Uncertain age difference

181.

Everything seemed to be back to the moment when he was injured.

At that time, Lu Chen was really obedient, his ears and face were flushed, he carefully hugged him around every day, and when he touched him, he carefully supported him with his hands, for fear of touching something that shouldn't be touched and offending him.

But when he really hugged him, he said to him carefully: "Little uncle, can you...put your arms around my neck."

"I'm afraid of throwing you off."

The voice was suppressed and panicked.

He looked at Lu Chen's neck where the apron tie was still hanging.

Fair complexion, smooth shoulder and neck lines, under the light, revealing a healthy luster, bowing his head to ask about his curvature, obedient like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

He put his hand up.

Drunk skin, revealing scorching temperature.

Lu Chen trembled.

From the redness of the ears to the neck, he was as pure as the college student who had never touched him at all.

Ning Huang suddenly felt that his reaction was a little cute, so he put his other hand around, and the whole person was stuck to his heart.

Lu Chen's neck was burning red brightly, and his heart was beating fast.

Ning Huang curled up his lips, deliberately mocking him, and said, "Why are you shaking?"

Lu Chen lowered his eyebrows and said no in a panic.

But he stumbled and almost fell back to the sofa.

Lu Chen's apron likes to choose soft cotton cloth, the design is quite simple, but at this time it can't isolate the body temperature at all, and the hotness is exposed.The smell of alcohol on his body mixed with the aroma of citrus, seemed to be transpiring in the air along with the heat.

Like a warm cage.

People are willing to stay in it and sleep.

Ning Huang lazily found a comfortable place in the crescent of his neck, and the soft, crispy ponytail brushed back and forth on Lu Chen's skin recklessly, and he leaned on him proudly and refused to let go.

There is only such a big place in the house, and I walked a few steps with him in my arms.

The drunkard's voice began to tremble, and he whispered, "Uncle, I'm in your room."

He was placed on a soft bed.

Ning Huang let out a "huh" and tugged lightly.

Lu Chen also rolled with him.

Ning Huang stretched out his hand, and logically began to untie the strap of his apron.

——The clothes in the kitchen went to bed, Boss Lu woke up tomorrow, he must go crazy.

Hands wrapped around his back, unavoidably embracing him.

Lu Chen's skin exposed outside the apron was instantly hot. It seemed that he couldn't understand why his little uncle, whom he was taking care of obediently, suddenly hugged him so boldly.

After a long delay, she kissed his forehead, the top of his hair, grabbed his shoulder stickily, and kissed his ear.

He murmured softly and said, little uncle, I must be dreaming.

Ning Huang slapped his head again.

Say, "Low your head."

Finally, the apron was completely peeled off from him.

Lu Chen looked at him confusedly.

Ning Huang hooked the apron on his fingertips, threw off the bed, looked at him with raised eyebrows, and said, what are you kissing?Um?

As if Lu Chen had done something wrong, he didn't speak for a long time.

But seeing his aggrieved look, Ning Huang couldn't help but hooked his neck and leaned into his ear: "What are you thinking?"

He turned off the light, and secretly lectured him by biting his ear.

"Color dog."

The drunkard lowered his head in despair, and he lazily hooked his neck and kissed him.

Now she didn't dare to move anymore, only dared to obey his instructions, and hugged him to sleep obediently.

Ning Huang buried himself in Boss Lu's warm embrace.

He used to bully the children he brought up like this.

Ning Huang has a bad temper and has a good face, so he put on airs to the fullest, for fear that the other party will see that his little uncle is just a soft bun who is strong on the outside but hard on the inside.

But after being bullied, I can't help my bad thoughts just around the corner,

——He remembered that when Boss Lu sobered up, he couldn't remember anything.

So it's okay to do something childish.

He whispered in the dark: "Drunk man, do you want to play a game?"

Boss Lu didn't move.

His night vision is actually not very good.

Especially when the lights were turned off suddenly, the eyes hadn't adapted yet, and they could only see a rough outline. They couldn't tell whether Lu Chen was asleep or not, so they secretly poked Lu Chen's soft flesh.

Lu Chen called him softly: "Little uncle."

Well, awake.

He nestled in Lu Chen's arms and said softly, "Play a game, let me say something, and you learn something, will you?"

Holding him in his arms, it seemed to move slightly, and he guessed that the drunkard nodded half-understanding.

He couldn't see anything, and he became more and more embarrassed, but after a long while, he still spoke word by word.

"I like you."

The night was too quiet.

After a while, I heard Lu Chen say softly:

"I like you."

Knowing that this guy was so drunk that he didn't know where to go, Ning Huang still couldn't help but his ears turned red.

The fingertips that were holding Lu Chen's skirt slowly closed, and his cheeks became hot. He whispered, and said it again.

Lu Chen watched him in the dark and said:

"Uncle, I like you."

Ning Huang chuckled with satisfaction.

She nestled back into his arms and returned to the position she was most familiar with.

Say, go to sleep.

--that's it.

What he wanted to hear most at the beginning was this sentence.

Also, it's a pity that drunks can't do that.

182.

When Lu Chen was drunk, he vaguely saw 27-year-old Ning Huang again.

Held in his arms, his brows were soft, but his mouth said with a touch of disgust, "I hurt my foot, not a broken leg. Lu Chen, let me down."

He lowered his head and said, "The bathroom floor is slippery."

Ning Huang's nose twitched, what did you cook?It smells so good.

He said, trotters and soybean soup.

Ning Huang's expression instantly became unbelievable, and he said, why are you stewing this thing?Milk me?

He smirked and said, complement the shape with the shape, for auspiciousness.

Ning Huang's expression was still disgusted, and he said, who wants to eat pig's trotters.

He said, "Just drink a little, and I'll drink the rest."

Ning Huang breathed a sigh of relief, wrapping his arms around his neck.

People are also close to his body.

At that moment, everything suddenly slows down.

Ning Huang had just taken a shower, the floor was wet and slippery, his hair was slightly long and hadn't been dried yet, dripping drops of water moistened a small patch on his chest.

The air in the bathroom was damp and sticky, and the little uncle also became soft and damp.

He hugged the little uncle in his arms.

But I can only smell a little fragrance wrapped in the clothes.

Ning Huang complained a few words, but did not continue.

He didn't even dare to breathe loudly, and walked slowly for a long time, quietly coveting the sharp eyebrows and eyes of the little uncle, wishing he could use all his cells to feel the little uncle's dependence.

Just like that, he put Ning Huang on the bed.

Every knuckle craves the warmth and softness of the fabric.

But still let go.

He lowered his head, not daring to look carefully at his little uncle's room, even though it had been tidied up by him long ago, he knew the location of every decoration here, and even touched the bedding and pillows here with his own hands, making them warm and soft .

But when the little uncle was sitting here, he didn't dare to take a second look.

He turned around and wanted to leave, but Ning Huang gently grabbed the corner of his clothes.

My heart beat hard.

Ning Huang said, "Lu Chen, bring me the bath towel."

He hurriedly said "um", ran to the bathroom, almost slipped and fell.

Standing still, he hurried back again.

This embarrassed and ridiculous look may have been seen through by the little uncle.

Ning Huang took the bath towel, covered his head, and covered his face before saying lightly, "Lu Chen, your face is so red."

He hung his head in embarrassment.

Afraid of being seen the absurd desires in his mind.

He didn't notice that Ning Huang's neck under the bath towel was also burning red.

Ning Huang rubbed his hair slowly with a bath towel, but his eyes wandered, not wanting to meet him, and said, "Lu Chen."

He said "hmm".

Ning Huang's voice was dry, and he said softly, "You...and me..."

"what do you think?"

His heart was beating violently, and his voice was dry when he spoke, he said, little uncle, I will listen to you.

He is favored by him, admires him, regards him as his reliance, and causes him trouble.

He dared not tell anyone of his affection, let alone beg for alms from him.

He prostrated himself under his idol.

Willing to be his dogs and lambs.

"...Listen to me, okay."

Ning Huang opened and closed his mouth, and finally he was discouraged. He snorted softly, covered his head with a towel, and said:

"Go stew your trotters."

"It's better to stew the pig's head too."

He took off the towel from his head.

Fingers clenched unconsciously.

——The little uncle has an inexplicable fragrance on his body.

183.

When Lu Chen woke up the next day, he was still a little dizzy after a hangover.

The memory in the pre-drinking wine has become hazy, but somehow, the memory of Ning Huang has recovered.

He was only wearing a pair of pajama pants, and he didn't even find himself a pajamas, so he foolishly ran out in slippers.

The strong aroma of coffee filled the air.

He saw the tall and lazy figure standing in the dining room, wearing only pajamas and turning his back to him, rubbing his eyes and making coffee.

He could vaguely see the silhouette that made him fascinated, standing in the mist of the morning.

In his hand is the little blue monster mug.

With his couple models.

He couldn't help but stepped forward, hugged him from behind with a smile, and said, "Little uncle, I'll cook for you."

"It's all done," Ning Huang turned around, looked at him lazily, and said, "Are you sober? Drunk?"

He chuckled lightly, with a slightly hoarse voice: "Wake up."

"I drank stupidly last night."

Ning Huang glanced at him.

He scratched his hair, bowed his head and said, "Little uncle, let me have a sip of coffee."

Ning Huang handed him the cup.

He put his arms on Ning Huang's side, lowered his head and took a sip of his little uncle's hand.

Black coffee with nothing added.

The bitter face wrinkled up and said, "It's so hard."

Using this as an excuse, he kissed his little uncle.

Ning Huang hooked the corner of his mouth, took a sip by himself, and brought it to his lips again.

Lu Chen took another sip.

In this way, each of them drank slowly one by one, and only their eyes seemed to meet.

The aftermath of the hangover is still there, but the burnout between the brows is crushed away inch by inch by the smile.

Ning Huang said, saying that you put on your clothes and dangled around.

Lu Chen asked softly, "Did I say anything nonsense last night?"

Ning Huang paused, then said softly, "I didn't say anything."

Lu Chen smiled and asked, "Really?"

Ning Huang perfunctory as firmly as Mount Tai: "Yes."

His eyes drifted down unconsciously, and he felt a little hot,

He also held the bar behind him with his hand.

Lu Chen leaned forward, squeezed his hands between his fingers, and pressed against him tightly.

He stared into his eyes and asked: "...Since there is no one, why are you shy?"

Now Ning Huang was stunned.

Lu Chen lowered his head, drank the coffee in his cup, smiled gently, and said, "I'll get dressed."

Only Ning Huang was left in a daze, pretending to drink coffee to cover up his guilty conscience.

The result is just to imprint the lips on the side of the empty glass.

...how did he see it.