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The bathroom was filled with steam, and under the white mist Ji Huan couldn't see the person in front of him clearly. He tried his best to open his eyes wide, the figure in front of him was a bit blurred, but the low panting in his ears became clearer every time. Occasionally, her slender back touched the cold mirror behind her, which made people whimper uncontrollably. After an unknown amount of time, he leaned wetly and weakly on the man's shoulder, panting like a kitten.
"I'm so hungry." Ji Huan's eyes were red, and he muttered pitifully in Feng Chi's ear, "What time is it, my stomach is flattened."
Feng Chi tilted his head and kissed his ear lightly.
Ji Huan was hot all over, and his ears were hot, and his whole body went limp when he touched it a little. The man's voice was very low, with a bit of hoarseness and a hint of satisfaction, and the words he spit out made Ji Huan blush, "Not flat."
Snapped-
Ji Huan slapped Feng Chi's face with his hand, and hit him several times in a row in anger.
Ji Huan never dreamed that he just flipped Feng Chi over and sat on his waist, but the consequences of his sacrifice were so serious. My waist is sore, my legs are sore, my whole body is limp, and I have no strength at all. He hugged Feng Chi's neck and was about to cry, "I'm really hungry, my pickled pork is cold."
He didn't even taste it.
Seeing his pitiful appearance, Feng Chi reached out and pinched his face. Ji Huan's small face was wrinkled, and his moist and red eyes were full of accusations. After all, Feng Chi still felt sorry for his little boyfriend, so he slowly withdrew and took someone to wash him up, and then he carried Ji Huan, changed his clothes and went to the living room.
Ji Huan lay on the sofa and yawned limply, while Feng Chi casually put on his clothes and trousers and warmed up the dishes in the kitchen. Ji Huan turned his head and took a look, then looked away, and looked down at the time, it was almost ten o'clock.
Ji Huan: "..."
The stamina of Feng Chi, the big villain, is indeed extraordinary.
Ji Huan sighed lazily, and continued to act like a corpse.
It didn't take much time to heat the dishes, Feng Chi quickly brought out the dinner he had prepared before. The rice didn't taste good after reheating, so Feng Chi scooped up a few spoonfuls of rice and re-fried egg fried rice. The egg fried rice didn't look oily at all, and the golden rice grains wrapped in egg liquid were plump, which looked very appetizing.
Ji Huan was picked up by Feng Chi and sat at the dining table to eat, holding a spoon and burying his head in it, whining non-stop. Feng Chi looked at him lazily with his chin propped up, a red mark appeared on the open collar, which was extraordinarily dazzling under the light. Picking up a piece of meat and putting it in Ji Huan's bowl, he said, "Eat more."
Holding the bowl in his arms, Ji Huan raised his head to glance at him, moved to the side expressionlessly, and continued to bury his head in eating.
Like a quarrelsome kitten.
Apart from ignoring people, they dare not even poke their claws out.
But Feng Chi is in a good mood, a man who has tasted the taste can indulge the other party to do anything at this time. Feng Chi continued to add food to Ji Huan calmly, and after a while, a small mountain piled up in Ji Huan's bowl. Ji Huan frowned and complained softly, "It's too much, I can't finish it.".
Feng Chi: "Replenish your body."
Ji Huan almost exploded: "Shut up!"
It was almost twelve o'clock when dinner was over, and Ji Huan, who was forced to exercise and then half-fed, was so sleepy that he could hardly keep his eyes open. Holding the pillow and groping on the bed for a long time, my fingers touched
When he reached Feng Chi's arm, he threw the pillow into the man's arms, and fell asleep peacefully.
Feng Chi gently hugged him and turned off the light.
The moonlight is bright and clear, and under the night, there are occasional insects singing and whispering. Su Liang was walking on the road alone, when a gust of night wind blew past his neck and arms, the cool touch made him hug his arms subconsciously, and turned his head nervously to look—
There was nothing behind him, only the trembling shadows of the leaves being blown by the wind and the sound of rustling.
Su Liang pursed her lips and continued to walk forward.
Zheng Jie's villa is a long way from the city center, and he just went down the mountain after walking for half a day. He was so anxious when he left that he didn't even bring his mobile phone with him, so he couldn't take a taxi. With no passing vehicles around, Su Liang could only give up the idea of taking a ride. Su Liang's legs were sore from walking, but he didn't give in. Now he just wants to leave the villa as soon as possible, and leave Zheng Kui as soon as possible.
He walked slowly on the side of the road, but certain scenes always appeared in his mind. .
The man's long and narrow eyes were red, and his fingers pinched his neck. It was obviously only a small force, but he immediately felt the disappearance of life. He tried his best to open his eyes wide to see the face in front of him, it was Feng Chi.
At that time, Feng Chi's eyes were full of blood and rain, and just one glance made people want to kneel down. He raised his neck and patted the opponent's hand vigorously, trying to escape from the confinement, but in the next second he clearly heard the click of the neck bone dislocated, and the moment the severe pain penetrated into the bone and blood, he lost all consciousness.
In fact, it is not very painful, because death comes very quickly.
But the chilling and suffocating feeling on Feng Chi's face was too strong, so strong that Su Liang suddenly woke up from his nap, and then became nervous, and took Zheng Kui's hand to tell him that they shouldn't continue. . As the director of the Demon Management Bureau and the ruler of the demon world, Feng Chi was far less harmless than he appeared.
Feng Chi has been too low-key these years, so low-key that many people began to harbor evil intentions, so low-key that everyone thought he could replace him and step him down.
The feeling in the dream is too real, as if it really happened. Su Liang's body was cold, his clothes were soaked in cold sweat, he didn't dare to think about it, and he didn't dare to try again, so he could only pull Zheng Kui and beg him to stop what he was doing now. But Zheng Kui didn't agree, and Su Liang who suddenly regretted it was only because he had a dream. This kind of cognition made him feel extremely ridiculous.
At the beginning, he could gently comfort Su Liang, telling him: "Don't think too much, it's just a dream."
However, Su Liang slapped his hand abruptly, a faint ray of madness stained his eyes. He kept murmuring in a low voice: "It's not a dream, this is definitely not a dream."
Zheng Kui was annoyed by him, and the two broke up after an argument.
Su Liang recalled Zheng Kui's disgusted and impatient face, and bit his lip to make up his mind to stay away from him. After leaving the villa, he walked on the road alone, and his mood gradually calmed down. He realized that his noise and madness really seemed unreasonable in Zheng Kui's eyes, even a bit like a lunatic. But he wasn't going to apologize, nor did he treat this dream as just a dream.
Maybe it's a little nonsensical, but Su Liang just thinks that those things happened for real.
The feeling of being on the verge of death and death really makes people dare not have any extravagant hopes.
He took a deep breath and hurried out. He thought that he might have to stay away from Feng Chi.
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In the early morning of the next day, the birds were chirping non-stop outside the window, Ji Huan's ears moved, and he reached out to touch the quilt and covered his head, which immediately blocked the sunlight coming in from the window. Feng Chi leaned on the bed, quietly lifted the quilt, and a ray of light fell in, making Ji Huan a little dissatisfied. He frowned, and was about to reach out, when Feng Chi immediately put the quilt back.
The person in his arms hugged his waist and continued to sleep.
Feng Chi's eyes fell on the window, and with a slight movement of his slender fingers, a ray of light danced lightly on his fingertips. Then, he lifted the quilt again and sent that ray of light into the quilt.
Ji Huan was sleeping soundly, when his eyes suddenly lit up, he opened his eyes in confusion, and then widened them.
Throwing off the quilt suddenly, the ray of light was like a rabbit that had been burned to the buttocks, and immediately fled away in a hurry and merged into the air.
Ji Huan turned his head and stared at Feng Chi with suspicion.
Feng Chi's face remained unchanged, he stroked his short, fluffy and messy hair, and the corner of his mouth curled up, asking him in a low voice: "Did you sleep well?"
Ji Huan nodded.
Feng Chi's abs felt comfortable on the pillow.
Getting up from the bed, Ji Huan's expression froze for a moment. But now Feng Chi raised his eyebrows and looked at him, Ji Huan was really embarrassed to crawl back. He propped himself up on Feng Chi's body expressionlessly, and only managed to hold it for two seconds before lying back on his stomach again.
Staring at Feng Chi aggrievedly, he whispered, "It hurts a bit."
The man's hand was all the way down from his shoulder, panting gradually started, and Feng Chi's voice gradually became hoarse, "Where does it hurt?"
Ji Huan hugged the pillow and buried his face in the soft pillow, not saying a word. Feng Chi saw that his whole body turned pink with embarrassment, so he stopped teasing him. Leaning over and whispering in his ear, "Shall I give you some medicine?"
"don't want."
"Isn't it painful?"
"It won't hurt if you do it twice less."
Feng Chi let go of his hands, thinking that his kitten had such an idea. But... Ji Huan is doomed to be disappointed. Touching the cat's short hair, Feng Chi's voice was calm and flat, "I can do it twice less today."
Ji Huan: "..."
On the way to the Demon Control Bureau, Ji Huan rarely sat in the back seat, leaving the passenger seat to the air. Feng Chi looked angry and funny, but he didn't stop him. When they arrived at the Demon Management Bureau, Ji Huan, who was still yelling about the pain, rushed out like an arrow from the string, and slammed the door of the Demon Management Bureau, blocking Feng Chi, the serious director of the Demon Management Bureau. at the door.
Feng Chi: "..."
He stood there and clicked his tongue, and was about to push the door, when a mocking sound suddenly sounded in his ear. Feng Chi's expression didn't change, and he didn't even turn his head. As soon as he stretched out his hand, a bird that looked like a bee suddenly stiffened and fell from the tree. When it hit the ground with a slap, the other party was still a little dazed.
It took a long time to barely get up from the ground, Guo Sheng looked left and right to make sure that there was no one around who had returned to his previous appearance. He frowned and rubbed his butt, and couldn't help nagging, "What's the matter with you, didn't I just laugh, you have such a big temper! A man who wants to be dissatisfied is really scary."
"How do you know I'm not satisfied?"
"I'm fucked, really?"
Feng Chi glanced at him expressionlessly, and said in a low voice, "No. What are you doing here?"
Guo Sheng wanted to laugh at Feng Chi, but Feng Chi's question made him serious all of a sudden. He rubbed his nose, pulled Feng Chi inside, and lowered his voice while walking, "I heard Are you watching Zheng Kui and the others during this time?"
"The news is very well-informed."
"Okay. Don't be weird, you keep attacking Zheng Kui and the crows, and Zhuo Guang and Shi Jiu are often not in the Monster Management Bureau, so you know everything you need to know." Guo Sheng curled his lips, "I came here this time because I have something to do with you. Tell me. You know that Zheng Kui has a lover named Su Liang, right? I think he is not simple."
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