Chapter 72：

The kitten Lanlan was lying in an empty shoe box on the top of the shoe cabinet all afternoon, and her tail hung down along the edge of the shoe cabinet. She looked at the door from time to time, lonely like an old cat.

But Yan Qiu came back too late today. When they got home, it was almost nine o'clock in the evening.

As soon as he opened the door, Yan Qiu hadn't had time to say hello to Xiao Lanlan lying on the shoe cabinet, and was immediately hugged by Ji Xinglan behind him.

Such a big man was still held by a princess, and Qiu was ashamed. But the guy was so strong that he lifted him up easily, just like catching a chick.

Around the sky, Yan Qiu had been overwhelmed on the sofa, staring at the ceiling inexorably.

"What are you doing?"

As Yanqiu evaded, he wondered whether Alpha also had an estrus period—and Ji Xinglan was in this state every day.

Ji Xinglan glanced provocatively at the stinking cat who was competing for pets, and put his gaze on the little beauty who fell on the sofa.

He said shamelessly: "Play with toys."

The tone is very straightforward. But Qiu didn't promise to play with him any toys. He crawled from the sofa and ran away. He was pressed back by the man and held from behind.

Yan Qiu felt itchy ears, and there was something gentle passing by. Then he heard Ji Xinglan ask in his ear: "Don't you miss me in a day?"

"..." This tone sounds so coquettish. How can a savvy military student behave like a big golden retriever?

Yan Qiu felt that their roles were completely reversed. Instead, Ji Xinglan loved to stick to him. As soon as he left his line of sight, Ji Xinglan felt insecure.

However, thinking of why Ji Xinglan became like this, Yan Qiu felt sour for a while, his heart suddenly softened, and the eyes under his eyes became soft, and he couldn't help reaching out to rub his hair.

It's not easy. Yan Qiu didn't know how to compensate for his love for Ji Xinglan over the years.

Frightened, he did not understand why Ji Xinglan could like himself so much. It felt like what the man gave him and what he owed was like a bottomless hole. It seemed that there was no way to make up for it. He could only be as good as possible for him and depend on him in bed.

Fortunately, Yan Qiu is back, and he can slowly repay him over his life.

Then let him cool, it is not a big deal. Yan Qiu thought with pain.

"... Would you rather spend your time going to the toilet to catch ghosts than thinking about your husband?" The man said sullenly in his ear.

Your husband, these three words turned Yan Qiu Ergen into red, and he could only hold his head down on the shoulder of the man, feeling the pressure of being pressed together.

Yan Qiu's eyes were stained with a little red, and he quickly whispered, "Think."

Do you still need Ji Xinglan to say, Yan Qiu himself didn't know how many times he opened the terminal dialog to stop talking.

In the struggle just now, he accidentally kicked off the slippers, stepped on the place where there was no carpet, and the coolness climbed up along the sensory nerve, trembling like a needle, and subconsciously hooked Ji Xinglan with his calf Legs.

When Yan Qiu raised his head and saw the forbearance and consternation in the man's eyes, he secretly thought.

How to see how to seduce like yourself. The man was indeed spoiled by him.

It was late autumn, Yan Qiu was wearing a dark black turtleneck sweater and accidentally exposed a small waistline while leaning on the sofa.

His pupils, hair, clothes, and the sofa under him are all dark, except that his skin is white, and there is a little powder in the white, which reflects in the eyes of the man, forming a very strong sense of contrast.

The man slowly pursed his lips, using his slender fingers to hook the hem of his black sweater more openly, revealing the thin but beautiful body line of the teenager.

Yan Qiu's skin still has traces of the absurdity of the two of them yesterday. His bright eyes are like a deer, and he seems faint and a little scared.

The man looked at the marks of different shades on his body, and slowly wiped the red marks of different shades with his fingertips, with a little love in his voice: "Does it hurt?"

It doesn't hurt much, it's a bit embarrassing. Yan Qiu shamefully turned his face away and said: "Nonsense."

The man blinked and Yan Qiu could clearly see his long eyelashes.

"I'm too much?" He said.

Yan Qiugang turned his face away and was pulled back by him, so he said arrogantly, "You just know."

"Does it hurt? ... Blame me for being a scumbag, or would you bite back." Ji Xinglan said, suddenly pulling off his tie, and he started unbuttoning unhurriedly.

Ji Xinglan was wearing a uniform today, and Yan Qiu watched his wonderful body wrapped in a uniform, thinking about it, and swallowed quietly, not stopping him from taking off his clothes.

The man quickly took off his jacket and threw it aside, then lifted his hands to unbutton the top two or three buttons of the shirt.

Yan Qiu's eyes looked down from his slightly open neckline, white neck, clear collarbone, and looming muscles under the fore cover.

Both the face and the figure are so beautiful that people can't remove their eyes and can't help but want to touch it.

The seemingly quiet speech, but his heart was not calm. He glanced at him quietly, feeling that he had read enough books, and then held the man's hand artificially.

"Okay, no pain, just look scary. As long as you don't toss me tonight, just two days later."

The traces of Yan Qiu's body were different, and it was clear that the man could not wait to add him a new one before the old kiss marks had completely subsided.

This made Yan Qiu cry and laugh. It feels like the traces on his body have not completely disappeared these days.

The man took the tie in his hand and wrapped it around Yan Qiu's slender wrist. He sighed and said with emotion: "Do you know, in fact, I got a little bit abnormal after I met you. I used to think about how many ways to make you cry at night, and I cried and cried out to call me . "

The words are amazing. There is such a brazen person in the world, Yan Qiu shrinks his neck in horror, and hears the man sigh: "... but now I can do this, why can't bear to bully you."

Yan Qiu was embarrassed, but he still uttered a nagging sentence: "... in fact, it's not impossible."

Qiu himself was taken aback when he said the words. He and Ji Xinglan had been together for a long time, and even such obscene words could be said.

But the man's deep pupil showed a little surprise, but more was excitement-he wanted to do bad things he didn't dare, and he was allowed.

In order not to appear too bohemian, he wanted to patch it again and said, "Let your husband do." However, it was too late for Yanqiu to change his mouth. Ji Xinglan turned on the air conditioner, and when the temperature was warm, he pulled off Yanqiu's underpants.

These days Xinglan touched his pants more often than he did. Yan Qiu was old and blushing again.

The teenager's knees were pinkish, and Ji Xinglan asked him to kneel on the sofa, lifted his sweater up, and squeezed his jaw with one hand, making him open his mouth: "Come, bite and show me."

Yan Qiu couldn't figure out what he wanted to do, and he endured the shame and bit his clothes with his teeth. Suddenly his eyes were black and his eyes were blindfolded.

It was dark in front of me, only a faint light came in through the cracks in the fabric. Yan Qiu's lower legs shook a little, not knowing what he was going to do.

Feeling that the man was kissing him, Yan Qiu's body shivered involuntarily, still acting too pure. The man felt him shaking and comforted him helplessly: "Don't be afraid."

But Qiu thought that the man could see that he was not in the same position, but he was blindfolded and could see nothing.

Under such conditions, the sense of shame increases geometrically.

Ji Xinglan kissed him softly for a while and pryed open his teeth. The gentle and comfortable kiss finally made Yan Qiu's tight muscles relax. The feeling of resistance in my heart dissipated a lot, but I was a little embarrassed.

"Ji Xinglan, have you played enough?"

Yan Qiu knelt down on the sofa like that, feeling that one hand was covering his hair, gently lowered his head a little, and the other finger pried open his lips and teeth, sweet and dangerous voice Coaxed him: "Come on, open your mouth."

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Yan Qiu couldn't see anything, completely guided by instinct and the other side, and was very passive. Basically, he was led by his nose before the brain responded.

Suddenly, he heard the sound of a shutter, and quickly pulled the blindfold off in a panic.

"You took a picture?" Yan Qiu blushed abnormally.

"Don't you want to see what I photographed?" The man calmed down after doing the bad thing.

Ji Xinglan handed the terminal screen to him. Yan Qiu saw the teenager on the screen at a glance, and the only covering on the whole body was only a collar.

But wearing a collar is not as good as nothing. He was blindfolded by a black cloth, his hair fell down softly, and he kneeled on the sofa happily, grasping the man's clothes tightly with both hands, and his fingertips were slightly white.

Not to mention Ji Xinglan, Yan Qiu himself was embarrassed to see the blood flow.

Yan Qiu stretched out his hand to grab it, but before he could grab it and delete it, the man took it back.

Yan Qiu was almost ashamed of his head. But it was really just that person, so he said: "Just look at it yourself, don't show it to others."

The man kissed him and said, "How could I show it to others."

Yan Qiu turned his thoughts right, too. Ji Xinglan, the vinegar jar, let alone show others his own private room photos, if anyone is allowed to look at himself more, he will refuse.

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The weather in late autumn is cold day by day, and this week has ushered in cooling.

When he finished his lunch the next day, Yan Qiu suddenly sneezed.

He wiped his nose and numb his scalp, thinking how cute it is to sneeze. It really looks like a tiger has become a little milk cat.

"Have you caught a cold?" Ji Xinglan handed him the paper, and even thought he had too little clothes. "Wear so thin, deserve it."

Yan Qiu took the napkin and gritted his teeth secretly.

This morning Ji Xinglan forced him to wear another sweater. He only wore a little more. He all did it. Ji Xinglan actually disliked him. So why did this **** keep him running around naked in the room?

The man took his hand and slowly clasped his fingers. Yan Qiu's fingertips are cool, but the man's hand is warm.

But he had no other ideas in his mind, just remembered Bai Yuanyuan's ghost story.

Sure enough, Alpha was full of yang.

After leaving the restaurant, Ji Xinglan took Yan Qiu to the opposite direction of the classroom. Yanqiu looked at the grove in front and said alertly, "What are you going to do?"

"Buy a warm sticker for you." Ji Xinglan knew he wanted to be crooked, smiled helplessly, and pulled Yan Qiu into the supermarket.

There was no expression on his face, and he looked at someone holding him indifferently and using him as a heater: "Buy some warm stickers for you. Do you want to hold my hand in class?"

Yan Qiu bowed his head. He thought, but school style and discipline are not allowed.

After lunch is free time, there are many students lining up in the supermarket to buy things, and a few people eat instant noodles in the corner.

Ji Xinglan took a pack of warm stickers, and the other hand held Yan Qiu strokes across the city. In a crowded place like a supermarket, an Alpha is holding an Omega, almost writing the words "Hello everyone, this is my object".

After the account was settled, Yan Qiu quickly pulled Ji Xinglan out and stopped by the confession wall at the door.

Yan Qiu, who cannot have a name on the confession wall, is a bit sour: "Look."

Ji Xinglan said nothing, tearing up a post-it note, signing his name in a flurry of dances, followed by a few bold characters, and snapped it on the wall.

The three words that follow his name are "I love you".

Yan Qiu, whose name was posted on the confession wall, was shy and pushed Ji Xinglan to escape the scene.

But when the bell rang in the afternoon, Yan Qiu suddenly remembered a big problem.

The name Ji Xinglan wrote on the post-it note is "Yan Qiu".

Bad food!

Yan Qiu almost jumped up in class in shock. He had to get that post-it back.

But he couldn't run out in full view during class time. The more anxious he was to finish class, the slower the time seemed to pass.

Yan Qiu anxiously kept checking the time with the terminal, but before waiting for the class, he first waited for Lin Wei's news.

... Why did Lin Wei suddenly send him a message?

After that, Lin Wei is one of the few people who have been in contact with them. Would n’t she guess what?

Yan Qiu's heart pounded, picked up the terminal and quietly opened the picture she sent, glanced at it, and it was obvious that it was the note written by Ji Xinglan.

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"Look, Ji Xinglan really has no feelings for Qiu Yu, you should break up as soon as possible."

Yan Qiu: "..."