Weeping loudly, he took exaggerated legs and opened his exaggerated arms and went straight to the bed, and pulled He Junle out of the soft mattress:
"Oh my god, Lele passed out from overwork! God, why did I forget, how could his body withstand such an intense plunder!"
—It’s not against the law to secretly pinch your waist by using your body position.
Of course not breaking the law.
He Junle's beautiful eyebrows frowned slightly, but he didn't say a word;
Murong Jihua took a deep breath, turned around and scolded Elizabeth:
"Your Royal Highness! It is a helpless act not to let you come over to listen to the corner in person! My family, Lele, is delicate and delicate, and is naturally allergic to women. Look at you, as soon as he appeared at the door, he fainted from exhaustion Already!"
511.
Gentle? Delicate? Naturally allergic to women
Every time Murong Jihua said a word, the corners of He Junle's eyes twitched, and now he only felt his whole face ached.
Don't ask, just ask with a smile.
512.
"If you look like this, how can we carry out a pregnancy test? Will he get pregnant? What if you are frightened into infertility? What if you frighten the sperm to death?"
"SO, sorryQAQ" Princess Elizabeth seems to have really been murdered. For the first time, she is either insane or a professional fake smile on her face—little guilt,
this expression.
The young old man Ni Haofan who followed behind saw this scene almost lost his glasses in fright.
—Although he felt that President Murong was full of absurd words and tears, Ni Haofan, who took money to do things, chose to shut up obediently.
512.
"It's good to know your mistakes," Murong Jihua nodded, and hugged He Junle into his arms:
"Your Highness, you must know that I didn't intend to murder you. It's just a matter of great importance. For the future of our mankind, we should contribute something, don't you think so?"
Her Royal Highness nodded her head like a rattle, and the innocent little girl who seemed to be completely deceived without knowing it had no choice but to look back three times with regret and tears, and disappeared at the end of the corridor with Ni Haofan.
513.
After repeatedly confirming that the other party disappeared, Murong Jihua finally heaved a sigh of relief, locked the door, and fell down on the bed exhausted.
He Junle sat up, showing a teasing smile, imitating Murong Jihua's accent just now:
"Three hundred and sixty lines are the best, why don't you be afraid of being a liar—"
"Where are the shoes that don't get wet?"
"Don't be afraid." Murong Jihua turned over and pressed He Junle under him:
"When people fall in love, their IQ is zero. Her Royal Highness's lover is genetic science. She can't wake up in a short time."
514.
Murong Jihua's face was getting closer and closer, He Junle gave a "tsk" with some dissatisfaction, and quickly inserted the back of his hand between their faces:
"No one is listening tonight, you and I don't have to act."
515.
acting…
yes.
Murong Jihua bit her lower lip.
Indeed, in He Junle's eyes, the two of them are nothing
a deal? Emotional games
——It was still a scene of cooperation with the young master of the financial institution.
516
"...All right." Murong Jihua, who had lost his justifiable reason to flirt, withered immediately, and he could only return to the bed, and he and He Junle were clearly separated from each other.
He wondered in a daze, is it because the two of them are too one, so they are destined to only be a pair of parallel lines, just like lying on the bed now
The more I think about it, the angrier I get.
So he stretched out a leg to straddle He Junle's body, thinking naively: Okay, this is considered to be an intersection.
The coming day is long, let's watch as we walk.
He Junle: "...?"
He Junle: "..."
517.
Murong Jihua quickly flicked through the novels on the terminal, swallowing them all for one purpose: to find a way to improve the progress of the strategy before He Junle fell asleep.
"...Xiao Ming and Xiao Hong talked about life at night, knowing each other's past life, present life, past and future, they seemed to walk into the real each other, applauding for love from the bottom of their love. From then on, they met frankly, stayed together and flew balabalabala..."
—Excerpt from the non-existent pure love novel "One Hundred and Six Ways to Break the Bend Little White Fox"
518.
It's fine to applaud for love, night talk about life... night talk...
Murong Jihua's eyes lit up.
For example, just entered a new school, how to quickly establish a basic... friendship with the whole dormitory
—In addition to the less positive method of complaining about an annoying classmate together, a tried-and-true method is to talk about life at night.
Although Murong Jihua has never read pure love novels, at any rate, he has read a lot of romance novels in order to capture the heroine. Let's reason by analogy, and the reasoning is probably the same:
Chatting and chatting about life, the most important purpose is to sell misery, show your miserable but strong life to the other party, let the other party come to the conclusion that "you are really a different star"-thus making the protagonist The psychological distance is greatly reduced.
Yes.
Murong Jihua thought to himself,
They still don't know each other well enough.
519.
Murong Jihua secretly rubbed the spot and turned on the player to surround the whole room with 8D sensational light music at 360 degrees. The music is loud enough to help sleep without making people feel noisy. Hua put his arm around He Junle's waist again.
He lowered his head slightly, buried in the other party's neck, and said in a muffled voice:
"You damn man, can you share your past with Ben?"
520.
good! That's the atmosphere! That's the tone! This is the feeling!
At that time until the early morning, the night was just right, and the stars outside the window, passing through layers of dark curtains, were cast on the Simmons bed as big as a playground—
Throw it on the tip of He Junle's brow.
The gentle female voice hums peacefully and smoothly, with a little unknown sadness, and the notes are squeezed between the oxygen atoms flying in the sky.
In such an environment...
The soft corner of He Junle's strong heart was slightly pried, and a diamond slipped from the corner of his eye. At this moment, he suddenly wanted to express his heart—
—The above only exist in Murong Jihua's imagination.
521.
The reality is that He Junle did look back, but the purpose didn't seem to be to hand over his past to this affectionate man beside him—
"Murong, what did you say just now, speak louder"
Only then did Murong Jihua see the bluetooth headset that He Junle stuffed into his ear at some point.
Then he frowned and looked around, "What kind of music are you playing, doesn't it sound like you're drowsy?"
"Put your leg down, your leg is on my gun."
He Junle squeezed Murong Jihua's leg lying on top of him.
"It's rare to be free tonight, a game date
Just now Xueru asked us to play ranked with her. Oh yes, I changed the music, the humming and chirping is not tired. "
"..."
522.
That night, Murong Jihua played VV dazzling dance with his good brother all night amidst the fanatical sound wave of the most dazzling ethnic style.
Not bad tempered, really.
I dare not lose my temper, for fear that it will be embarrassing if no one coaxes me.
523.
When it was almost dawn, the two of them fell into a deep sleep.
Murong Jihua seemed to have had a dream, but also seemed to have no dream all night.
He felt something as hot as a branding iron wrapping around his body, and he tried to push it away during his drowsiness, but the feeling of suffocation was always lingering.
But when I woke up the next day, there was nothing.
He Junle slept next to him and still hasn't woken up.
"... Isn't it kind of obedient to fall asleep like this?" Murong Jihua stretched his waist, and it was already eleven o'clock in the noon, and Cui Guanshi should have come here already.
Murong Jihua then stooped down secretly, trying to steal something while He Junle was asleep.
— As expected, his mouth was pinched.
He Junle just woke up, his eyes were still gray, as if covered by a thick layer of fog.
But Murong Jihua's attention is not here.
He looked at the sticky hair on He Junle's forehead a little strangely:
"Is it very hot last night? I see you woke up without a quilt?"
"...It's a bit." He Junle took a breath, let go of his hand and patted Murong Jihua's shoulder, motioning him to lean to the side:
"It's just a nightmare, get up, I'm going to take a shower."
"You still have nightmares?" Murong Jihua smiled:
"Young master, do you think that our boss is not afraid of anything, and there will be something that can scare you into a sweat?"
"..." He Junle smiled slightly and didn't speak, and tried to step over Murong Jihua with his long legs.
Murong Jihua grabbed his ankle.
"Let go."
"I don't."
Murong Jihua pretended to "wink", and the chatterbox suddenly opened up:
"Man—I am very unhappy that you are doing this. As a punishment, I order you to make any request other than letting you go."
"..." He Junle chuckled suddenly, looked at Murong Jihua from above, and said with a half-perfunctory half-smile:
"Okay, I want to play but I'm too lazy to go out, why don't you just move an amusement park into my bedroom to please me?"
"Well said! As expected of the man Ben Shao likes, he is different from those vulgar fans who only want your sincerity."
"..."
524.
Murong Jihua let He Junle go without a fuss, lay down on the bed again, and played with the terminal to the sound of splashing water in the bedroom and bathroom, intending to delete the useless pure love novel last night...
Um
Murong Jihua's eyes are fixed on "XXXXXXX"
[Locked description, make up your own brain]
- This xx description.
Look left, look right, how do you look at this XX seems to be...
should, probably, also