Everyone owes me a favor

The next day, the sky was bright.

Luo Fuchun was awakened by the increasingly strong sunlight outside the curtain, he frowned suddenly, his headache was unbearable, he forgot where he was, where he was, what night he was.

He reluctantly sat up, squinting his eyes and looking for shoes with his feet. The countless chaotic thoughts in his mind were gradually pulled out of the thread and sorted out.

Master probably hasn't got up yet, but the room needs to be tidied up first. After master's drinking at midnight last night, the wine glasses and utensils must be cleaned.

The new tea hanging in the corridor of "Still Water Flows Deep" is about to be collected.

The master likes elegance, and always likes to put tea leaves into gauze bags and warm them with the scent of flowers and bamboo before he is willing to drink them.

After serving the master, he still has to find Luo Jiu to practice his sword...

Luo Fuchun stretched out his hand to feel the jade hook used to hang the belt, he touched it back and forth, but his hands were empty, and there was no trace of the jade hook.

He still didn't think about it, and simply stood up with his arms open.

As soon as he took a step forward, Luo Fuchun immediately felt that his waist and knees were abnormally soft, and his lower abdomen was tense and sore. He couldn't help but fell forward. He wanted to stabilize his body, but his feet stepped on a piece of cotton-like softness, and he jumped immediately. He fell to the ground, on his knees, grinning as he fell.

He squinted his eyes, lowered his head to touch it, and found that he had stepped on a Taoist robe that had been thrown on the ground.

The taoist robe was scattered all over, with obvious cracks, half of the jade ring hanging on the belt was broken, and only half of the jade remained, the fracture was shining brightly in the sunlight.

... Isn't this Luojiu's clothes and jade? !

Just when Luo Fuchun was in chaos, a hoarse voice came from the messy quilt behind Luo Fuchun: "Mmm..."

A naked hand protruded from the quilt, and touched the empty place beside him.

Luo Fuchun suffocated immediately, staring at the mottled and bruised hand, thinking that he must have had a big dream, he couldn't speak a word for a while, and was too stiff to make half a movement.

The room was quiet, as if only Sang Luojiu was alone.

After touching the half-cold quilt by his side, Sang Luojiu's slightly red eyelids trembled, and they closed tighter for a while, as if opening his eyes unwilling to face the situation in front of him.

"Gone... It's fine to go, there's no need to say goodbye." He muttered to himself, grasping the brocade quilt by his side, and tremblingly called out in a voice that was out of tune from crying last night, "Senior brother..."

Luo Fuchun's heart seemed to be pinched hard by a hand, it was soft and unbearably soft, and he couldn't help but pounce on him, grabbed his fingertips that were slightly purple due to excessive grasping, and rubbed them in the palm of his hand: "Senior brother is here, senior brother Here, those who didn’t leave—”

Touching his slightly cold and limp fingers, in an instant, silent memories flooded in.

Luo Fuchun felt like being struck by lightning.

All kinds of things last night are vividly displayed in front of my eyes.

In Luo Fuchun's limited Mi Yan memory, Sang Luojiu seems to be particularly active.

When the two of them were calm, he always leaned on his neck, looking exhausted, and guided himself softly, making Luo Fuchun feel that he was in a mist of mist, boundless and indistinct. However, sometimes in the sky, sometimes in the water, the only thing that is clear is the face that is full of affection and acceptance, and the appearance of his heart and body doors are wide open, and there is a gap without knowing it...

That look, I don't know if it's a veiled invitation and acquiescence, or trusting him so that he doesn't have any defenses...

As soon as this thought came to Luo Fuchun, Luo Fuchun felt that he must be obsessed with sex and was dazzled.

Junior brother has always been pure and kind, humble and courteous. On the contrary, I often have thoughts and desires for my junior brother, which is really dirty. Now that I have done something wrong, I still refuse to face it, and I want to push the responsibility of emotion to Luo Jiu. ?

How could he be such a person! ?

Hearing Luo Fuchun's voice, Sang Luojiu immediately opened his eyes and held his hand instead.

But after seeing Luo Fuchun's face clearly, Sang Luojiu let go of his hand again, looked away, his ears turned red, as if he didn't dare to look at him: "Brother, you haven't left yet."

This fleeting, attached little action made Luo Fuchun's heart soften even more, and he was reluctant to make a louder voice, apologizing in a low voice: "Luojiu, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I, I offended you and hurt you. You If you feel uncomfortable on your body, senior brother will rub it for you..."

In the middle of the conversation, Luo Fuchun was almost on fire.

Luo Jiu felt uncomfortable, didn't he know?

Fusang Luojiu lay down sideways on the couch and poured hot water, but he didn't dare to go to bed, for fear of having evil thoughts again, so he knelt and squatted beside the couch, looking eagerly at Sang Luojiu, looking very aggrieved and worried. A loyal big dog who knows he has run into trouble.

Until now, Luo Fuchun's head and ears are still bursting with fireworks. Last night's affair, sometimes clear, sometimes blurred, overlapped on the weak and pale face in front of him. Busily staggered his eyes, and secretly scolded himself that he was worse than a beast.

As if aware of his entanglement, Sang Luojiu softened his voice and comforted him: "Senior brother, don't worry, I'm fine."

The more tolerant and gentle Sang Luojiu was, the more difficult Luo Fuchun felt.

He was about to speak, but Sang Luojiu interrupted him.

"Senior brother, I came to look for you this time because I wanted to clarify something with you..."

Sang Luojiu had suffered a lot, and his energy was quite weak, his voice was soft and soft, Luo Fuchun had to concentrate all his attention to listen.

Sang Luojiu continued: "I think, there are two paths for us in the future: we leave together, or... don't go the other way and never see each other again."

Luo Fuchun's heart skipped a beat.

"You don't want to go with me, I actually know it in my heart... I respect Master, and I cut off my retreat by doing this deviant act in public. No matter how hard it is to have a chance with you, I still have a little wishful thinking. But——I am enchanted, you are the Tao, we, after all, there is only one way to go..."

Luo Fuchun was extremely anxious, hearing what he said, he felt distressed and annoyed: "Don't say any more!"

"Okay." Sang Luojiu obediently closed his voice, hid his face in the pillow, and said in a low voice, "As long as this short night of love, Luo Jiu is content. At least, we have such a memory..."

"You...you are not allowed to think like this!" Luo Fuchun became more anxious and stammered, "I want yours! I always want you!"

Sang Luo looked at him for a long time, and spoke with sadness: "Senior brother always praises me for being smart, why don't I know what you were thinking when you came into the piano house? At that time, you don't want me anymore, right?"

Luo Fuchun's face turned pale: "I—"

After Sang Luojiu reminded him, he remembered that when Luojiu asked him to meet, he only said in the letter "I miss my brother very much", the words were gentle and affectionate, but I came here with the intention of parting ways with him... …

Luo Jiu simply missed him, even though he knew it was impossible, he still held a glimmer of hope and wanted to fight for their future, but he not only had to abandon him, but also did such unforgivable evil things——

Luo Fuchun was overwhelmed, so ashamed that tears were about to flow down, and he didn't care about anything, facing Sang Luojiu, he confessed his original simple thoughts: "Luojiu, when I came, I really had that feeling in my heart. Thoughts, but as soon as I saw you, I... I admit, my heart is not firm, I am swaying on both sides, my father and brother are there, and the responsibility is on my shoulders, I can't abandon the way, but I, I, really like you to do that kind of thing Yes, I, Xiao Ran, can promise you that I will never betray you, the way and you are all my begging—"

"Brother." Sang Luojiu didn't seem to believe him, "You said this to me because you wanted to take responsibility, didn't you?"

Luo Fuchun was clumsy with words, upon hearing these words, he almost died of panic on the spot: "No! Absolutely not!..."

Sang Luojiu laughed: "...don't make things difficult for senior brother, I'm going to go back to the world."

Sang Luojiu arched his back, trying to get up, but fell back hard into the softness.

He raised his eyes in a panic: "What's going on? Brother, I can't move..."

Luo Fuchun, who had long regarded himself as the culprit, became more and more at a loss when he heard the words, and groped around his waist, but couldn't figure out why, his face turned pale with fright, and suddenly got up: "Luo Jiu, you won't Something's up! I'll find a doctor for you right now!"

……

The old doctor who was close to Ershun was carried back by Luo Fuchunsheng on one shoulder.

The doctor was knocked out of his brow with sweat.

As soon as he unloaded the board and opened his business, this young man rushed into the hospital, and described the symptoms for a long time. The doctor was confused and wanted to ask more questions, so he hugged him by the waist and carried him like a sack. return.

Seeing that he was in a hurry to seek a doctor, the old doctor thought that the patient was dying.

However, as soon as he got to the bedside, he caught a glimpse of the mottled marks on the patient's shoulders, and the old doctor's face turned dark.

After feeling the pulse, the old doctor was speechless for a while.

But Luo Fuchun didn't know how to read people's eyes, so he leaned forward and asked, "Sir, what's the matter?"

The old doctor rolled his eyes: "Are you asking me?"

Luo Fuchun was dumbfounded: "Huh?"

Seeing this situation, the old doctor decided that the young man was not good enough, so he simply didn't give him any face, and said directly: "It's too much sex."

Luo Fuchun: "..."

With a blank face, the old doctor wrote out a prescription with pen and ink on the table: "If you act softly, this kind of thing won't happen."

After saying that, he looked up at Luo Fuchun whose legs were still trembling slightly, twirled his goatee, and said sharply: "Young man, do you need me to give you one to mend your body?"

Luo Fuchun pinched the two thin prescriptions tightly, his handsome face was flushed red, he was ashamed to death.

He sent the doctor out with a hot head like this.

When the door creaked and closed, Sang Luojiu, who was lying on the bed, unconscious or asleep, moved for a long time.

He raised his right leg, endured the unspeakable pain in his body, and raised a corner of the brocade quilt that was well covered on his body.

The quilt slid down his calf until it reached the crest of his knees.

Sang Luojiu lowered his calves, folded his nipples, and tilted them up slightly. From this point of view, the finger marks on his wrists became more and more vivid. The bruises and purples were intertwined, which was very frightening. It was enough to see the recklessness, innocence and passion of that person last night. rude.

... This person lifted his feet and took a closer look last night, then pushed him to lie on his side, bent over and slanted through, it was really savage.

Sang Luojiu promised that when Luo Fuchun left and came back, the first time he came in, he would definitely see the traces left by him.

However, thinking about what happened last night, Sang Luojiu still couldn't hold back his emotions, clenched his fists, and punched the bed board with a little annoyance.

His plan was not like this.

Some things are completely beyond his calculations.

Sang Luojiu originally thought that his senior brother would be sensible and would not dare to make a move because he was worried about hurting himself.

Before he came, Sang Luojiu had intensively researched many techniques and made all the preparations. He would try his best to make his brother obsessed with this feeling, so that he could never leave him again.

Who would have thought that when Luo Fu's love was strong, he would really be a rampant bull, no matter how hard he pulled it, he would not be able to pull it back.

When Sang Luojiu realized that he could not control the situation, it was too late, he had no choice but to endure it, and was gradually led into a situation that he had never imagined before.

I don't know, how much did the senior brother let me when practicing swords with me?

Although the current effect of acting according to the situation is better than he expected, but...

Thinking about it, Sang Luojiu relaxed his fist and pillowed it on his arm, not knowing whether he should laugh or react in other ways.

In the end, he still chose to laugh.

...Fortunately, no matter whether the plan is successful or not, the senior brother is as cute as he thought.