Male god encounters scheming

Zhou Han didn't say anything all afternoon. Since that's the case, he simply thought it's better for you to be the first grader and I to be the fifteenth grader. Let's all be fair.

In the show, Zhou Han tricked Cen Mo to "pretend to be cute" with him, so at night...be more friendly.

Thinking of this, Cen Mo couldn't help jumping up and down on the big bed in the bedroom.

"Cen Mo, where's the hair dryer?" Zhou Han wiped his hair and opened the door to come in.

Cen Mo just bounced on the bed in an indecent posture, and rolled to the ground in shock: "Ah, isn't that...in..."

Zhou Han squatted down and looked at him suspiciously: "Under the bed?"

"In...the bathroom." Cen Mo finally got up, blushing and wanted to run outside, "I'll get it for you." Damn, it's so ugly!

Zhou Han grabbed his arm.

The thin white arm feels great in the big palm, but... a little thin.Zhou Han frowned subconsciously, and moved his hands to his shoulders: "It's not in the bathroom. I've looked for it."

"No way. I used it last night..." Cen Mo suppressed his embarrassment as much as possible.

I have ruined my image recently enough, pretending to be smart and capable in front of others, I don't know why every time I come to Zhou Han, I always mess up.

The more you want to create a perfect self, the more you do the opposite again and again.Violent beatings, electric shocks, burns, messy house that can’t be cleaned up, even a kiss will be caught on the spot... Now I’m still on the trampoline like a silly child.

All in all a mess!

And he really didn't remember where he lost the hair dryer after using it last night.Come on, the accusation of not being able to deal with it is a solid one.

"You fell asleep after drying your hair last night?" Zhou Han continued to ask.

Cen Mo hummed, and sat down on the bed like a simulation: "I just blow-dried my hair here... I will turn on the hair dryer after blow-drying..." As the scene reappeared, something flashed through his mind, and he remembered it!

Cen Mo turned around in surprise: "I remembered..." He paused.

Zhou Han was leaning down, with his arms crossing his shoulder blades to grab something, the tip of his nose was facing his widened eyes that just turned around, as if he didn't expect to suddenly become such a posture, he just looked at him fixedly for a while.

"I remembered..." Cen Mo's voice was so slow that he could only hear it when he pressed it against his mouth, "I put the hair dryer on..."

"Under the bed." Zhou Han slightly bent his lips and said it for him. By the way, he picked up the "missing" hair dryer from the floor behind Cen Mo with his long arm. "I have seen it."

Cen Mo: ...

Zhou Han is used to a paralyzed face, his personality is introverted and he doesn't like to talk to people, and because he is tall and big, most people think that he is indifferent or even cold, so as a school grass male god, he has always been consciously viewed from a distance.

Cen Mo is the most daring person in recent years.

But what even Cen Mo didn't know was that when ordinary people see something they like, their first reaction is to jump for joy, but Zhou Han only tightens his lips to keep his emotions from showing.

He held the hair dryer in his left hand, propped his right hand in front of Cen Mo, and tightly pursed his mouth.

The two were very close, and looked at each other even closer than the last time they kissed. For a moment, Cen Mo thought he had touched Zhou Han's chin.

This person is not so good-looking, he is so handsome!

"Why did you put the hair dryer under the bed?" Zhou Han's hoarse voice sounded, and his warm breath brought a slight shudder.But what's the point of talking about such a disappointing topic at such an ambiguous distance? !

Cen Mo slowed down for a second, then smiled slightly and moved closer: "I don't remember..." Every curve of his parted lips just brushed against the opponent's chin as if calculated.

Don't stop for half a minute.

Zhou Han's straight back froze slightly, his black eyes became darker and deeper: "...I... can I?"

Cen Mo smiled, his brows and eyes widened, and his delicate and delicate face became charming in an instant. He raised the corners of his eyes and raised his voice: "What do you think..."

Zhou Han stepped forward.

……

The room is full of tenderness.

It wasn't a stormy rush, they touched each other briefly and quickly, again and again, as if each time they couldn't help but try to move on to the next one.

Stretching in the middle, the hair dryer was moved to the side by someone, and then fell to the floor again with a "bang". Cen Mo was startled, and turned his face away from his warm lips, But he was lightly pinched by the hand around his waist, as if punishing him for not paying attention.

Then his painful inhalation was swallowed into the next scene.

The tender and lingering kiss rolled up the broken and suppressed moan in the throat.Zhou Han's hands supporting the bed slowly leaned forward and pressed Cen Mo down. The bed seemed to be unable to bear the weight of the two grown men and made a slight creaking sound, but they hadn't realized it.

No one is an innocent child who has never kissed before, but at this time, there is really no skill.Zhou Han completely relied on his instinct to blindly seek the soft sweetness, only the "not enough, not enough..." that kept popping out in his mind

But what is enough?One side takes unlimited demands, while the other side allows him to attack.This is simply an endless feast.

A longer intimacy than the first until I can't breathe.

Taking advantage of the gap of breathing, Cen Mo blinked his eyes, and his long eyelashes hit the bridge of the other's perfect and impeccable nose, making it tickle and numb.Zhou Han raised his lips, his eyebrows and eyes were deep and fascinating.

"Turn off the lights." Cen Mo said.

Zhou Han: "..."

"I'll be ashamed if I don't turn off the light for the next thing." Cen Mo said softly.

But Zhou Han didn't see any shyness in him at all.In his eyes, there is only the pink and red hair on the pinna, which makes people want to bite and hold on...

In the end, the slender hand turned off the light beside the bed in a kind manner.When he returned to the warm body, a hand immediately wrapped around his neck and wrapped it around him.

The depressing breath in the dark is like a secret hidden love, making people blush...

The third round ([-]) people see people's hearts

The third round (1) People see people's hearts The third round [-]

When Cen Mo woke up in the morning, it was already daylight.

The curtains that were not drawn last night were quietly drawn aside, and a ray of warm morning light came through.

He turned around and stretched out lazily on the dry bed sheet: "Uh... hiss!" Cen Mo suddenly remembered the presumptuousness of last night after he slammed his lower body hard and felt an unspeakable soreness.

He turned his head, but the place next to the pillow was empty.

Zhou Han is not there.

Cen Mo paused, hiding his disappointment and tried his best to get up by himself while supporting his waist.

When he was getting dressed, he found that the underwear on his body was no longer the one he wore after taking a shower. It seemed that Zhou Han didn't forget to clean it up for him after finishing his work last night.No wonder there was no sticky or greasy discomfort other than soreness.

well enough.He barely bent the corners of his lips, and stepped on his slippers to come out of the bedroom.

The living room was quiet.

Last time Zhou Han also got up very early, but he remembered to buy breakfast for him when he came back from a run, but this time there was no one else at home.

Is it still too impatient.Cen Mo poured himself a glass of water, feeling a little worried.

He is not sure about Zhou Han's level, because he can't find any reference evidence of who he has dated with, and because they are actually each other's first attempts.Cen Mo does not deny that he has taken the initiative a little bit, but according to their progress, from confirming the relationship→kissing→living together,→OOXX, everything follows his heart.

The atmosphere and timing of last night were very suitable, and it happened that the other party also had feelings.

And all the worries that I had had never happened.Even if there is a slight discomfort, Cen Mo will not let the matter continue.

Not only did Zhou Han not repel, but he was even in a good state. Although the skills did need to be improved, there are some things that cannot be ignored.Cen Mo remembered that he begged for mercy afterwards...

But, yes, now, in, people, going, where, gone!

In the plots of TV dramas, I always like to describe this situation of waking up and seeing no one as the prelude to tragedy.Cen Mo wrote it himself...he could guess what would happen next.

——Shou Jun melancholy found countless reasons for Ba Diao's ruthless Gong: he hasn't adjusted his mood, he has something to do, he just went back to change clothes... But no reason can stop him from being alienated in the future destiny.

——He came to apologize, saying that it was a momentary distraction, please forgive me, goodbye is also a friend.

The more Cen Mo thought about it, the more uneasy he became, no matter what kind of possibility he wanted.

He has never been so uncertain, but since Zhou Han promised to be with him, this uncertainty has always accompanied him.He carefully calculated step by step, trying his best to choose the best way to approach him, entangle him, and seduce him.There are many surprises and differences in the middle, but there are also surprises and warmth.

What if it's just a playful attempt, and you regret it after playing with fire?

Cen Mo was not sure whether he could accept such a result calmly.Zhou Han disappeared after waking up, he could hardly bear it anymore.

In the past, he would never have believed that he could be so fragile...

Standing in the kitchen holding the glass of water, it took him a long time to realize that he was going to drink it.But after taking a big sip, he was almost moved to tears by the spicy taste, is this...?

When Cen Mo turned on the kettle, his eyes really got wet.

In the pot is the ginger tea that Zhou Han made last night.

The fiery, spicy ginger and jujube tea, which no one gave him after the age of 17, was as unpleasant as ever.But Cen Mo drank the cold tea in his hand almost without hesitation.

The cold water falling down the throat and into the stomach was more unbearable than ever, and it was no wonder that his eyes were sour from choking.

"Hehe." Cen Mo smiled bleakly.

"What are you laughing at?"