The two fools kissed each other on the bed, each other's breathing could be heard in their ears.
Lu Zhe was pressed into the bed by Shen Qiao, and when they were separated, he looked at Shen Qiao from a close distance, the smile on his lips widened, but there was a bit of joking in his voice:
"Are you trying to bully me while I'm hurt, brother Qiaoqiao?"
Shen Qiao's hand next to his head clenched the quilt underneath, and a wrinkled crease was formed. His eyes wandered for a moment, his Adam's apple moved, and he let out a calm breath, his tone was reluctant. Keep your composure:
"… no."
After a second of pause, he said again: "Don't call this disgusting title."
Lu Zhe responded "Okay" to him with a good temper, and then he glanced down, obviously feeling that Shen Qiao was already on the verge of trying to control, he wanted to light another fire at this time:
"Jojo."
He shouted softly, his tone was deliberately lowered and ambiguous, he supported the bed beside him with his left hand, raised his upper body slightly, bit Shen Qiao's Adam's apple, and asked in a vague voice, "Really not? "
With this sentence, the mint-flavored pheromone in the room suddenly spread out, pressing overwhelmingly towards the person under him, as if this would calm him down and make Lu Zhe be more honest.
Lu Zhe kissed his neck again, and felt that Shen Qiao's pheromones were overflowing, and a chuckle leaked from his lips. He was obviously the one below, but the pheromones were released in an instant, and the control was just right. It is comparable to the mint flavor, but it is not inferior at all.
Shen Qiao was kissed twice by him, and finally couldn't hold back. He raised his right hand and pressed the person back into the bed again. He looked at Lu Zhe's injured hand, and his voice was unbelievably hoarse:
"Don't want your hands anymore?"
Lu Zhe moved his right finger, and there was a bit of contemplation in his eyes. Shen Qiao felt that something was wrong when he saw his expression, so he pinched his chin and leaned over his forehead. Lu Zhe's face.
Shen Qiao spoke slowly, with extreme depression in her voice: "Be honest."
Lu Zhe responded without hesitation: "Okay."
Without a pause, he blinked at Shen Qiao, and continued with a strong hint: "It's okay for me to be honest, or...you come up and move?"
Shen Qiao: "...?"
He laughed, let out a disdainful snort from his nose, and turned to bite Lu Zhe's left shoulder. With a lot of strength, Lu Zhe's whole body froze for a moment.
Shen Qiao then let go, followed the source of the other party's pheromone, and rubbed the tip of her nose against the gland on the back of Lu Zhe's neck. The pain is a hundred times stronger than the bite I bit you just now, do you really want to try it?"
Lu Zhe: "..."
He suddenly remembered that when he was in school, he used to watch Shen Qiao play with others, and he was injured a lot on his back, and there were wood thorns on the wound. As a result, when he went to the hospital to treat the wound, he didn't even frown.
However…
When he was later marked, the tears flowed fiercely.
Thinking about it this way, the back of his neck suddenly felt cold.
Lu Zhe took a few seconds to prepare himself mentally. He was about to say "you come" to Shen Qiao, but Shen Qiao saw his intention in advance and suddenly changed his words:
"If you have to try, why don't we try to the end?"
"Anyway, you don't have to play the game recently, so just bear with our grievances."
Lu Zhe: "..."
Not only is the back of his neck cold now, but the whole area behind him is cold.
After being silent for two seconds, he realized that Shen Qiao's intentions for him seemed to be no less than that for him, so the able-bodied army team said again: "I think it's better to have a fair competition for this kind of thing, right? ?"
Before Shen Qiao could react, Lu Zhe made a sudden attack, exerting force on his waist, and his left hand suddenly exerted force, tossing Shen Qiao off his body, and even turned over very quickly and pressed the person under his head.
Under Shen Qiao's stunned eyes, Lu Zhe leaned in with his brows bent and kissed him again, with an unstoppable smile in his voice, and asked, "Who did you just want to hold back?"
Shen Qiao raised his brows. Just now, he never thought that Lu Zhe would dare to make such a big move when his right hand was injured. Now—
He knew Lu Zhe, and Lu Zhe also knew him, and he knew what he was going to do by looking at his expression. Suddenly, he took a deep breath, pressed his head on Shen Qiao's shoulder, and said shamelessly:
"Hands hurt."
Shen Qiao's strength to fight back suddenly dropped, her brows furrowed, she took Lu Zhe's words seriously, she didn't dare to move, her whole body froze, and she only asked aloud, "What's going on?"
Lu Zhe tried his best to hold back the laughter in his voice, and tried his best to pretend to be a little bit like: "Hey, don't move, I'll just take it easy."
Shen Qiao thought he was trying to be brave, and was full of thoughts about whether to take him to the hospital for another check, and even began to recall whether Lu Zhe had hurt his hand again in the past few days.
He was more nervous than Manager Zhou about Lu Zhe's injury. He couldn't easily let him go when he heard this. He immediately calmed down, "Get out of the way, I'll take you to the hospital, you are not allowed to move around."
Lu Zhe responded slowly: "Well... you don't need to go to the hospital, just let me hug it."
Shen Qiao: "..."
He slowly recalled it and shouted through gritted teeth, "Lu, Zhe!"
Lu Zhe heard that he was going to be angry, cleared his throat, kissed his chin flatteringly, and replied, "Hey, don't be angry, I'm kidding you, I know you feel sorry for me—"
After a two-second pause, he asked in a low voice, "Would you like me to help you?"
Shen Qiao stared at him, took a deep breath for two seconds, but still couldn't hold back, laughed angrily, moved his knees, and pushed against the opponent's leg, he asked meaningfully: "Who is helping who? It's so eloquent."
Lu Zhe changed his words shamelessly and eloquently: "Qiao Qiao, please help me."
Shen Qiao couldn't help seeing his extremely sloppy appearance, and couldn't help but sighed why he was so stupid just now, so easily moved by this guy.
He is a big fool.
With a coquettish and shameless guy like Lu Zhe, what other tricks are he unable to use
Shen Qiao became angrier the more she thought about it, and couldn't help but refuse: "No."
"It's time for the Marines to practice their left-hand skills," he said.
Lu Zhe laughed so that his shoulders were shaking slightly, but he didn't let him go. As long as Shen Qiao moved, he would cry out that his hand hurt, and in the end, relying on his cheeky qualities, he left the person in his room.
…
The teams that DG will face next are not very strong.
But they still did not dare to take it lightly, for fear of capsizing the boat in the gutter.
Fans also followed them in sit-ups, often seeing DG go up and lose the first hand, and then the second hand pulls the score back into the third tiebreaker.
The process of chasing the game can be described in one sentence: playing is exciting, and fighting is heartbeat.
Fortunately, everyone got used to it and it was the last game of the regular season—
Face off against BLX again.
this day.
Shen Qiao went to the convenience store outside the base to buy a pack of cigarettes. When walking into the community, he saw a familiar figure wandering nearby, looking down at his phone from time to time.
Shen Qiao took two steps forward and said hesitantly, "...Lu Qianshuang?"
He stopped not far away.
Because of the previous incident, he didn't dare to get too close to Omega now, but fortunately, Lu Qianshuang used an inhibitor, and there was no trace of Omega pheromone in the air.
Lu Qianshuang was stunned for a moment, and when he looked up to see him, there was a bit of surprise in his eyes. Just as he was about to take the initiative to approach, he remembered something, but instead he took a half step back:
"Brother Jojo!"
She said, "I... I heard from my brother about your allergies last time, should I step back a bit?"
Shen Qiao laughed, shook her head, and asked her, "Looking for Lu Zhe?"
Lu Qianshuang nodded: "Yes, but I don't have to go in, I'll just wait for him to come out."
After thinking for a while, she smiled at Shen Qiao again: "I have watched your game live, you are amazing, I have already bought a live ticket for the next game, I want to be DG and your most loyal fan! "
Shen Qiao was so complimented that she didn't know how to respond. Looking around, she still suggested, "I'll take you in. Lu Zhe was in a meeting with the manager just now, and it's probably not over in a while."
Lu Qianshuang realized later: "No wonder I called him a few times and didn't answer..."
After she finished speaking, there was obvious hesitation on her face.
After struggling for two seconds, Lu Qianshuang asked again, "Will it affect your training?"
Shen Qiao simply said "it's okay", and then walked in first, but after walking for a while, he looked back and found that Lu Qianshuang kept his distance to the point that everyone was going to lose him, he stopped and said helplessly:
"You don't have to. If you use the inhibitor, I'll be fine."
Lu Qianshuang was reminded by him, so she immediately took out the inhibitor from her bag, and pressed the pump a dozen times to her with the appearance of spraying mosquito repellent. : "Well, it's safer this way, or if something happens, my brother can strangle me to death."
Shen Qiao was amused by her exaggerated description, causing a smile in her eyes. After clearing her throat, he said softly, "It won't be."
Lu Qianshuang shook his head solemnly, "You don't understand, my brother is super ruthless. Why don't fans call him Lu Gou? It's because this person's gentleness is an illusion, and he is still a dog in essence."
Shen Qiao: "?"
Is that so? Like oh
Lu Qianshuang saw his expression of doubt about life, paused, the girl sighed heavily, and said deflatedly: "Oh, of course he treats you differently, I can understand, after all, it's about his future wife, of course you have to be more careful."
Shen Qiao: "...?"
He felt the top of his head being dominated by question marks.
What's the matter with this little girl
Who is whose wife
Shen Qiao pinched her brows, and after two seconds, she asked with a complicated expression, "The second half of the sentence... What did he tell you?"
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Shen Qiao: There are such shameless people in the world, what are they instilling in my sister every day? ?