When Mo Fan woke up, his body was comfortable, only a little strange, without any discomfort.
He is very satisfied.
The two were close to each other, Mo Fan's back was close to someone's warm chest, and the other's slender, well-defined arms wrapped around his waist.
"Are you awake?" Qi Ling tightened his hands, and planted a kiss on the other's hair.
"Yeah." Mo Fan's voice was a bit shy.
Qi Ling originally wanted to have some tenderness with Mo Fan, but when he kissed him, he saw the red ear tips of the other party, and his taste changed.
Lips fell on the tip of the sensitive ear, and the slightly rapid hot breath sprayed behind the ear, Mo Fan couldn't help but bow. The movement is not big, but because of the intimate posture of the two, it is quickly hindered.
The other party followed closely behind, Mo Fan felt the breath that had reached his shoulders and neck, and dared not move. He is also a man, and he knows better than anyone the consequences of messing around.
"Hmm," Mo Fan gasped.
In this posture, Qi Ling bit the collarbone of the man in his arms, and firmly pinched the man's waist with his palm.
"Ah, Ah Ling..."
"Hmm..." Morning's voice was a little hoarse and dark, sultry and tight. Mo Fan softened his body, bit his lips lightly, tried his best to suppress his voice, and let the other party do what he wanted.
…
When Mo Fan woke up again, it was already noon. Beside the bed, Qi Ling looked at him without blinking, from the slight trembling of eyelashes to the loss of confusion in his eyes after he opened them.
"A Ling." Mo Fan tightened his neck.
"I'm sorry, I'm a little over, how are you?"
Qi Ling's voice was very gentle, Mo Fan shook his head.
"Get up and eat something?"
"good."
Mo Fan looked at the other party, Qi Ling didn't move, there was nothing he could do, Mo Fan could only blushed and said, "Go out."
"I've seen it all, why are you still so shy?" Qi Ling teased, but still walked out of the room as promised.
After Mo Fan cleaned up, he walked out of the room. On the dining table in the living room, white steam was emitting from the bowl. Meanwhile, Qi Ling was coming out of the kitchen with a bowl of porridge in his hand.
Lovely. Mo Fan thought.
"Let's have porridge today, can we?"
Knowing that the other party is thinking about his body, Mo Fan nodded.
What Qi Ling cooks is porridge with green vegetables and lean meat. The thick porridge is fragrant with crispy shredded pork. The green vegetable leaves look very refreshing and delicious. There are also a few easy-to-digest side dishes on the table to eat with porridge.
Mo Fan is only over 1.7 meters tall, with petite bones. Qi Ling has grown a bit taller recently, with a height of 188, he can easily hold Mo Fan in his arms.
While washing the dishes, the other party hugged the man in front of his chest like this, with his chin resting on Mo Fan's shoulder, and from time to time, he would place a kiss on the other's cheek.
Later, Mo Fan really couldn't stand the other party's stickiness. Qi Ling didn't let him go, so he had no choice but to turn around and bury his face in the other's chest, hugging the other's thin waist, to block this sweet harassment.
Mo Fan felt that this was the bowl that had been washed for the longest time.
Putting away the washed dishes and chopsticks, Qi Ling took out the fruits he bought from the refrigerator, cleaned them, put them on a plate, put them on the low table in front of the sofa, and pulled Mo Fan to sit down.
Mo Fan likes to eat fruit, but that doesn't mean he can bear someone's cuddling and kissing in the name of it.
Mo Fan couldn't bear it anymore, "Aren't you going to play ranked?"
"Wait a minute." Qi Ling kissed Mo Fan's flushed face from embarrassment.
It wasn't enough to finish the kiss. What's more, he put the other's lips in his mouth and tasted it carefully. Between lips and tongue, poor Mo Fan finally, the fruit in his mouth was eaten by the other party.
Mo Fan was so weak from being kissed, a big warm palm greedily got into the clothes. Mo Fan evaded and stepped back, but was held by the opponent, and fell face up on the sofa.
Before the situation got out of control, Qi Ling kissed Mo Fan hard on the slightly swollen lips, hugged the person in his arms tightly, and pressed against the other's forehead to calm himself down.
Mo Fan was blindfolded, wondering how the situation would become like this after eating a good fruit. The opponent's slightly heavy panting, heaving chest, magnified in Mo Fan's world.
Putting one hand on it, Mo Fan said blankly, "Your heart beats so fast."
"Well," Qi Ling squeezed out a word from his throat, covered the hand that was slightly smaller than himself on his chest with his hand, and grasped it tightly, "Because of you."
Because of you, my mood fluctuates.
Looking at the other party's focused eyes, Mo Fan blinked. His own face was reflected in his deep eyes, as if there was nothing else in the other party's world except himself.
Mo Fan's heart moved, his palm turned over, embedded in the gap between the fingers, and interlocked with the opponent's fingers.
"A Ling."
"Um."
"You are disobedient."
These words seemed to be incomprehensible, but unexpectedly, Qi Ling understood, "It's my fault."
"You promised me that you will be fine," Mo Fan looked at the other party without blinking, "You broke your promise."
Mo Fan has already learned from the system how the other party broke through the barrier between the worlds, and even almost couldn't reach this world.
"Yes, I broke my promise," Qi Ling readily admitted his mistake, "But Xiaofan, you know, I can't accept that kind of life."
without you.
Mo Fan was silent. He knows that even if he leaves one world, he will meet the other party in another world, but the other party does not know. Even if he knew, it wasn't his complete memory.
"Don't do this next time." Almost nothing sighed.
Qi Ling didn't speak, and the air became silent again.
Qi Ling felt that it would be good if time could really stay like this forever.
Mo Fan couldn't bear it anymore, "Go to rank."
"Well," Qi Ling stood up and pulled him up, "If I fail to become the king within a week, can you stay with me?"
Mo Fan glared at him, "What else?"
"Otherwise, I'll be with you."
Mo Fan: ...
Does it make a difference
Qi Ling, "Do you want to rank with me?"
As soon as Mo Fan's account hit platinum, he got it back from the booster. According to Qi Ling, there is a gold medal power leveling in front of him, why should he choose far away
When the other party said so, Mo Fan also gave the number to the other party, and Qi Ling was in charge. The current rank is Diamond Five. Qi Ling took advantage of Mo Fan's sleep time to finish the promotion match and get promoted to Platinum. The two of them happened to be able to duo together.
Just as Mo Fan wanted to refuse, he realized that he hadn't played for a long time. When following Xu Wenwei, he tried to suppress his own strength as much as possible, and he agreed to it after he hadn't played happily for a long time.
It's not that Qi Ling has never lost before, but it was on the power leveling account. At that time, the level was far less outstanding than it is now, and it was normal to lose the game.
Streak wins have extra bonus points and another point system. He has already figured out how to get into the king rank.
Qi Ling, "I'll play AD."
Looking at the eager eyes of the other party, Mo Fan nodded. He is more willing to help people he knows than to help ADs he doesn't know. This is probably a common problem with support. In Shi Xun's world, he is the same.
After a game ended, a game invite came over, but Mo Fan clicked to accept without looking at it carefully. After entering, he realized that the inviter was not Qi Ling.
"How did you join someone else's team?"
"Wrong order." Saying that, Mo Fan clicked to quit the team, and asked Qi Ling to pull himself back.
At this time, the friend information in the lower right corner flashed, and Mo Fan clicked on it.
KK: Is it me, playing together
KIKI's big account is not easy to score, so he opened a small account to live broadcast abuse. He is a game anchor of a certain fish platform, and friends on the trumpet are added casually, there are not many, and Mo Fan's name can be seen at a glance.
Mo Fan's name is quite distinctive, even though the two of them haven't played together for a few months, he still remembers this person. In my memory, this person's level is higher than bronze, but today he is in a good mood and doesn't mind the other party's food, thinking that it is rare to meet someone he knows, so he just plays together.
Move the mouse over the other party's name, and the information pops up, showing Diamond Five.
Huh? Obviously at that time, it was still a level that could not be called bronze, so why did you get diamonds all of a sudden
KIKI's curiosity suddenly rose. After looking at the rank of this number, Diamond 2, it happens to be able to play ranked with the opponent.
He just wanted to see if the other party had made it up by himself, or if he had just laid it down. He hadn't forgotten that Xu Wenwei had always brought the other party to play games.
But that game player named Xu, he has not seen for more than a month. KIKI had little time on the trumpet, thinking maybe the two of them happened to be staggered, and I didn't think it was strange.
Mo Fan naturally remembered this person. When he and Xu Wenwei were playing games together, they would occasionally meet each other and play together.
Assistant: No, I'm with someone else.
— Hahaha, the anchor was rejected
—Oh my God, someone rejected my brother KIKI, worship
—Let the anchor be slapped in the face, right
The barrage on KIKI's desktop suddenly became active, and he had to play with him.
KK: Wait, wait, wait, you guys are playing solo queue, so take me, I'm pretty good.
- Good level, no problem
—The level of the king is still good
— KIKI, take me with you, I’m pretty good too
…
KIKI ignored the barrage and stared at the message on the dialog box.
Mo Fan thought about it and felt that what the other party said was good. And at any rate, the two of them have played together for a while, since the other party wants to play together, then let's play together, anyway, it's just a matter of chance.
The matching teammate is either the opponent or someone else. Compared with this, this is a familiarity.
Auxiliary: good
- the name is really simple and crude
—Auxiliary? Are you playing support
— I like to play support, let alone a girl
KIKI happened to see the comment on the barrage that Mo Fan was a girl, so he explained, "Not a girl."
—Brother KIKI knows you
— It’s not a girl who plays support
—Who stipulates that those who like to play support must be girls, I am male, and I like support
— Either a girl or a gay
Lying gun passerby: ...
KIKI, "Yes, we played together before."
He didn't say anything about the fact that the other party was very good in the past, and typed: Pull me.
The author has something to say: Mo Fan: Why do you always want to have sex with a voluptuous slut named King
Qi Ling: ...
Qi Ling: I want to fuck you
Mo Fan: ...
Recently, there is no baby to leave a message, Lan Shou, the author's glass heart is begging for comfort~