Chapter 55

"I wear it now!"

Meng Ye was half kneeling on the bed with his socks in his hands. Zhuang Shao rushed over to grab it, but he couldn't touch it for three or four times.

"Hey hey hey!" Meng Ye rolled around, but the socks were still firmly in his arms, turning over and over to hide and laugh, "You fucking foul! If you foul, you will be sent a red card!"

"What's wrong with the foul? You have to use force to deal with it."

Zhuang Shao thought that in the future, I will not only commit fouls, but I also have to make rules at home and on the bed. You are not allowed to mess with my heart like this, and you are not allowed to seduce me casually.

"Give me back, this is my meal money."

Meng Ye was out of breath with laughter, shouting "I'll pay you back", and shoved the sock into his mouth with his right hand, so he didn't get bitten by Zhuang Shao!

Zhuang Shao's lips touched, and he snorted in anger. He leaned over and clipped his hands behind him, pressing his hips and legs up at the same time.

"Believe it or not, I will destroy you." Zhuang's strength is also great, just like certain parts, not as ordinary as it seems.

Meng Ye was pressed so hard that he couldn't move, his legs were spread apart, his lower abdomen was pressed against the bed, and his knees rubbed the sheets into a mess like a rag.

"Mom—" he shouted with a smile, "Mom, help! Zhuang Shao is going to kill me!"

Zhuang Shao hurriedly covered his mouth: "Don't shout."

"I'll call! Mom!"

The next second, Zhuang Shao's thumb and index finger poked into the soft mouth. Tasting the slight astringency on the skin, Meng Ye froze for two seconds before shrinking his head. Zhuang Shao also hurriedly withdrew his hands, but his fingers were still covered with Meng Ye's saliva.

"you"

The two said in unison, Meng Ye was annoyed, and Zhuang Shao was confused! Meng Ye decided that Zhuang Shao was doing it on purpose, turned around and kicked with his hands and feet without giving Zhuang Shao a chance to wipe his hands.

I felt something semi-hard on my toes, and it was too late to take back my strength.

"Fuck..." A white light flashed in front of Zhuang Shao's eyes, and he almost thought he was going to bid farewell to this beautiful world.

In the severe pain, he bent down and gasped for breath. Meng Ye found that his hand was too heavy, so he got up and asked what's the matter, what's the matter, it's okay, it's okay.

"It's okay, your uncle!" His neck was sore, and he was gnashing his teeth, "If you want to kill me, just say it."

I was bitten by a bug last night, and was kicked by someone today, and it hurts the hell out of iron. Meng Ye apologized repeatedly, but Zhuang Shao turned his back for a long time and couldn't recover, so he was always embarrassed.

"What a big deal..."

"Try it for you." Zhuang Shao glared at him, "I said why you are so vicious, what good would it do for you to abolish me? Would you be happy if you made me a eunuch for the rest of your life?"

"I'm responsible for the big deal!"

"My uncle!" Zhuang Shao can't wait to bite him, thinking that you are responsible, can you be responsible? It's about our sex! You kid fooled me from Yanling to come here, just to get rid of me, and be the one above, right!

Meng Ye was trained to be shy, sitting cross-legged on the bed, feeling bored, and tugging at the pair of socks beside him.

"By the way, how did you remember to buy it?"

"See for yourself." Zhuang Shao was not angry, but he still added, "It has your name in pinyin."

"real or fake."

Not to mention, the quality of the things Zhuang Shao buys is good. These socks look unremarkable, but they are quite comfortable to touch. And these socks are too long, they can reach the middle of the calf, are they considered standard sports socks? It might be trendy to wear with shorts.

After reading it over and over, Meng Ye almost didn't notice that there were M embroidered on each side of his ankle. Is this a spelling? He wanted to laugh but couldn't hold back, and secretly cursed an idiot.

Zhuang Shao heard this and turned to stare at him.

"Zhuang Shao, you are stupid when you read, does this M refer to size, what is my name..."

"Who the hell is this idiot? These socks are one size fits all!"

"You're right, you're right." Meng Ye coaxed him to be happy, "I'll try it first, it doesn't matter if it's a size M or one, as long as it's comfortable to wear."

At home he has been wearing a hurdle vest and sports shorts, barefoot and slippers. He got out of bed and found a pair of scissors. He began to cut labels and glue lines. Every time he cut a little, he handed it to Zhuang Shao. Zhuang Shao sat next to him and acted as a human-shaped trash can.

"You hurry up."

"What's the hurry, if you cut it, you will pay?"

Co-authoring, not only do I have to give it to you, but I also have to guarantee it unconditionally? What the hell am I a jerk. When he was done, Zhuang Shao threw it down with a face, and when he was done throwing it, he saw him putting his socks on his feet.

"...It's quite comfortable."

Meng Ye's skeleton had grown long ago, but his grandma's bed was not big enough. Sitting on the bed made him look like a giant chocolate doll.

His hair was stunned, and the red tide caused by the fight just now had not completely subsided, and the hurdle vest on his body was exposed at some point. Moreover, he stepped on the bed with one leg bent, the other leg straight and flat, and his posture was large. The sports shorts on the lower body were too loose, and the good spring inside was full.

Zhuang Shao's throat was dry, and he avoided his eyes unconsciously: "Why are you wearing socks so erotically."

"Ah?" Meng Ye was stunned, and looked down at his right foot, which he had just put on, his naked left foot, his thighs that were tanned into two halves, and his tight and sturdy calves. There was nothing pornographic. So he picked up a pillow and hit him: "Don't put some yellow waste in your head!"

Zhuang Shao caught it and sighed helplessly. Don't want to be crooked? The person I like sits in front of me scratching their heads and making poses (?), so I don't need to think about it? Besides, if you can't be tempted to see this kind of picture, then you are a goddamn monk.

Wrong, if I had seen Meng Ye's private side like myself, the specific, frank, cute, pure and seductive side, the monks would be fucking vulgar.

It would be great if could take off his clothes with own hands one day, even if didn't do anything, would just take it off first, it would be more than enough.

Zhuang Shao slapped himself twice in his heart, scolded himself for being a disciple, forced himself to calm down and asked, "Did you run today?"

Meng Ye bent his legs and sat in front of him: "No."

Zhuang Shao stretched out his hands to hold both ankles and moved aside, signaling him to make room for himself. Meng Ye, whose ankle was touched, felt numb in his mouth. He bent down, touched his nose, moved his butt, and changed his sitting position to lie down with his arms on his face.

"Why didn't you make a sound?" Zhuang Shao patted him on the back, "Are you going at night?"

He murmured: "I'm not afraid of cutting off my sons and grandchildren."

"Zhen Duan Zi Jue Sun was also kicked by you." Zhuang Shao still felt the pain there, and looked at the thin spine at the back of his neck and made a rule, "You are forbidden to move your feet casually in the future, especially to greet me."

"It was said that I didn't do it on purpose, so why stop it..."

Zhuang Shao pinched his waist. Meng Ye flicked away like he was screwed to the puppet switch, turned his head and stared at him, "Why?"

"Let you have a long memory."

Meng Ye kicked his waist sideways. After kicking him, he remembered that he had just said that he would not allow kicking. Guiltily, he wanted to withdraw his leg, but Zhuang Shao caught his foot.

"... let go."

Instead of holding the ankle like before, this time Zhuang Shao was in a hurry and held the sole of his foot. He wanted to pull it back, but that hand gripped even tighter, pressing the pads of his fingers on the soles of his feet through the sock. Pressing it made him feel uncomfortable. The numbness all over his body broke out, and his lower abdomen was so soft that it collapsed.

"Itchy idiot... let me go..."

"Do you still dare?"

Meng Ye was anxious, annoyed, and embarrassed, but the door of his life was still in the palm of the opponent's hand, and he was so panicked that he couldn't put on his wings and fly out: "You, you let me go!"

As a result, the tone of voice was not right, and the rustling was very hollow, and it was like an aphrodisiac in Zhuang Shao's ears. Zhuang Shao asked in a hoarse voice, "Why are you like a dragonfly, when I touch it, it trembles?"

"You're itchy too, idiot." His voice became weak, Zhuang Shao stared at him, and asked, "Isn't it only the waist that is itchy? Why is there something wrong with the feet."

"Then the fuck, the fuck's different."

It is indeed different, one is a physical itch, the other is a psychological itch, and the latter is even more deadly. Meng Ye's face turned red, his feet were in Zhuang Shao's hands, his socks were a bit rough, and every inch of his skin was numb. He wanted to step on something, knead something, or...or another way of thinking. , who will bite, who will...

No, no, no, don't think about it any more!

"You let go!"

"Don't let it go."

"I fought with you!"

He stretched his legs straight, aiming at Zhuang Shao's chest and kicking hard, but Zhuang Shao is not a vegetarian, so he had already guarded against him. Zhuang Shao opened his bows left and right to hold the thinnest parts of his ankles, Shi Qiaojin restrained him, and then dragged him slightly roughly into his arms—

One sock was torn off.

Meng Ye was dragged to him by Zhuang Shao's ankles, his legs were raised high, his knees were slightly bent, his waist was basically hanging in the air, and he was hanging on Zhuang Shao's body.

Zhuang Shao gasped, brought his two calves together, held his left hand tightly in his arms, and freed his right hand to pinch his waist. As a result, the pinch was like dripping water, and the lower back was sweaty, hot and wet.

"Do you still dare?" Zhuang Shao asked again, and he had to pinch hard.

Meng Ye's whole body was blushing as if he had been in a sauna, his feet helplessly stepped on his shoulders, his toes touched his earlobes, and his whole body was in a mess.

For a few seconds he didn't speak, and the room was only panting after play. After a few seconds, he turned his face to the side and kicked his shoulder hard: "...you fucking let me go and make me angry again."

The action is fierce, but the voice is a little trembling.

Zhuang Shao woke up from a dream and released his hand instantly. Meng Ye retracted his legs and rolled over to the position closest to the wall, lying there sulking without saying a word.

Zhuang Shao looked down at his hands, at the shoulders and chest he had stepped on, and at the sock he had taken off beside him. His heart was beating so fast that it almost jumped out of his throat.

"I..." He wanted to explain, but he almost didn't recognize his own voice as soon as he opened his mouth, his throat was so tight that it sounded like a cello in disrepair, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to."

He couldn't figure out where he was wrong, but somehow he felt that he was going too far, that he was going too far, and Meng Ye really had reason to be unhappy.

"I really didn't mean to."

I've never thought about doing anything without your consent, I just went too far, trust me, I'm not that kind of bastard. There were so many things I wanted to say, all of which caused him to toss and turn, made him sick, and made him more calm than ever before.

Meng Ye was also not calm. His face was hot against the sheets, his forehead was sweaty, and his palms and backs were all sweaty.

Zhuang Shao whispered, "I won't do this anymore, don't be angry with me."

Meng Ye still pressed his face tightly, not revealing a single syllable. It seems that Zhuang Shaozhen said that he will not play like this anymore, and his heart is empty again, worried that something will be missing in the future.

Seeing that he didn't make a sound, Zhuang Shao had to stand up grandly, his hands were not hands, his feet were not feet, and his palms were wiping sweat on his thighs.

The room was strangely quiet and hot.

"I'm going out for a walk, I won't run with you tonight."

Zhuang Shao decided to disappear on his own, stopped at the door and looked back at the bed.A certain Meng huddled in the corner, one foot was bare, the other was wearing the socks he bought, and the sports shorts were rolled up to the bottom of the thigh. For some reason, he looked a little pitiful.

Zhuang Shao's chest was soft, his heart swayed, and he said in a low voice, "Come back and bring you popsicles to eat."

Meng Ye scolded hoarsely, "Go away."

The door opened and closed, and the room returned to silence.

Meng Ye sat up, his back slumped, his back against the wall, and he didn't say a word for a long time.I couldn't say it at first, who to talk to, what to say?There was nothing.But how could he, how could he be like this... so chaotic.

Zhuang Shao: Troubled?For what else, you're fucking in love!

Meng Ye: What river?

Zhuang Shao: Love the river!

Meng Ye: Is Lao Tzu going to drown v

Zhuang Shao: That's the river of love, the river of love!

Meng Ye: If you don't listen, don't listen to Wang Ba's chanting scriptures