Dressed as the villain's natal true love

Chapter 41 Xiaoer...

He clearly knew that this person could not be Xiao'er, and it was only [-]:[-] at the moment, and Xiao'er's English test was not halfway through yet.

I don't know if it's his illusion, but since he appeared, the other party's gaze has been falling on his side vaguely, as if they were seducing intentionally or unintentionally.

Knowing that Xiao'er can't dance this kind of dance at all...

Xie Changshu's scalp was numb, and for a while, he felt a fire rising from his chest, part of it was good and part of it was down, he felt that he was hot from the beginning to the end.

Knowing that he can't appear here...

Xie Changshu clenched the railing tightly and stretched his neck slightly, as if he wanted to get closer and see more clearly.

Knowing that it is impossible for Xiaoer to look at herself with that kind of eyes...

He made sure that the other party skipped over all the crazy audiences in the audience, stepped over the hands that were trying to stain his ankles, and looked at him back and forth, his lips parted, and his mouth shape seemed to be calling "brother".

Xie Changshu let out a soft sound from his throat: "Xiao'er."

As if responding, the lips parted and called "Brother".

The stage host announced that the dance was temporarily over, and asked the people on the stage to choose the guests standing under their stage as service objects.

Xie Changshu was in a daze.

Yushan: "Have you taken a fancy to that little boy down there?"

Xie Changshu: "Who is he?"

Yushan: "You can only ask him himself, I'm afraid even the manager doesn't know his name."

"How to ask?"

"Chosen by him. It's a pity that you are not under his stage, and he can't spot you."

Before Xie Changshu could speak, Yushan's expression changed slightly, he looked at Xie Changshu with admiration, and said, "You are much more attractive than me."

Xie Changshu followed his gaze and turned around, only to see the boy raise his hand and point at him precisely.

In the dark room, Xie Changshu rubbed his temples, looked around for the light switch, but gave up when he couldn't find it.

He said to the young boy beside him who was pouring wine, "I'm not standing in your audience, and I don't have any money."

From the moment he entered this room, he smelled a familiar fragrance, like the smell of Xiao'er's shower gel at home.

The boy's lips under the mask were very red, as if they were covered with grease, and he just shook his head slightly, not caring.

Xie Changshu asked, "Can I take off the mask?"

As he spoke, he raised his hand and was about to tear off his mask, but the boy held his hand down.

The boy shook his head.

His hands were hot and uncomfortable against his body.

Xie Changshu quickly let go.

"what's your name?"

The boy shook his head.

"Why are you wearing this kind of clothes?"

"You can't talk?"

Xie Changshu was the only voice in the room.

At this time, the boy pushed the tablet in front of Xie Changshu, with large characters written on it: Sorry, the vocal cord was injured in an accident.

Xie Changshu thought about it, grabbed the other left hand and looked at it, it was white and clean.

His shoulders slackened, and he asked doubtfully, "Did you not speak on stage?"

Boy: "I want to say it, but I can't."

He pushed a glass of red wine in front of Xie Changshu and wrote: I'm sorry.

Xie Changshu stood up, shook his head and said, "It's okay, I have something to do in the afternoon, so I'll leave first."

Boy: Don't leave, I have service time and price, if you do, I will;

The boy kept his eyes on what he hadn't finished writing, and he was very afraid that Xie Changshu would leave early.

Xie Changshu sat down, the big fire that had been ignited before was gradually reduced after confirming the strangeness of the boy, and the remaining flames were due to the faintly familiar smell in the air.

It was only after he relaxed that his mouth felt parched, so he picked up his glass and took a sip.

He was stunned by this mouthful.

It turned out to be his favorite La Mengdo, with a mellow taste and sweetness in the throat.He doesn't drink well, but in the past, his father would take a bottle every year during Chinese New Year.

Didn't expect this place to exist.

The air is silent, one is a bit unwilling to speak, and the other is unable to speak.

Xie Changshu looked at the time, it was still early.

He still remembered what he promised Xiao'er before leaving, and set an alarm clock for himself.

Boy writing: brother, don't we do something?

Xie Changshu: "?"

Boy: I can massage.

Xie Changshu: "Thank you, there's no rush."

The boy checked Xie Changshu's status and poured him a drink. When Xie Changshu drank, he wrote: You can't drink too much.

Xie Changshu was only three percent drunk at first, but Shengsheng made himself seventy percent drunk.

When he looked at the words written by the boy on the tablet, he felt that each word was blurred and stacked on top of each other, and he couldn't recognize it for a long time.

Xie Changshu said, "I'll be fine after a night of sleep."

The boy took away the remaining half bottle and refused to let him drink it.

He wrote: You are too drunk and I will be punished.

Xie Changshu couldn't understand.

Seeing that Xie Changshu was going to sleep, the boy helped him to the bed.

He was about to get up, but Xie Changshu grabbed his hand. The boy yelled in fright, and hurriedly covered his mouth.

Xie Changshu: "I want... hangover tea... alarm clock... hangover tea..."

The boy looked at Xie Changshu with a puzzled expression on his face. It was supposed to be a five-point drunk, but he seemed to have failed, and he wondered if the bonus would be deducted.

Xie Changshu frowned and covered his stomach, and said in distress, "Give me sober tea."

The boy said, "Let me press it for you first."

He just put his hand on it, but Xie Changshu turned around and avoided it.

"pain."

He had to leave.

Xie Changshu lay on the bed like a salted fish, snoring, "Stomach hurts..."

As soon as the voice fell, a pair of warm big hands gently caressed Xie Changshu's stomach and rubbed it gently.

The effect was immediate, and Xie Changshu's brows were immediately relieved.

Those hands moved and massaged Xie Changshu's body, making Xie Changshu groaning in comfort.

His chest was itchy, and when he realized that someone was unbuttoning his shirt, Xie Changshu blocked it, with an unhappy face, "Don't touch me."

"Brother, it's hard to press while wearing clothes," Xie Changshu's belt was undone with a click while talking, "It's also uncomfortable to sleep." The boy's voice was extremely gentle, soft and addictive.

Xie Changshu slowly opened his eyes, trying to open his eyes to see the person in front of him clearly. After looking for a long time, he couldn't see the face. He only knew that the other person was wearing a black snake mask, which made his complexion fairer and his lips redder. , There seems to be a trace of evil in the grin.

The long eyelashes protrude from the mask, and the eyes are obsidian, and there is only oneself in it.

Xie Changshu was startled, and thought: This is the goblin...

The boy called him bewitchingly: "Brother..."

Xie Changshu let go of his hand protecting his clothes, and was so bewitched that he gave up resistance.

The boy sat on the edge of the bed, looked at the person on the bed with his lips curled up, a smile stained his eyes, touched Xie Changshu's face with one hand, and stroked his cheek not covered by the mask with his thumb, softly, "You are so good."

The hand slipped from the corner of Xie Changshu's mouth, passed through the jaw, slid up the neck, and landed on the shoulder blade.

Xie Changshu half-closed his eyes in fascination.

That hand gently uncovered Xie Changshu's collar, and all the way down, the buttons were unbuttoned one by one, unimpeded.

After all the buttons were unbuttoned, the clothes were opened to both sides, exposing Xie Changshu's abdomen with six-pack abs. The boy's breathing became extremely messy, and his hands suddenly closed into fists, crumpling Xie Changshu's shirt.

The boy's eyes were filled with obsession, bloodshot eyes appeared, and the madness gradually rose, and the corners of his mouth were raised higher, revealing gradually the wolf teeth.

Those hands trembled and opened, covering Xie Changshu's shoulders and neck with precious weight, controlling Xie Changshu's favorite strength, taking care of everything on his body, relaxing his muscles and bones, and being a conscientious masseur.

When he touched his neck, Xie Changshu stretched his neck obediently in front of him.

The boy licked his fangs, looked deeply at the fair and delicate skin, and the red in his eyes deepened.

A hand slid down the neck unconsciously, pinching the hip-bone.

Xie Changshu opened his misty eyes, and the drunken blush spread out from his cheeks, and a thick red mist gathered at the end of his eyes.

His shirt was half unbuttoned and wrinkled, his belt was untied, his trousers were baggy...

He hummed a numb tune in his mouth.

It made people almost go crazy when they saw it, and their pulse spurted when they heard it, but the master didn't notice it, and smiled innocently, thinking that this person served him so comfortably today, and he wanted to see that face.

Xie Changshu raised his hand to put on the boy's mask, as if he wanted to take it off, but was robbed halfway by the latter, and said in a trembling voice, "Hey, no one is allowed to take off the mask today."

Xie Changshu paused, his gaze shifted from the mask to the boy's eyes, and his hand was still stretched out towards him.

The boy relaxed his strength, and half-supported and half-supported Xie Changshu's hand to cover his own face when he got up early.

Xie Changshu's hand touched the boy's mask, but his thumb went in along the eyes of the snake-shaped mask, gently feeling the boy's long and flexible eyelashes, and then they slid down on his eyelids, his expression gradually softened, and said: "Your eyes... so beautiful."

The boy held Xie Changshu's hand, lowered his body and got closer to Xie Changshu, "Does that brother like it?"

Xie Changshu looked at the eyes that were close at hand, covered with mist, and said: "I have always liked it."

The boy pressed closer, and it seemed that the tip of their noses could be touched by a tiny bit. He asked, "Do you want it?"

Xie Changshu looked at the pair of eyes seriously, his hand gradually slid down, his four fingers landed on the boy's neck, his thumb continued to gently rub the boy's earlobe, his voice was extremely hoarse, "Yes. Will you give it to me?"

The boy pressed down, and the tips of their noses exposed under the mask finally touched each other. The boy closed his eyes and said deeply, "It's always been yours."

Xie Changshu stopped his thumb movements, moved his head slightly upwards, and the two hugged with their noses crossed. Xie Changshu seemed to like this kind of intimacy very much, and grinned.

"Xiao'er..." he called out in a breathless voice.

The boy's hand was still on Xie Changshu's hip, when he heard Xie Changshu's voice, he suddenly lost control, causing Xie Changshu to groan in pain.

The boy gritted his teeth to stop the trembling of his jaw. He rubbed against the tip of Xie Changshu's nose, moved up slowly, and pressed his lips firmly on Xie Changshu's forehead.

"Brother, shout again." He said in Xie Changshu's ear.

Xie Changshu raised his misty eyes and looked deeply at the boy. His eyelashes kept brushing to the tip of the boy's nose. His gaze wandered over the other's face, and from time to time fell on that sexy lip.

Xie Changshu raised his chin a little higher, tentatively raised his neck, touched the boy's nose with the tip of his lips, nodded and left, like a naughty bait, when he returned, he saw the boy just staring at him blankly, He continued to move forward, and when his lips were about to touch, his bright red lips hooked lightly, hooking him like a fox, calling him, "Xiao'er."

"elder brother."

The boy grabbed the back of Xie Changshu's head with his palm, his expression was extremely fierce, his mouth was extremely gentle, and he kept murmuring: "Brother, brother, call me again."

His request is so unreasonable, he seals the mouth of the person himself, so lingering that he doesn't leave even the slightest gap for others, and he can only breathe through his mouth, but he still wants people to speak...

Xie Changshu felt warm drops of water flow on his face, and he tasted the salty taste in the mouth of the other person who seemed to be hungry and thirsty for decades.

He didn't know why the other party was crying, but when he saw the other party like this, his heart convulsed uncontrollably, and his eyes blurred.

So he put his arms around the opponent's neck and hugged him tightly.

The boy let go of his lips, Xie Changshu gasped, and that seductive neck was once again exposed in front of the boy.

He lowered his head and bit it, as fierce as a raging beast, gently holding the rose that belonged to him.

The author says:

I don’t know how long I can live. If there are more revealing comments, you can stay in other chapters (scratching your head) and try to reduce the sense of existence