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Chapter 52 Where are you touching?
Chapter 52 Where are you touching?
Uh.
Meng Ye was at a loss: "Where?"
Where is the bottom, is it a foot or a calf? Is it the knee or—
"What do you think?" Zhuang Shao stretched his iceberg face, and pulled his hand into his crotch, so frightened that Meng Ye instantly retracted!
"Fuck, just talk, what are you doing with your hands and feet?"
Zhuang Shao gritted his teeth, one is hatred and the other is itchy: "Is this brain on your neck? They all said that my bottom was bitten, and you asked?"
"Then if I don't ask, how can I know what's going on? Traditional Chinese medicine also pays attention to seeing, hearing, and asking, and I'm not an immortal!" Meng Ye said it all, but Zhuang Shao's expression was indeed a bit painful, and he was worried that he was really there. Being bitten, after all, the matter of life is not a trivial matter, is it?
He bent down to look.
Zhuang Shao instinctively crossed his hands to block, and Meng Ye glanced at him: "Are you playing a basketball pick-and-roll? Spread your hands."
Zhuang Shao's voice was hoarse: "What are you looking at?" Meng Ye said confidently, "It's not that you haven't seen it!"
This is true. The two have been in the shower together since they met, and they have seen their bare bottoms many times, but now they are a little bit naughty in their hearts, so they seem more embarrassed. But at this moment Meng Ye hasn't started to be embarrassed, he is mainly curious.
"let me see."
"Get off."
"Show me!" He forcibly took Zhuang Shao's hand away and stared.
The bitten place was already red and swollen, but Meng Ye usually didn't pay attention to it at his place. For a while, he couldn't tell whether it was swollen or just that big. Compare with your own.
"Have you read it?" Zhuang Shao pressed his head and ordered him to turn around. He scratched his hair: "It's swollen."
"Bullshit, I fucking know!"
"Shh." Meng Ye put a finger on his lips, his black pearl-like eyes staring at death, "What are you shouting, there are still people around."
Where are the people from? There are only ghosts in darkness. Zhuang Shao pushed him away angrily: "Go home."
"Why don't I take you to the hospital, there are many bugs in this place, in case it's grasshoppers and fleas..."
Do fucking grasshoppers bite? I heard it for the first time! Zhuang Shao squeezed out two words: "Don't go!"
"Look at you," Meng Yeqi said, wanting to laugh but holding back, "What face are you talking about at this time, don't be a fucking taboo and I'll tell you."
Zhuang Shao was so angry that he turned around and left, but Meng Ye held him back: "Ok, oh, oh, then if you don't go to the hospital, you have to tell my mother and grandma, look at your place, it's swollen so big! I don't know! I thought you-"
When Zhuang Shao's eyes came over, Meng Ye couldn't help laughing: "Don't say it, don't say it, you are big, you are born big."
"Shut up." Shu Shaosao was going crazy, "It's all up to you."
"It's up to me, it's up to me to let you accompany me out." Meng Ye dragged his arm and shook it, he couldn't hold it in any longer, he clutched his stomach and laughed until he couldn't straighten up, "Fuck me. How could you know that you are so popular, even bugs love you so much."
"Meng Ye!"
"Well, let's not talk about it." Meng Ye made a zipper action, and Zhuang Shao walked away! Not long after, he was caught up again: "Hey, let's go back and tell my mother and grandma? What if something really happens."
"If you dare to shout, I will find a beam and hang it now."
"...It's not good, that's not good, why do you have so many things? If you can't do it, you will itch or cut it! Go and practice your sunflower collection!"
Zhuang Shao was so angry that he pinched him, pinched his thin neck and shook it, causing him to laugh with pain and joy.
After discussing for a while, the two decided to go home with the pain and go to a bright place to check and check, depending on the situation.
This way, Zhuang Shao almost died of embarrassment. The lower part was so itchy that Meng Ye had to turn his back every time he wanted to scratch it. Meng Ye cooperated for the first time, but became impatient the second time, whistling behind his back: "You have a lot of problems, I have never seen any horns on your body, how fresh!"
Zhuang Shao wanted to kick him to death, but he was reluctant. When they got home, the two sneaked into the room on their waists, without disturbing the adults on the first floor, they closed the door and breathed a sigh of relief.
"Damn it, I'll be a thief again for you." Meng Ye took off his undershirt in a huff, shirtless, and the shapely muscles of his upper body glowed darkly in the moonlight. It's not that he likes to be a hooligan, it's mainly because the grandmother's house is hot, and not every room has air conditioning.
Zhuang Shao glanced at it, turned his head away, and sat on the bed full of fire. Meng Ye also took off his big pants, leaving only a small inner, using his hands and feet to climb onto the bed: "Come on!"
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"Take off your trousers, I'll check it for you, and study whether you need some medicine, or you'll die of itching. The bugs in the countryside are not vegetarian, and they won't heal if they bite you for half a month."
"Check for me why you take off so clean?"
"I'm sweating!" Meng Ye got annoyed and started immediately. Zhuang Shao protected the waist of his trousers with both hands, but he still didn't slap anyone, so he took off his sports shorts and left a pair of white boxer briefs.
"Tsk." Meng Su was impatient, "You can't take it off yourself, you have to let me pick it up!"
You are awesome, you don't care, you—
All Zhuang Shao's mental activities were suspended because Meng Ye lowered his head.
The bitten place has become swollen again, and it is obviously on the left side, because the left side is more obvious than the right side... The left side is bulging like a medicine, and the right side is normal. Meng Ye was at a loss for words, and felt embarrassed dully.
"Ha, what, it does look a little serious."
Zhuang Shao's face was ashes, and he said desperately, "How much nonsense do you still have? If you want to check it, hurry up."
"...Hurry up." Meng Ye's throat was so dry that he swallowed his saliva unconsciously, and then he went to pull the thin panties. Unexpectedly, Zhuang Shao fended him off, and he forced himself to take off half of it from both sides, just exposing the wound.
"..."
"..."
The real warriors dare to face the bleak life, dare to face the dripping blood, the fake ones are fucking miserable! Stunned! A picture is directly forced to stop!
Meng Ye blushed enough to bake eggs, and thought comfortingly in the confusion, fortunately only the lamp was turned on.
He made a cross in his heart, then forced himself to open his eyes and look at the place with trembling eyelids. Not to mention, it's quite eye-catching, just like Zhuang Shao.
Hey, crazy, crazy, what a mess. Meng Ye forced himself to calm down, didn't dare to be a hooligan, and honestly checked the injury.
It may be because of the redness and swelling, the place protruded from the inside, and there was a red and swollen bag on the left side, which looked like a mosquito bite, but it was larger than a normal mosquito bag.
"...Is it still itchy?"
"What do you say." Zhuang Shao's tone has gone from shy and angry at the beginning, to collapse, and now it is neither salty nor light, loving who the fuck is. It's a big deal to be hit in the head, hanged by the neck, and a human being is inherently fucked to death.
Meng Ye looked at it so carefully just now, he had already lost half of his life. He didn't even know how he did it, he just clenched his teeth, didn't hide, didn't hide, didn't go crazy, didn't open the window and jumped out.
He was ashamed and dry, and his lower abdomen was so tight that he did not dare to relax in the slightest. He warned himself in his heart: Don't be hard, don't, unless you don't want to touch Meng Ye for the rest of your life.
But how can this kind of thing be held back by willpower?
The place is currently dormant, and there is no stretching exercise for the time being, but if Meng Ye stares again, he will not be able to keep his breath there. Zhuang Shao closed his eyes with the heart of dying.
"Then what, I'm a little short-sighted..." Meng Ye recited the heart-clearing mantra silently, and then slapped both of his mouths in his head, ordering himself to wake up a bit. This is a fucking patient, a bug-bitten patient!
He got closer, only about ten centimeters away, his heart was beating like a drum, but he pretended to be calm, and he looked at it again and again.
"Have you seen enough?" Zhuang Shao's face was the color of a pig's liver, his neck was purple, and his veins burst out.
"Cough." Meng Ye looked away, "It's just a wound, I can't see what bit it, why don't I put some balsamic oil on you?"
"Why don't you just chop me up and feed the pigs!"
Can the essential oil be smeared anywhere?
Forget it, let it die, forget it, let it be a hundred, and avoid this sin.
"..."
Meng Ye kept his head down, not daring to breathe hard. It's not that he dislikes Zhuang Shao, the main reason is that he is afraid of embarrassing each other when he hears anything. After all, that place is a place to pee. As a result, seeing that he didn't speak, Zhuang Shao became suspicious: "Are you dumb?"
Meng Ye was short of breath: "Don't rush, I'm trying to figure out a way."
Zhuang Shao realized a little of the reason, his face changed slightly, and he turned to avoid him: "You go out, I will think of a way."
"What can you do, you don't even know where to put the essential oil..."
Fuck it, fuck it up! Zhuang Shao was so angry that he wanted to beat the wall, but slammed him with a black face: "Hurry up and go."
"..." Meng Ye was a little worried, he forgot to hold his breath, and it took a long while to realize that it was actually fine. The incense is definitely not fragrant, but it is not unpleasant at all, and Zhuang Shao usually likes to be clean, and he takes a bath and washes very often, so it is generally similar to his sweaty palms.
Meng Ye scolded himself in his heart. He also said that he likes Zhuang Shao, so he should avoid it. Zhuang Shao will definitely think that I despise him. After thinking about it like this, he turned his heart away, and he ripped off all the underwear without doing anything!
"Fuck you—" With a bang, the Heavenly Spirit Cover was about to collapse. Zhuang Shao pulled the pillow towel to cover his lower body, feeling embarrassed and hot, "Who told you to take off my pants! Didn't you hear me when I asked you to go out?"
Meng Ye muffled his troops: "You will also betray me. If you have the ability, call my grandmother and my mother."
"..."
The two of them froze on the bed. If you don't enter, I won't retreat. Zhuang Shao scolded him in a low voice, but Meng Ye didn't hear it, he scratched his ears and turned his face away, his ears were as red as if they had been burned.
"I don't understand what you are angry with. I didn't bite you, so what are you throwing fire at me? I don't think you have too much trouble."
Zhuang Shao thought that you are a pig. If you really bit me, I would be angry? Fucking crazy already.
His nostrils blew coldly and declined to comment. Meng Ye raised his head and glanced at him, then lowered his gaze to the place worrying, even though there was a thin layer of pillow towel.
Suddenly, Meng Ye said "Ah"!
"I figured out a way."
Zhuang Shao rolled his eyes: "What can I do?"
Meng Ye was excited: "Let me try!"
try your uncle.
Zhuang Shaoliang couldn't think of any serious solution, and just as he was about to refuse, the pillow towel was pulled away by him. I saw him spit into his palm, and then wipe it hard!
"...Fuck!" Zhuang Shao couldn't stop it, and Meng Ye's saliva was instantly stained below.
At that moment, he really, really wanted to strangle Meng Ye and then strangle himself, but he really had no face to live any longer. His heart was racing, and he was dizzy, dizzy, and had a splitting headache.
"Meng Ye, are you missing a chord in your brain?"
"Slobber can be sterilized." Meng Ye's sand-colored face was hot, and his naked upper body almost merged with the hazy night in the room, but his eyes were very bright, and his earlobes were flushed.
His right hand, which had touched Zhuang Shao, was still curled up, unable to close or open, it was stiff, and he didn't know where to put it.
"It can be sterilized, but you fucking..."
Meng Ye pulled the sheets: "What's wrong with me?"
You are fucking killing me! ! !
"My own saliva is fine! Stupid!"
Zhuang Shao couldn't catch it in one breath and almost threw himself over, the place was no longer itchy, but was going crazy.
Meng Ye was stunned for a moment, and then he realized that he had made a fool of himself. But he didn't want to admit his mistake, so he could only defend his neck hard: "I was in a hurry to save you, why don't you know how grateful you are."
"I thank you, I thank your family." Zhuang Shao's forehead throbbed, and his blood vessels were about to burst.
Meng Ye lowered his head and said no thanks, and said, "What, then you can wipe it yourself, it will be better if you wipe it more."
After a long silence, Zhuang Shao didn't move at all. Meng Ye turned his face away and froze after a glance, his eyes fell directly on the place where he left the evidence of his crime.
"you……"
The room was so quiet that a pin drop could be heard.
He thought that Zhuang Shao didn't find it, and said with difficulty: "Zhuang Shao, you..."
Zhuang Shao shoved his hand away, got out of bed in three or two steps and ran towards the bathroom downstairs, missing one of his slippers.
what is this all about...
Meng Ye stayed on the bed alone, his eyes were not eyes, his mouth was not a mouth, his hands were not hands, his body was almost separated from his soul. Accidentally bumped into the place where Zhuang Shao sat just now, his fingers were still charged, he was stunned for two seconds and then covered his face.
Help.
Help.
He covered his face, repented and confessed, and said a lot of words to God in a confused way. The specific content is unknown, and God definitely does not want to hear it. As he was talking, he suddenly heard a voice from downstairs calling him: "Meng Ye—"
It's Zhuang Shao.
He stood up and responded.
Zhuang Shao's voice was so embarrassed that he could even hear the meaning of abandonment: "I'll come down, but the water heater can't adjust the water temperature."
Meng Ye then remembered that he forgot to teach. Grandma's water heater is unusual, and the temperature panel is outside, where would Zhuang Shao use it? So he got up and ran down naked. The wooden stairs were stepped on with a thump, especially like a heartbeat.