Six in the morning.
Bai Liu was kissed all the way from the neckline with his head by the person next to him while he was half dreaming and half awake. His consciousness was not fully awake yet, but he opened his arms lazily and "touched" around the back of the neck while he was sleeping. He closed his eyes very much. Kiss Fang naturally.
Fang got up and clamped Bai Liu's slender wrist with one hand and pressed it up against the bedside table. His body was oppressive and pressed against the Bai Liu who was kissing him, and his other hand was pasted from the bottom of Bai Liu's loose top. .
"Itching." Bai Liu's voice was slightly dumb, "what?"
The person breathed slightly, but the voice of the answer was still very steady: "Sixty-one."
"I'm not going to work today." Bai Liu finally narrowed his eyes slightly, and his hand slid down from his back, pressed against the sturdy shoulder blades and back muscles, panting lightly, "Do you?"
Fang paused: "."
Bai Liu chuckled, he sat up straight, took off his shirt from the bottom to the top and threw it to the foot of the bed, then took two steps with his knees, half-sit on Fang's bent knees, hugged Fang with his eyes down and touched. kiss.
Fang forcefully and directly pressed Bai Liu against the wall, and his broad hands pressed against Bai Liu's waist and slid upward. Bai Liu slightly narrowed his eyes, bent his feet on both sides of the square waist, and hugged Fang's waist.
Bai Liu said with a distressed and dull voice: "It's this pose again..."
"You really like this position."
Bai Liu raised the back of his neck and buried him in Bai Liu's shoulders. He held Bai Liu tightly in his arms, his voice muffled, "This way I have the most contact with you."
"Negative distance contact, this depth of contact." Bai Liujue was funny, and he did laugh out with a gasp, raised his hand to "touch" the side face underneath, lowered his head and kissed Fang, his eyes trembled and fell." You still care about the contact area."
"childish."
Nine and a half in the morning.
Bai Liu came out of the bathroom wiping his hair. He turned his head to shake the water in his ears and wiped it with the loosely hung "hair" towel on his back. He opened his eyelids and saw smoke from his kitchen.
The Spades who had just taken a shower were wearing a 30-piece black cotton vest that Bai Liu bought, squatting outside the smoking kitchen, like a large dog who got into trouble and didn’t know what to do, when he saw Bai Liu take a shower He came out, raised his head and looked straight at Bai Liu, got up and took two strides, and then stuck to Bai Liu's body.
Bai Liuyan quickly tore off the "hair" towel hung on his back, and covered the black and smoked face of Spades: "I just finished taking a shower and touched me dirty."
The face of spades completely touched the "hair" towel on Bai Liu's hand, and the urn made an angrily sound, but the body still turned upside down to Bai Liu's side honestly.
Bai Liu insisted for ten seconds and gave up. He loosened the "Mao" towel.
The smoky spades affixed to Bai Liu who had just taken a shower as he wished, with an inexplicable grievance in his tone: "The kitchen explodes again."
"What are you doing?" Bai Liu used to drag the large lizard pendant hanging on his back to the kitchen, and walked into the kitchen. "Fried Sicheng's motorcycle helmet with a microwave oven?"
"No." Spades' eyes drifted delicately, "...you and I can't eat a helmet."
"Yeah." Bai Liu opened the lid of the pot, and a strange pungent smell hit his face. He raised his eyebrows when he looked at the dark objects in the pot, "Is this the belt of Tang Erda?"
Spades hugged Bai Liu's waist and put her head on his shoulder. Without a word, she gently stepped on Bai Liu's heel twice with her foot.
"It's useless to be shameless." Bai Liu calmly used two chopsticks to take the belt that had been cooked by spades beyond recognition from the pot, and then calmly peeled the black "color" from the top with the chopsticks. Crack layer, then turned around and pushed away the spades, raised his eyes to look at him, and asked, "Why do you retaliate against Tang Erdo this time?"
"Last time you retaliated against Mu Sicheng and exploded his helmet. I can understand that he provoked you first and laughed at you for not being able to drive a Harrow bicycle, but he would drag a car. This time Tang Er called and talked to me about things. Didn't you bother you?"
Spades looked away and didn't answer.
Bai Liu hugged his chest and said indifferently, "I, shamelessness is useless, and shamelessness I won't go home today and tomorrow, let you stay alone and think clearly that I will come back."
Spades moved his gaze back again, his lips pressed into a straight line, and he fell on Bai Liu’s shoulders and slowly slid down. The whole person was like a very sluggish piece of clay that was stuck to Bai Liu’s body, and then he hugged Bai Liu. Putting his head on his waist, he said in a low voice: "No."
"I don't like you not going home."
Bai Liu was unmoved, he would have been fooled by the shameless behavior of spades earlier, and later discovered that he was following this guy's "chaotic", then what really could be done.
"Then why take revenge on Tang Erda?" Bai Liu asked calmly.
The spades stayed quiet for a while, before whispering: "He urges you to think about living with me."
Bai Liu had a meal: "Did you hear?"
The spades gave a muffled grunt.
It wasn't that Spades was hostile to Tang Er's defeat, but he just felt that White Willow was already busy enough. The unstable type of Spades stayed with White Willow, and it was not convenient even for couples.
In fact, it is to persuade Bai Liu to not stay at home when the spades are okay. You can put them in the Heresy Bureau to help them take care of them. Otherwise, Bai Liu might be demolished by the spades once he goes back.
"He is indeed like this." Bai Liu asked calmly, "but did I agree?"
Spades: "No."
Bai Liu asked: "How did I talk to him?"
The spades were silent for a few seconds: "You, I am your heresy alone."
"You will take good care of me, I am responsible, and no one needs to bear the consequences of my appearance in reality."
"Although I am no longer their captain, I have not yet made a decision to be easily swayed by others." Bai Liu's upper body tilted slightly, his face holding the spades half-closed, and the spades lightly. Give a kiss, "I don't like you living in someone's house either."
"You are my monster."
Two people simply cleaned the kitchen. The master is Bai Liu Supervisor, and Spades wear an apron and dish-washing gloves to clean up. Bai Liu advocates that whoever causes trouble in this house is responsible. Therefore, Spades will usually handle the house demolished by Spades himself.
Even if the spades cause greater trouble in the process, Bai Liu will not "intervene" and will definitely let the spades continue to deal with them.
After cleaning up, the spades were so dirty from start to finish. He looked at Bai Liu and pointed to himself: "Should I go to take a bath?"
Bai Liu's eyes stopped subtly on the well-proportioned and powerful shoulder and neck muscle lines that spades "naked" and "exposed" from the vest. He raised his eyes to look at the spades with a natural and ordinary tone: "I'm going to take a bath, too. You got dirty after washing."
Spades' eyes moved, and the eyes that looked at Bai Liu's eyes began to straighten again: "Let's wash them together."
Bai Liuman casually leaned against the border of the kitchen, folded his hands around him, and glanced at the spades with a smile: "Is it just a wash? Do you do it again?"
The spades did not hesitate: "Do."