"
"...mail? Tomorrow? Event?"
"... wait, I can't hear you at all, can you speak slower."
"Is that so?"
He Junle hung up the terminal.
Murong Jihua leaned forward and asked: "...what's the matter?"
He Junle frowned: "During the scrapping of your terminal, we seem to have missed something remarkable."
Murong Jihua: "What?"
He Junle: "For the first round, she and I will meet at twelve noon tomorrow. The content of the competition is to recite poems."
"..."
"From 8:30 when the letter was sent to 12:00 noon tomorrow, recite poems according to the sequence of topics. Whoever recites the most will win."
"..."
"Elizabeth is a genius, and so am I. So, say,"
He Junle nodded the watch on his wrist:
"It's been thirty minutes—my win rate has dropped to at least forty percent!"
894.
"This is so serious!?"
Murong Jihua bent down to caress his heart, as if shocked:
"If I'm like this, there's a 40% chance of passive physical derailment?"
895.
"..."
As expected by Murong Jihua, the scene where He Junle laughed "Don't panic, Ji'er, I will definitely win" did not appear.
Half of He Junle's face was hidden in the shadows, and half of his face was rendered in neon light.
His three-dimensional and handsome face looked a little heavy and treacherous under the depressed expression that seemed to be smiling but not smiling.
Murong Jihua swallowed his saliva: "..."
He Junle: "Do you still remember the original intention of Princess Elizabeth pestering you?"
"..." Murong Jihua took half a step back, hiding his figure in the darkness:
"Honey, you don't want me to give her a baby-"
He Junle took a step forward, nailing the opponent to death within his sight:
"It's not the way to escape all the time, don't you think?"
896.
!
what? Jun? happy
I remember that your character design is not a scumbag with an ooc ostrich mentality? !
Are you really willing to have sex with other women? !
897.
— "Murong, Jihua,"
He Junle took off the gloves on Murong Jihua's hands, touched his skin, and directly clasped his knuckles.
Interlocking fingers.
Murong Jihua was thinking, "Is this a good breakup candy to send me on my way?", while his heart skipped a beat,
In the confusion, I remembered that He Junle was allergic to me...!
He Junle put his lips on Murong Jihua's ears, and then went all the way down, without any shyness, letting the other's hot skin rub against his cheeks.
"It's getting cold,"
He Junle lowered his voice and said:
"It's time for He Junle to get pregnant."
898.
…
...
...!
... ? !
"I don't want to lose you, so,"
He Junle said:
"This time, I got pregnant and gagged her. In the next game, I'm thinking about it."
"... Makes sense?"
Murong Jihua blinked: "What can I do for you? Hire a confinement lady? Hire a nanny? Buy children's products? Or get pregnant with you?"
Murong Jihua: "..."
He Junle: "..."
899.
fuck me.
900.
Murong Jihua: "?"
Murong Jihua: "No, how the hell are you pregnant?!
You are a man! ! ! ! This is not an ABO setting BL novel!
Do you have a uterus? Do you have eggs? Where are you from? [beep—]? ! "
"Tut,"
"Who told you I had to be physically pregnant? The important thing is to convince Elizabeth."
"Who has ever seen a man get pregnant? Can't you make up the symptoms yourself?"
901.
Murong Jihua still felt that something was wrong: "Royal physicians don't eat dry food..."
He Junle laughed: "It's as if the first time I passed out from allergies, those special doctors called by your president Murong checked it out."
"..."
"..."
"For your Murong Jihua's skin allergies,"
He Junle's fingertips viciously brushed the corner of Murong Jihua's lips:
"Isn't it a relatively safe 'pregnancy' symptom?"
902.
...
it is more than words.
903.
Murong Jihua inhales—
Murong Jihua exhales—
Murong Jihua lifts his breath—
Murong Jihua hugged He Junle's body, and without hesitation, buried his cheek deeply in the cold neck of the other party:
"Man, it's time to get you pregnant."
904.
Murong Jihua and He Junle pushed, shoved, hugged, hugged and kissed each other all the way to get a room in a nearby hotel, but tonight they both felt something different.
—Can it be the same
Open room for the purpose of full bodily contact and allergic false pregnancy!
- Thinking about it, there are still a few more...
905.
When Murong Jihua pushed open the door of the hotel, even though he was mentally prepared, the perverted smile of the familiar proprietress still made him shudder.
"...Long time no see." Murong Jihua greeted dryly.
The proprietress' thoughts were on He Junle from the moment she entered the door. She stretched out her hands with long nails and pinched He Junle's face:
"Good boy, are you willing to wake up and see my old lady?"
She glanced at Murong Jihua next to He Junle: "Tsk tsk tsk, old customer, why, you two fell in love because of sex? Do you want to come to my hotel again to experience the feeling of first love?"
"... I guess." Murong Jihua didn't want to get entangled with her.
He Junle, on the other hand, chatted with the proprietress with a warm smile, while looking at the couple's room package at hand, flipping through, and a smile appeared on his face.
906.
"Murong, LOVE HOTLE has arranged a lot of new themes these days,"
With a deep smile, he handed the room menu in his hand to Murong Jihua:
"Which one do you like, just pick?"
tire gas
907.
No! Murong Jihua! This is a trap! Take the menu and you lose!
908.
He Junle put two fingers together, and flicked the delicate and gorgeous hard cover of the room menu:
"Don't you choose?"
909.
Do not choose!
Is it that difficult for us to open a room?
true love!
There is no need for fancy sentiments,
No fancy embellishments needed!
simple is the best!
910.
Murong Jihua blinked;
Murong Jihua smiled brightly;
Murong Jihua took the menu:
"I choose."
911.
Under the close watch of He Junle and the proprietress of the hotel, Murong Jihua opened the book of another world in his hand with a professional smile on his face and slightly raised brows.
Eyes fluttering down, sweep lightly;
smile froze slightly;
Then he closed the book with a snap.
912.
Murong Jihua said awkwardly: "... let's open an ordinary hourly room."
He Junle: "...?"
913.
Are you pretending to be a wolf with a big tail
Man, heh.
The proprietress came forward with a grin, and put a bitter look on her face intentionally or unintentionally:
"Didn't you bring enough money, young man? Oh, it's okay! The hourly room is indeed one hundred and eighty yuan cheaper than the couple package, so—"
914.
"Woman, I allow you to repeat your wording again."
Murong Jihua's air pressure suddenly dropped to freezing point, and his whole body exuded a cold aura of "my name is Zhao Ritian".
"You actually said that I don't have any money?"
— This is the biggest insult to my overlord personality!
— This is a major question to me as a representative of the time traveler!
915.
He Junle turned his face away, and smiled lowly at a place out of Murong Jihua's sight.
——I just like how this man occasionally shows such a cute (sha) and domineering (chun) air.
916.
Murong Jihua took off the tall top hat from his head, knocked down, and instantly, big colorful bills filled the cash register.
The proprietress: "..."
The proprietress: "A, dimensional pocket?"
Murong Jihua straightened his top hat, put it back on his head, flicked his hair, clasped the brim of the hat tightly with his index finger and thumb, revealing an eye full of "I am rich":
"My housekeeper told me, "
He smiled proudly:
"When you don't know how to choose, either I want them all, or,
Buy the most expensive! "
918.
"Which theme room is the most damn expensive, I can choose whichever one."
919.
When two people are together for a long time, you will find that,
You two start to look alike in every way—
The current Murong Jihua doesn't have this awareness yet,
But the proprietress, who was embarrassed by Murong Jihua's exaggerated and second-year-old Long Aotian's breath, realized:
Sand sculpture netizens sincerely do not deceive me!
920.
Good luck.
The room in front of me was neither big nor small, neither wide nor crowded, neither hot nor cold, neither coquettish nor gay. From the inside to the outside, it revealed a well-regulated atmosphere of the motherland.
Let you down
Hehehehahaha.
simple is the best!
—Murong Jihua originally thought so.
921.
With the good mood of being released from prison with amnesty, he put his arms around He Junle, touched and touched his clothes all the way, and he almost got to the point.
Then they both fell on the bed and took a closer look.
—What's that thing on the ceiling
922.
The whole room really looks quite normal, no different from any standard room like Home or Seven Days on Earth—
The so-called taste of dare to love is all fucking displayed on the ceiling.
923.
— Three hundred and sixty-five degrees to show the size of your beautiful night sports