sweetheart
Unfamiliar names popped up in Feng Ting's mind, who is little sweetheart
This title is too nasty, isn't it
The handsome man thought so in his heart, relieved his head for a while, and immediately had a splitting headache, which made his full forehead full of veins, which ruined his appearance.
No... not a sweetheart, but a little companion...
After a round of torture, His Majesty reopened his wet eyes, his lips parted slightly, gasped for breath, and then slowly squinted his eyes, seeing the sleeping young man with a flushed face in his arms, and smiled happily.
But soon, the king was taken away by a new round of pain.
Sometimes it was in a dazed state, sometimes it was a certain personality, or a mixture of several personalities, which tortured him to exhaustion before finally letting him go.
early morning.
A gust of wind lifted the heavy curtains, bringing in the golden morning light and the fragrance of flowers.
The man's strong arms exposed to the air were slanted sideways, as if protecting something, and kept this posture all night.
The sleeping man had unusually three-dimensional facial features, with a sexy chin resting on a black head, while his own blond hair was spread out messily, and even some broken hair fell on the pillow visible to the naked eye.
After Wen Qiu woke up, he turned around in the opponent's arms with difficulty, facing the face that he couldn't bear to beat up.
Honestly, this guy really looks like an angel when he's asleep.
With long eyelashes and a beautiful face, people on earth can look up to him every morning when they wake up.
Tut tut.
But this couldn't change Wen Qiuxing's thoughts of settling accounts after the next autumn. He stroked His Majesty's sexy lips with regret, and then looked fiercely to the side—it was a muscular arm.
Wen Qiuxing grabbed his arm and took a bite.
I still remember that when he and Will had a quarrel more than a year ago, he bit it so hard that he saw blood.
However, the current situation is different from that at that time. The king's physical fitness is higher than that of ordinary people. When he was attacked in his sleep, he immediately tightened his muscles reflexively to block the invasion of external forces.
Wen Qiuxing's tooth was broken just like that, the pain brought tears to his eyes, he quickly let go: "Woo..."
Wen Qiuxing covered his mouth and cursed, raised his palm and greeted the golden head: "Fuck you, fuck you! I'm about to lose my teeth!"
Feng Ting woke up the moment he was 'attacked', with a pair of confused eyes open, feeling the slaps on the head one by one, and the vicious scolding from the children.
he:"… "
If I'm not mistaken, the person who attacked him just now was my friend, and he turned on the defense mode desperately, breaking my friend's teeth...
"..." Mr. Alternate Personality, who had just regained consciousness, buried his face on the pillow, exposing the back of his head and being beaten silently.
"I gave you a face, right? I said no, you dare to go up! Do you want to die?"
"Damn it, I can kill you!"
"You bastard!"
Feng Ting felt that his hair was being grabbed, and then the little friend sat on his back and pressed his head into the pillow hard, pressing it hard!
Stimulate…
"Forehead… "
"You don't have a place to talk!"
Wen Qiuxing continued to scold.
After the gentle sub-personality finally figured out what he did wrong from the scolding, he eagerly wanted to turn around and explain clearly to the little friend that he was not the one who did that.
As a result, his mind was muddled for a while, and the dominant consciousness temporarily became a tyrannical protagonist.
That is His Majesty Sand Sculpture, when he heard Little Sweetheart sitting on his back and swearing at him, his face was dazed and forced.
"Did I do something wrong!" When the king was pressed into the pillow for the nth time, he stood up stubbornly, begging to die to understand!
"What did you do wrong?" Wen Qiuxing stood up from the king, and suddenly stepped on the back of the king's golden head: "You are so fucking tough!"
Even at this time, I still refuse to admit my mistake, very good!
This kick knocked Feng Ting's soul out of his body, and he never got up after lying down.
Because at this time his mind was in a mess, he felt that he was a sub-personality for a while, and he felt that he was the master personality for a while, too many messy memories appeared and disappeared in his mind...
As if after last night, the final fusion is taking place.
The young man who was swearing finally noticed that something was wrong with the head under his feet: "Feng Ting?"
Wen Qiuxing let go of his feet, kicked the man who was pretending to be dead, his eyes were like a little fire-breathing dragon: "What the hell is wrong with you? Don't think that just pretending to be dead can fool you."
After waiting for a while, His Majesty Sand Sculpture still remained silent.
"Hello?" Wen Qiuxing squatted down, turned over the man lying on his stomach, saw a pair of eyes with dilated pupils, and immediately frightened him: "Feng Ting! Wake up, what's wrong with you?"
His Majesty, who was trapped in his personal world, almost heard Wen Qiuxing's voice, and slowly turned his eyes to look at Wen Qiuxing: "Qiuqiu?"
Wen Qiuxing stopped breathing, and then responded excitedly: "Will!"
But the other party didn't respond, he opened and closed his lips on his own, and spoke again under the great anticipation of the people on earth: "Wen Qiuqiu."
The earthlings were dumbfounded: "Your Majesty!"
This time the other party still did not respond.
fuck it...
Wen Qiuxing sat on the bed in a daze, only feeling that he had been on a roller coaster of death in just a few seconds, and his little heart couldn't bear the stimulation.
Because he is afraid!
Will His Majesty the Sand Sculpture become insane
Woo hoo hoo hoo.
But he could only watch helplessly from the sidelines.
Just as Wen Qiuxing was struggling in his heart, whether to tell the doctor the truth, the king reached out and grabbed his ankle, saying something vaguely.
"Don't worry?" Wen Qiuxing struggled to hear what Feng Ting wanted to express, his face was complicated, and he wiped his face and said, "You should explain clearly to me, otherwise I can only call a doctor."
After being quiet for a while, Wen Qiuxing heard the king spit out a few words again: "Organize memory."
This time Wen Qiu woke up and understood, he was dazed for a while, and then a burst of ecstasy welled up in his heart: "Fuck..." Is this going to succeed
Wen Qiuxing was so happy, he threw himself on the naked man, hugged him and shouted excitedly: "That's great, ah!"
Then he madly kissed the other party's flourishing beauty: "I'll settle the score with you when you're fully recovered!"
King: "..."
The king has no time to take care of other things, he is accepting two memories, oh no, it is the impact of three memories, these three memories blew up a hurricane in his brain that could destroy the world.
Emotion from sub-personality: Tsk tsk, I'm amazed at your stupidity, you're doomed.
Emotion from the main personality: I'm going to kill my younger self!
Sentiment from the young king: I die!
The three emotions merged into one, and exploded in Feng Ting's heart. After all... the three memories have been fused into one, and everyone knows who has done what and thought...
After merging these memories, the blond man's face was brilliant.
Now he knows that Wen Qiuqiu's love for them is indeed the same, but! In front of each of them, Wen Qiuqiu showed that he loved the other personality more, this was not their illusion.
What's more, Feng Ting really wanted to kill himself when he was young, how could he have such a stupid idea, thinking that they don't like Wen Qiuqiu, is he out of his mind!
Not to mention last night, that guy with a sperm on his brain actually...
Oh, now the truth finally came out, it turned out that the reason they got beaten up in the morning was because the guy couldn't control his belt.
The main personality and the sub-personality, well, they are the same person now, this state of just merging is simply disgusting, psychological.
For example, the main personality finally knows that Wen Qiuqiu is so, so, gentle and gentle when facing the sub-personality.
The secondary personality also finally knows that it is true that the main personality is cowarded like a dog under Qiuqiu's hands, true!
So a strange state appeared in the king's mind, and the cunning and treacherous side decided to let himself present a subpersonal posture to face Wen Qiuqiu's anger.
The pure side like an angel spurned myself, what the hell did I fuse with, it was simply disgusting.
But this is him.
"Qiuqiu." The king with focused eyes called out weakly.
"Will?" Wen Qiuxing was pleasantly surprised: "It's you, right?"
Feng Ting was full of jealousy. This was a blatant discrimination. But when he saw his partner's smile, he felt as comfortable as if he was being illuminated by the sun. He couldn't help but kissed the other's finger: "It's me."
Wen Qiuxing was stunned for a moment, then hugged the man who had worried him for a long time with reddish eyes: "That's really great."
In three seconds, Wen Qiuxing pushed Feng Ting away: "What about Your Majesty?"
The worry on his face finally brought a perfect ending to the fusion of the two personalities: "Oh, he's dead."
Flutter, face, and, come, of, proud, charming.
Turned into ashes, Wen Qiuxing also recognized it.
"Damn it, you fucking tricked me!" Wen Qiuxing roared angrily, and slapped His Majesty Sand Sculpture on the head while laughing and crying.
His Majesty, who had received countless slaps from the morning until now, smiled and looked at the energetic young man affectionately.
He knew that when he temporarily lost his memory, his Wen Qiuqiu was like a withered flower, and even staying in the palace felt painful.
All this is caused by his stupidity and arrogance.
"I'm sorry." Feng Ting sat up and hugged Wen Qiuxing: "I'm back."
This delicate and affectionate style is obviously Will's style.
Wen Qiuxing had no intention of beating him up.
"Hmm..." Wen Qiuxing's voice was choked with sobs, he slowed down a bit, wiped away the marks on the corners of his eyes and said, "Then you have successfully integrated now?"
Feng Ting touched his back, nodded: "Yes."
Wen Qiuxing was in a complicated mood and full of curiosity: "Then... are the memories of the two of you interoperable now?"
"Of course." The king kissed his ear: "Qiuqiu, you don't have to worry anymore."
"Then your performance after fusion will be more inclined to which personality." Wen Qiuxing asked again.
Although Feng Ting felt that this question was a trap, no personality could lie to Wen Qiuqiu: "Do whatever you want."
The translation is that he can do whatever he wants.
In more detail, he will choose a performance that is more beneficial to him after weighing.
Wen Qiuxing nodded: "I see." Then he grabbed Ya's head and shook it vigorously: "Then what's the matter with you always treating me like Will! Are you so afraid of being smashed by me!"
The king who was poked at the center: "..."
The king hurriedly said to Wen Qiuqiu: "After the fusion, there will be a buffer period of memory confusion. I swear that is not me before. I have never been as stupid as him."
It makes sense.
The human brain is the most delicate thing in the universe, who knows what could go wrong.
It is not time to turn over old scores.
"Okay, are you hungry?" Wen Qiuxing got off him.
Tell people to prepare food at the terminal.
The king breathed a sigh of relief, and then he followed Wen Qiuxing's arrangement, replenished his energy, and underwent an examination.
The doctors who examined His Majesty's brain twice within a week were extremely stressed.
Fortunately, the king cooperated very well this time and did not release his air-conditioning on them.
Moreover, there is no suspicion of marriage between the two Majesties as rumored on the Internet.
… Know that a partner who is not in love will not kiss endlessly when there is a gap.
The fusion took too much energy from Feng Ting, causing him to fall asleep directly on the operating table.
The knowledgeable staff, after the inspection, retreated lightly.
Wen Qiuxing was by his side, flipping through the webpage casually, looking at the mess left after the passionate kiss in the night market.
Although many citizens screamed and cheered, many people pointed out that they were trying to cover up.
It can only be said that the eyes of the masses are discerning.
The divorce crisis that was hidden so deeply was also excavated from a photo.
"Did you really want to divorce me?" A voice came from behind Wen Qiuxing.
"Are you awake?" Wen Qiuxing turned around, showing a half-hearted smile, "That's naturally true." Then he asked, "Do you remember the memory after amnesia?"
Without waiting for Feng Ting to reply: "Oh, you said it, you remember."
At this time, he had restrained his smile and began to squeeze his fists.
Knowing all the truth, Feng Ting stabbed that young self 10,000 knives in his heart, and said embarrassingly: "Be gentle, don't hurt your hand."
These words caused Wen Qiuxing's fist to reach the king's cheek, and retracted it again.
His face was so handsome, he was still reluctant to hit him.
"Fuck you." Wen Qiuxing didn't make a move in the end, just pinched Feng Ting's chin, and bit the other's cheek, leaving a sharp tooth mark.
"Clean up the mess you left behind." The irritable old man said, "I'm going to see the baby."
The king has always been timid and dare not disobey Wen Qiuqiu's orders.
As for the mess the other party mentioned, it should be yesterday's divorce turmoil and the way of clarification with excessive force.
Thinking of this, Feng Ting cursed that bastard a thousand times.
"Street kisses, tsk, jealousy."