Inferior pampering

Chapter 49

　　A wet snowy night, a narrow entrance.

　　They are like two beasts bound infinitely to each other.

　　The kiss lasted for half an hour, and when he was finally let go, Ji Tingyu lowered his head and spit out a mouthful of bloody saliva, his mouth was completely worn out.

　　He sneered, his chest was covered with sweat, he raised his hand to wipe it casually, and slapped He Zhuo's face with a "slap", "You are really a mad dog."

　　He Zhuo pressed the slapped face with the tip of his tongue, grabbed the back of his neck and dragged him to his face.

　　"Again? I didn't play well just now."

　　The author has something to say:

　　Maomao: If you play well, I will go straight into the box!

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　　Again?

　　Panting heavily, Ji Tingyu pushed him away, "Go and kiss yourself!"

　　He Zhuo laughed, grabbing his wrist like a rascal.

　　"No, I brought the black leather gloves you like."

　　"No! You've run out of opportunities tonight!"

　　"But I'm not enough."

　　"Come on, no matter how many times you kiss, it won't be enough."

　　"Hmm." He Zhuo nodded without any concealment, "Who is to blame then? You've tortured me for so long, and you only give me one kiss once the ban is lifted."

　　Ji Tingyu's ears turned red.

　　"But you did it too...too fierce, as if you were going to eat me."

　　Will this love be dead if you talk about it?

　　He Zhuo knew that he was shy, and he also knew that he had really lost his strength just now, but he looked sad and looked at death like home, and couldn't help but start to reflect: "Is it uncomfortable?"

　　"Uncomfortable! Not at all uncomfortable!"

　　"...Is it really that bad to kiss me?"

　　For the first time, the self-confident wolf king had doubts about his own skills.

　　"Yeah, that's not to say..." Ji Tingyu was afraid that he would belittle himself, and also afraid that he would push forward. He only felt that Chinese characters were hotter than He Zhuo's tongue, "Then how do you feel? Are you comfortable..."

　　Ahhh why should I discuss this kind of issue with him!

　　"Do you want to hear the truth?"

　　Ji Tingyu nodded.

　　He Zhuo replied: "It's very comfortable. When I kiss you, my whole scalp is numb. Your mouth is very soft. Your tongue is like a strip of scented jelly. It's easy to kiss from any angle. When you obediently stick out the tip of your tongue to For a while, I feel that all the good tastes I have tasted in this life are extremely inferior, if I am not afraid of you suffocating, I can kiss you until tomorrow morning."

　　Ji Tingyu's face turned so red that it exploded.

　　"Do you have to go into such detail!"

　　This is completely beyond the scope of his cognition of human words.

　　"And I didn't reach out... for you! You snatched it yourself!"

　　"You said you wanted to listen to the truth, so can you tell me how you feel?"

　　Ji Tingyu turned his face away, scratching his ears and cheeks in embarrassment.

　　"It just feels, it feels like you are hitting me with your tongue, and then your heart seems to be slapped..."

　　After speaking, the broken pot lowered its head in a broken way.

　　From He Zhuo's perspective, he could only see the cat's messy warm orange hair and two shy little ears curled up in embarrassment.

　　So pure and soft, with a rascal accent, like an uneducated elf who just ran out of the forest.

　　"Did you do it on purpose? How could you describe your heartbeat so rudely?"

　　Ji Tingyu scratched his ears, "I'm not a romantic person..."

　　Romance and romance have never been his forte. He is just a kitten who can only swear at others, but like a snail, he has covered himself with a seemingly hard shell, which hides the most innocent and soft... inside.

　　He Zhuo's heart was gently scratched by the tip of the kitten's claw.

　　"Don't be afraid, I will treat you gently in the future."

　　-

　　They are still in bed tonight.

　　Ji Tingyu was too drunk to move, so He Zhuo helped him take a bath.

　　Putting water, rubbing the back, massaging the hands, feet and joints are all done by myself, and the cat is responsible for putting its face on the edge of the bathtub in a drowsy state, with a towel wrapped in the shape of a bun on its head.

　　After taking a shower, He Zhuo took him out and put him on the bed, and then went back to wash himself.

　　Ji Tingyu wanted to turn back into a kitten and sleep in his sleeping bag, but the differentiation period had passed, and he was too embarrassed to change back to such a fluffy look, so he kept the humanoid duck lying on the bedside and waited for He Zhuo.

　　When I got bored of waiting, I took out a pebble from my pocket and carved it for fun. The carving knife made a "tattling" sound on the stone.

　　He Zhuo came out with his hair combed, and sat beside him, "What are you carving?"

　　I saw that the pebbles in Ji Tingyu's hands had been polished brightly, and two lines of small characters were engraved on the relatively flat side.

　　——In the spring of 2018, Newell's windbreak shelter was raided by field hunters. After a narrow escape, he met He Zhuo.

　　He is a little wolf with blue eyes.

　　He Zhuo's pupils trembled and he froze.

　　"What is this?" He asked, holding Ji Tingyu's hand.

　　"What else can it be, stone."

　　"I know it's a stone, but, but why did you engrave words on the stone? Have you engraved words on those stones?"

　　"Those?" Ji Tingyu wondered, "How do you know I have a lot of stones? Have you seen my cabinet?"

　　He didn't care, and opened the door of the bedside table, and took out a fat glass bottle, which contained various pebbles.

　　Ji Tingyu originally wanted to put the piece he just engraved into it, but He Zhuo "snatched" the bottle before him, and dumped all the stones on the bed with a "crash".

　　"Be careful!" Ji Tingyu was afraid that he would break it.

　　He Zhuo turned a deaf ear to it, trembling his hands as if he hadn't heard it, and eagerly and chaotically picked up the stones one by one to check, his face had an out-of-control expression of a collapse of order, and his eyes stared like they were about to fall out.