Tiny clouds of dust fluttered in the air.

The world-weary feet slipped and almost fell down with a rolling belt.

What tiger and wolf words did he just hear?

Is it a dream? Is it a delusion?

Otherwise, why did this little white face suddenly turn yellow?

The slender and powerful hand grasped his arm steadily,

Pulled him down the stairs to the hallway, his face was calm, and there was a slight smile on the corner of his mouth,

"I can't stand still, this is a bit of a point?"

The misanthropy felt that he had absorbed too much dust in the corridor, and he had begun to become delirious.

Otherwise, how can the people you meet today be more sassy than the other?

Are they working together to tear down Pinrujia today, and after they are viciously razed to the ground?

The misanthropy is like a frightened rabbit, jumping back, patting Qingliu's hand,

"Let go, let go."

Qingliu didn't plan to pull him more, so he let go very decisively.

The world-weary was dying backwards,

As a result, his strength suddenly loosened, and the world-weary person fell backwards uncontrollably.

Behind him was the stairs, and he screamed, and threw himself forward with all his strength.

The misanthropy stretched out his slender arms, as if grasping a life-saving straw, and did not hesitate to pull Qingliu's collar.

Grabbing the shirt on his chest and pulling it, he was too strong, and a button flew out with a "collapse".

Landing on the stairs, he jumped down the stairs.

Qingliu lowered his eyes slightly, the skin on his chest was open, and one paw was grabbing his shirt, not to mention the folds of the grasp.

He scratched a red mark under his collarbone.

The world-weary moment seemed to touch a hot potato, and quickly retracted his hand.

"The shirt bears a weight it shouldn't have." ”

Qingliu lowered his eyes and looked at his embarrassed clothes.

The snow-white shirt is now miserable.

There was a large coke stain on his chest, a crumpled neckline, and a glass button was dragged down.

He was lying quietly on the dusty ground.

Qingliu took a deep breath and sank his breath,

"Go get the button back."

The misanthropy was confused, "Huh? Pick it up? ”

"Hmm."

Qingliu replied lightly, took the key from his pants pocket, and turned to open the door.

Hearing Qingliu's determined tone, the world-weary ran downstairs quickly, picked up the glass-colored button from the ground, and blew the ash on it.

"Isn't this a treasure? Diamond? Jewel? ”

Qingliu didn't want to pay attention to him, and opened the door indifferently.

Misanthropy is a type that even if others ignore him, he can speak very energetically by himself.

"What brand of shirt do you have?"

Following Qingliu into the door, his gaze was still on Qingliu's shirt.

"I don't seem to have seen this brand, but it looks like the cut is quite delicate, showing the figure, and lining your figure is good."

Hearing this, Qingliu glanced sideways slightly and put the key on the low cabinet.

The slender hand began to unbutton the shirt,

Said slowly, "Taobao Ninety-nine Free Shipping, if you want, I'll send you the link back." ”

Misanthropic "......"

What the hell am I?

So he was going to praise his clothes, but he turned away from the clothes and changed his direction to praise his good figure???

The world-weary didn't have time to look at his house.

I was shocked by someone who was undressing, and I just talked, why did I take it off?

I can't help but recall the sentence that came in my mind.

Why don't you try it?

Try your sister,

Could this little white face be a pervert?

The world-weary subconsciously wanted to turn around and not look at him, but then thought about it, they are all men, and they have been to the men's toilet together, what haven't you seen?

I squirmed like a girl.。

Thinking like this, the misanthropy watched him take off his shirt,

Revealing a smooth and thin upper body, very thin but not weak, extremely white skin, wide shoulders and narrow waist are quite symmetrical.

The world-weary himself didn't expect that one day, he would stand opposite a boy without changing his face.

I was still evaluating his figure.

grass

How do you feel more like a pervert?

After the little white face took off the shirt, the shirt was held in his hand.

He looked at him quietly, and in his world-weary gaze, his thin cold lips pursed and smiled slightly.

Misanthropy: "......"

Don't mess around,

Lao Tzu panicked.

Qingliu threw the shirt in his hand at him, and the snow-white fabric spread out and flew in the air.

In the end, it landed firmly on the head of the world-weary one.

The light fragrance is mixed with the vague smell of cola, and it lingers very clearly on the tip of the nose.

The misanthropic violently ripped off the shirt on his head,

A little annoyed glared at Qingliu, "You can't be a pervert, right??? ”

He took him home, said some flirtatious things on the way, and finally even took off his clothes and covered his head.

Oh my.

This kind of string is simply impossible to think about.

It's scary to think about.

The world-weary is ready to stand with him for 300 rounds.

As a result, in the next second, I saw Qingliu naked with his upper body, opened the wardrobe and casually pulled out a piece of clothing to change into.

"Go to the bathroom and wash the Coke stains off your clothes."

misanthropy"...... What, what's that? ”

Qingliu put on black short sleeves, walked to the bathroom door, and opened.

Directly opposite is the mirror, and he clearly sees himself in the mirror.

The low-necked T-shirt exposes half of the collarbone, and the scratches under the collarbone are still red.

Dog paws?

"Come and wash, wash and dry, sew the buttons with a needle and thread, and you're good to go."

The misanthropy was carrying a shirt in his hand, and he almost died laughing at what he said.

The fingertips are casually twisted with the smooth fabric.

"Feelings, are you treating me like a conch girl?"

When did he wash his clothes by hand, and even let him do needlework.

Qingliu can't help but think too highly of himself.

Qingliu sat on the small sofa.

said coldly,

"Conch girl is not as ugly as you."

"You fart, the conch girl is definitely not as handsome as me."

"Not as handsome as you, not as diligent as you."

Qingliu turned on the old TV and sat down in the small sofa to watch TV leisurely.

"Let's go, you'll be able to go when you're done washing early."

"Lao Tzu doesn't wash, isn't it ninety-nine yuan?" I'll give you a thousand. ”

Qingliu's gaze moved from the TV to his world-weary face.

"Nope."

The misanthropy won't help him wash his clothes,

Instantly exploded,

"Why? Is there something wrong with you, believe it or not, I'll give you an over-the-shoulder fall to let you know what social sinister is! ”

However, the boy who was leisurely watching TV was unmoved.

just sideways his phoenix eyes and calmly glanced at the red-haired boy in the mania.

"Try?"

The misanthropy can no longer look at these two words.

It's really a service.

Coercion and temptation still hold his handle in his hand.

really

Real men also have compromises,

"Wash, Lao Tzu has washed!"

Qingliu's long legs overlapped, and his eyes fell on the bathroom clearly.

The red-haired boy held a small pink basin in his hand to receive water, like a wronged little daughter-in-law,

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