Mo Zhiyang's feet were hanging in the air, and he was held in his arms and forced to look up at him.
Mo Zhiyang, who is best at observing words and appearances, realized that he was very angry, not the kind of anger that could muddle through.
After thinking about it, I still have to admit my cowardice.
So he looked up at him with big eyes open, knowing that he was still angry and could not touch the mold. For a long time, after he was almost polished by himself, he said, "You are so handsome!"
"Fuck!"
He was already stirred up by him today. Bo Siyu lost his literacy and went to the toilet compartment with his arms.
Mo Zhiyang knew it would be like this, and he was too lazy to resist. He shook his legs and let him carry himself in.
"You deserve it. It's all your fault." Bo Siyu pressed the door panel of the toilet compartment and asked him to face him: "Are you right to love you and do whatever you want?"
Then how to answer what you said? If you say yes, you must be angry and will be fucked. If you say no, you will definitely be said dishonest, and you will have to be fucked. This fate can't escape.
Mo Zhiyang lowered his eyelids and didn't look at him. Anyway, he had to be fucked. It's better to take the initiative. It seemed that he was whoring him. Thinking about prostitutes, it was quite exciting to think about the marshal of the prostitute empire.
So, he swallowed his saliva, slowly slipped down his right hand, and then down his belt, he felt his "excitement", looked up, big eyes, with simplicity: "What a big!"
"Gan!" After years of literacy, Bo Siyu grabbed his chin and forced him to face him: "You did it on purpose."
It's intentional, and...
Mo Zhiyang took a deep breath and asked the system, "Is it outside the door?"
"Outside the door." The system gives a confirmation answer.
That's easy to do.
Mo Zhiyang grabbed his hand pinching his chin, tore it off, played with his thumb, and then put it in. He looked at him with big wet eyes open, "I want to try it."
"Did you deliberately seduce me?" Bo Siyu is a little strange. Yangyang behaved abnormally today, but it's not bad.
Raising his chin, Mo Zhiyang said bluntly, "Yes!" I not only want to seduce you, but also let the person outside know that if he is jealous, jealous will lose his mind.
With that, he pushed him to the toilet and squatted between his legs: "Uh-huh."
Try to open your mouth, or you can only eat half of it. Other popsicles are sweet and cold, but the palms of your hands are not. The hot palms of your hands seem to burn up.
"Is it delicious?" Bo Siyu swallowed his saliva. From the time he was eating cake on the table, he wanted to do that and took a deep breath, "Deeper."
Hearing what he said, Mo Zhiyang let go very rebelliously, wiped the back of his hand dry the saliva at the corners of his mouth, and wanted to stand up: "Don't eat, can't eat."
"If you don't eat, you have to eat." Bo Siyu was so flirtatious by him that he leaned over and hugged the man. He pressed it in his arms: "I can't eat here. Let's eat somewhere else."
Since seeing him, Bo Siyu's fire has been accumulated. Now he has been provoked by this. I can't wait to burn both of them to ashes. How can he let him go like this?
Mo Zhiyang was pressed and asked knowingly, "Where to change?"
The compartment of this toilet is sealed on the top, but there is a gap below. People lie on the ground and can see a little movement inside.
When you lie down, you can see two pairs of feet, a pair of shiny leather shoes, and the other pair of blue and white board shoes.
Leather shoes are on the smooth floor, but the right leg of the board shoes is suspended and on the feet. Although the left leg is on the ground, the trousers are piled up at the ankle.
The smell of strawberry milk candy and green tea is mixed together, and the depressed moan floats out of the cracks in the ground.
"You, that's where you support~ Uh-huh~~ I'm dying~"
"I'll tell you to seduce me. Fuck you deserve it!"
"Don't bite, it hurts, don't bite~"
"Strawberry milk candy, is there really milk? Let me have a bite."
The crackling sound is endless, and the dialogue inside makes people blush.
Mo Zhiyang didn't know when the man left. All he knew was that he was dizzy. He leaned on his shoulder, and the two were still connected and calmed down: "Uh-huh~"
"You say, I have so many shes every time. Why aren't you pregnant yet?" Bo Siyu stretched out his hand and rubbed his stomach, and specially chose an ABO setting.
I just want to raise my own child with Yangyang. Why hasn't there been any movement for so long? It's better that I don't work hard enough. It seems that I need to water it more.
"Bed with a fart." Mo Zhiyang struggled to get up, but his waist was really soft. He opened his mouth and bit his earlobe: "Purg it out for me."
Bo Siyu deliberately pushed his head inward and bit his shoulder with his mouth open: "No, I can't block it up. Maybe he'm pregnant."
"You, are you going to make me cry?" Seeing that it was hard, he came soft. Mo Zhiyang hummed gently, and even his tone seemed to contain delicate pity.
Damn, I don't eat hard food every time. I eat soft food. Fortunately, I can't be salty and sweet, otherwise I really can't control you.
The most unbeable thing is that he can't stand it. Bo Siyu pulled it out and said, "Okay, okay."
But it's too late now. It's all in the reproductive cavity and hasn't flowed out.
Taking advantage of this momentum, Mo Zhiyang continued to act coquettish: "You help me put on my clothes. I don't have the strength."
"Okay." Bo Siyu served him intimately. He hadn't served anyone like this before and helped pull his clothes. "In the past, others served me, but now they fall into the hands of your little ancestor to help you wash clothes and fold quilts, and bring you food."
"Then if you don't want to serve me, I won't serve you." Mo Zhiyang had to be cheap and obedient. He sat in his arms and watched him put on his shoes with his own eyes.
Help someone put on all shoes, socks and clothes, and listen to what he said.
"Don't let me serve who are you going to look for, Galileo?" As he spoke, he put a little force around his hand. Bo Siyu leaned over and bit his collarbone, "stamp it and go back and clean you up."
The collarbone was bitten slightly. Mo Zhiyang was unhappy. He leaned over and pulled off the collar of his military uniform. "Then I'll stamp it too."
While talking, open your mouth and bite it down.
Bo Siyu frowned gently, but did not resist and let him bite.
This tossing will take an hour.
Mo Zhiyang paced back lazily and saw that they were still there. So he looked at Bai Rong. "I'm a little sleepy and want to go back first."
"Uncle hasn't come back yet. It's rude of you to do this." Xiao Yi just can't stand his rude and rude appearance.
Where is his turn to be presumptuous here?
Galileo stood up and said, "I think I don't need the marshal and your consent to take him away."
"No." At this time, Bo Siyu walked in from the door with a serious face and meticulous military uniform, "I'll take you back."
Bai Rong, who never said anything, lowered his head and hid his hands under the table. No one knew what he was thinking.
After sending them back, Galileo blocked Mo Zhiyang at the door of the dormitory. "You know his identity now. He lied to you."
"Actually, he told me his name from the beginning, but I didn't notice it." Mo Zhiyang knew what he meant, but in fact, it was attributed to his carelessness.
Galileo didn't quite understand and frowned. "Do you know he is a marshal?"
This was a little difficult to explain. Mo Zhiyang scratched his head and said, "No, at that time, all I knew was that his name was Bo Siyu, and he was not associated with the marshal. In the final analysis, I was careless, but later I knew that it was not too late."
Looking at his expression, he changed from calmness to frown. Mo Zhiyang asked rhetorically, "I never understand that we have never met. Why do you have to mark me?"
"We met." Galileo's eyes were burning with an incomprehensible light: "I saw it when I was a child. Have you forgotten it?"
When I was a child?
This range is really a little wide. Mo Zhiyang shook his head to show that he didn't know.
"Your grandfather was the driver of the Xiao family. Do you remember? It was fifteen years ago that you gave me a lactose. You said that if you would divide in the future, it must smell like lactose. It's the most fragrant."
Unexpectedly, he forgot, Galileo said, taking a breath of air desperately. Strawberry cream candy tasted particularly sweet.
Why has he been working on finding a milk candy-flavored one for so many years? That's why he rushed over after knowing that there was a milky-flavored Omega. After the result was confirmed to be him, he hurried over.
As a result, he remembered it, but he forgot it.
But this memory does not match the memory of the original owner.
At that time, because of Grandpa's sake, the original owner often went to the Xiao family to play, and the original owner's white moonlight was a teenager who took strawberry milk candy from the cabinet at the age of four, that is, Xiao Yi.
Then when I went out, I only met two people, and the original owner also gave them a few milk candy on his hand. At that time, they were young, but they forgot what they looked like.
If one of the candy you gave yourself is Galileo, who is the other one? Is it Bo Siyu?
Seeing that he was in meditation, Galileo thought he couldn't remember and took the initiative to prompt, "At that time, I accompanied Bo Siyu to his sister's house. That was the time, by the fountain, do you remember?"
This is true. There is one next to the fountain and then a person on the lawn. At that time, the Xiao family had not fallen.
The memory left by the original owner is indeed like this, so the person I met on the lawn is Bo Siyu? Xiao Yi gave himself milk candy.
In this way, it seems more reasonable, but I just think something is wrong.
Mo Zhiyang looked up at him. He really couldn't like it, and it was not the goal of the task. There was no need to hang him. "I remember what you said, but I don't like you."
The expected answer was so reasonable that Galileo didn't want to ask why.
He squeezed his lips and looked at the little milk candy in front of him. After a long time, he sighed, "I know, but I don't think Bo Siyu is a good partner. He is arrogant and likes to bully people, and he is very bitchy. He matches the white face."
In addition to bitches, Galileo can't find other adjectives to describe Bo Siyu.