How swollen!The scumbag's gold master asks for reconciliation

Mu Zhongqian lay on Xiang Yi's back, kept rubbing against Xiang Yi's neck, and even lightly touched Xiang Yi's earlobe with his lips, Xiang Yi couldn't help shivering.

"Hey, don't move around."

"Hee hee, I knew that your earlobe is the most sensitive." As he spoke, he tried to bite his earlobe again.

Xiang Yi hurriedly turned his head to avoid it, and said angrily, "Mu Zhongqian, please be more honest, I will throw you down if you make trouble again believe it or not."

"Okay, cheapskate, you can't even joke around." Mu Zhongqian buried his head in Xiang Yi's neck as he spoke, and stopped teasing him.

Snowflakes are still floating in the sky, getting bigger and bigger, and under the dim light of the street lamps, they are crystal clear.

"Xiaosi, it's so good that I grow old with you..." Mu Zhongqian murmured.

Xiang Yi didn't say anything, but he couldn't help feeling hot in his heart.

The building he lived in was in the deepest part of the community, and he always felt that it was a long way to walk, but with Mu Zhongqian on his back, it seemed that he arrived within a few steps.

Later, when I thought about it many times, Mu Zhongqian was lying on his shoulders, and the journey he walked was the time when he felt most at ease.

Back in the room, Xiang put Mu Zhongqian on the sofa.

Under the bright light, he just noticed that Mu Zhongqian's black coat was dirty with dirt, and even the back of Mu Zhongqian's hands had a few scratches, and he didn't know how to do it.

My heart throbbed hard.

This damned man, isn't he very mature, stable and rational, why is he so careless, he can't even take care of himself.

Although Xiang Yi was annoyed, the action of helping Mu Zhongqian take off his coat and shoes was much gentler.

The snowflakes on Mu Zhongqian's hair had gradually melted and became wet, Xiang Yi suddenly remembered what he said just now.

It would be great if we could grow old together... But that seems impossible, and I feel a little uncomfortable for no reason...

He found a box, padded a pair of sweatpants he didn't wear, and put the shivering puppy in it.

For a moment, he didn't know whether to take care of this poor little milk dog first, or take care of the drunk Mu Zhongqian first.

The little dog was dirty and covered in mud. It was impossible to tell whether it was originally white or yellow. It looked at Xiang Yi with its big watery eyes blinking, barked from time to time, and licked Xiang Yi's fingers. It's so painful to look at.

Xiang Yi found a bowl, poured a box of milk he just bought into it, and put it in the box, but the little guy seemed very alert and didn't dare to move.

"Little darling, it's not cold, drink quickly, and go to bed with a full stomach." Xiang Yi stroked the puppy carefully and gently, and the little guy was very docile.

"Why are you so obedient, so cute."

He has always liked puppies and wanted to raise a dog since he was a child, but he never had one due to various reasons. This poor and cute puppy immediately aroused his love.

Xiang Yi communicated with the puppy very patiently.

After a while, the puppy seemed to gradually let go of his vigilance. Under Xiang Yi's guidance, he cautiously approached the milk and tried to eat it. It was so cute to see the milk on the little guy's dark mouth.

After the puppy was settled, Xiang Yi raised his head to look at Mu Zhongqian, only to see him leaning on the sofa, he woke up at some point, staring at Xiang thoughtfully.

When Xiang looked at him, he was meeting his fiery gaze, which was deep, fiery and meaningful, and Xiang Yi felt a little embarrassed.

After teasing the puppy, Xiang Yi went to wash his hands before approaching Mu Zhongqian.

"Are you uncomfortable? Want to vomit? Let me get you a glass of water..."

He was about to turn around and go into the kitchen, but Mu Zhongqian grabbed his wrist and pulled it hard, his center of gravity lost his balance, and he fell into Mu Zhongqian's arms.

"Don't go..."

"I'm not leaving, I'm just going to get you a glass of water."

"Don't drink..."

"Are you hungry?"

"hungry."

"What to eat?"

"Eat you." Mu Zhongqian's half-closed eyes suddenly revealed a hint of danger, and he said that he had already put his hands on Xiang Yi's chest.

Xiang Yi pushed Mu Zhongqian's restless palm away, "Don't think that I won't dare to smack you if you're drunk, just make an inch of it."

"It's so cold, I have a headache, it's so uncomfortable." It was rare for Mu Zhongqian not to talk back to him, but his eyelids drooped weakly.

Xiang Yi reached out to touch Mu Zhongqian's forehead, it was so hot.

He must have a cold.

"Mu Zhongqian, you should change your name to Mu Sansui. Are you getting yourself drunk and showing yourself off with a cold? You're so childish." Xiang Yi's tone couldn't get angry.

He went to the kitchen to make ginger and jujube tea, which not only sobers up the wine, but also dispels the cold.

Looking at the clock, it was 03:30 in the middle of the night, and he had to go to work tomorrow. His good sleep was completely ruined by that little milk dog and Mu Zhongqian, that drunk dog man.

It's just that the little milk dog is so cute. After licking a bowl of milk, he has already curled up into a hairball and went to sleep, snoring slightly.

After the ginger and jujube tea was cooked, Mu Zhongqian lay reclined on the sofa, half asleep and half awake, but he refused to drink it no matter what.

"I don't like the smell of ginger. It's disgusting. Take it away." Mu Zhongqian said in disgust.

"You're not a child anymore, why are you pretending to be immature, give me a drink quickly." Compared with his attitude towards puppies, Xiang Yi's attitude towards Mu Zhongqian is not so good-tempered.

"Didn't you call me Mu three years old? I'm childish, so I don't drink." Mu Zhongqian pushed the bowl away.

"I really want to hit you." Xiang Yi gritted his teeth.

"You can't beat me, or let's fight on the bed?" Mu Zhongqian smiled slyly.

Xiang put a bowl on the table, "Whether you like to drink or not, I'm going to bed, I don't care about you."

"It's so cruel." Mu Zhongqian moved faster than Xiang Yi, hugging his waist, not letting him go, "I'll drink, can't I drink, cheapskate."

Mu Zhongqian picked up the bowl, drank it in two or three sips, wiped his mouth, frowned, "It's really bad..."

In the next second, before Xiang Yi could react, Mu Zhongqian leaned over and pressed his mouth tightly against his lips.

The taste of wine is mixed with ginger, wanton grabbing.

"It's so sweet..." Mu Zhongqian pouted.

"You're enough." Xiang Yi came to his senses and pushed Mu Zhongqian away.

Being pushed like this by Xiang Yi, coupled with Mu Zhongqian's legs softening, he fell heavily into the sofa again.

"Oh..." Mu Zhongqian gasped.

"Where did you hit?" Xiang Yi was filled with guilt, and hurried to check.

But he was embraced by Mu Zhongqian again, raised his eyes, and met his smiling eyes, he was played by Mu Zhongqian again, it was the same, the sofa is soft, how could it hurt him.

"Have you had enough trouble..." Xiang Yi broke away from his embrace angrily, "I have to go to work tomorrow."

"No..." Mu Zhongqian said vaguely, "What kind of class do you work in? Let me support you, okay?"

"You're drunk." Xiang Yi sighed.