on him, seemingly looking at him, but in fact, all my thoughts were occupied by a strange conjecture.

I couldn't help but wonder, could it be that what I dreamed was not my past?

Rather than thinking of the scenes in the dream as the past, I think it is more appropriate to say that they are the future that has not yet happened.

Whether it's Zhaoyao's earrings, the clothes of the witch merchant, or the jade wrench that Fu Baixue has never worn, all of these are completely different from their past experiences, but they cannot be said to have nothing to do with them.

Am I having a precognitive dream?

Then a very interesting question arises, whether the present choice makes the future, or does the future make the present choice?

There is another point that I am very concerned about.

Why in my dream, the building I saw was not so much the self-defense force after renovation, but I felt that it was more like Yu Jingchun's style?

These things made me feel stuck in my throat. At first I wanted to procrastinate, but thinking that I might be able to predict the future, the temptation was too great, and I felt that I could take a gamble.

I want to use the bottle of mother liquor brought back by the witch merchant, but I'm still struggling with how to use it.

While I was meditating, I received a message from Fu Baixue, saying that there was a very important and urgent task, and the two of us had to travel together.

I have long been used to this kind of thing. After telling the two children to be careful, I stuffed the mother's liquid into my sleeve and went to meet Fu Baixue.

What?Ready to pack?Isn't that the old man's business?

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In the end, I never expected that just such a few days of business trip would bring about an earth-shaking change in the relationship between me and Fu Baixue.

Small theater: About the origin of lotus love to act like a baby

The nine-year-old Shaman was still very young, and his short legs couldn't keep up with the pace of the man in front of him. In a hurry, he had to pinch the corner of the man's clothes and said unwillingly, "Teacher."

The careless man was staggered by him, and he didn't understand when he turned around: "What's wrong?"

Wu Shang is really a child with high self-esteem. After a while of mental construction, he pursed his lips and said softly: "...walk slowly."

"!"

The man's face was bloodied by him, and he directly