Chapter 87

The marshmallow, which was bitten by Azai, didn't have the chance to endure the second bite. It was taken home by Fu Qianyuan and sealed it with a dog paw candle, which became a unique little love between the two.

After that, it rained a lot, and it didn't clear up even after seven or eight days.

It was still rainy.

At three o'clock in the morning, Fu Tong woke up from his dream. His pajamas were almost soaked in cold sweat. He raised his hand and wanted to pull a few tissues from the side to wipe it. He sucked it several times in a row but didn't pull it out, but he realized that his hand was actually

It was trembling violently.

"boom--"

There was a thunder outside the window, and the sky was as bright as daylight, and even the dark blackout curtains could not be blocked.

Fu Tong's pupils shrank by the sudden strong light. Before he could react, the next second, his eyes darkened, and then he felt like he was being brought into a warm embrace.

Fu Qianyuan covered Azai's eyes with one hand to block the light, hugged him with the other hand, and asked softly: "Have you had a nightmare again?"

Fu Tong was nestled in his arms and nodded tiredly.

From the first time I dreamed of the careful sword that Fu Qianyuan gave him, Fu Tong often had such dreams. In the dream, he was always on the way to look for Fu Qianyuan next to Longmianjian, and always before he found it.

When I met the warmth, surprise, dependence, and experience it one by one, and finally, in the latter's half-sarcastic and half-indifferent eyes, I suddenly saw death.

Different ways, the same heart-killing.

This time, after receiving a very gentle embrace from Fu Qianyuan, he was cut out his heart with a knife and crushed it into blood, and died in extreme reluctance and hatred.

Even if Fu Tong was used to this kind of death routine in his dreams, he could not stand it for a while.

"It's so annoying." Fu Azai turned around and buried his face in Fu Qianyuan's arms. His voice was dull, as if he was complaining or acting cute. "This kind of dream is too unlucky, but he even came once a day like a TV series.

I know when I can stop, I'm not happy."

After saying that, he turned over and said, "There are more, I dreamed that I sweat a lot and felt very uncomfortable. I want to take a shower."

The topic changed quickly, but the parents could fully react.

"No." Fu Qianyuan vetoed, "It is easy to catch a cold when taking a bath in the early morning, and your instinct cycle has not passed yet. If you take a bath too many times... it is not good."

Hot water can stimulate desire and is simply fatal in the instinct cycle.

Fu Azai's face turned red: "Cough."

"Do you still need to wash it now?"

"Actually, I'm much more stable now, so I can actually...not be able to wash it."

The last four words were added after seeing the sudden sinking expression of the parents.

Fu Azai bargained aggrievedly: "Okay, if you can't wash it, you can't wash it. Then it's always OK to wipe it with a towel, right? It's really uncomfortable."

After saying that, his eyes were wet and looked at the person in front of him, and there was a big idea that if you don’t nod, I’d be making trouble.

Fu Qianyuan rubbed his head helplessly, and finally chose to compromise. He pulled Xia Liang quilt up and covered the little baby. He went out to the bathroom and adjusted the basin of warm water.

When he came back, Fu Azai's clothes had been taken off without a single piece, and Xia Liang's quilt was barely covered with his waist, and his upper body was completely visible.

Fu Qianyuan's Adam's apple moved unconsciously.

But the little fool on the bed didn't realize how uncontrollable he looked. When he saw Fu Qianyuan coming in, he tilted his head and smiled at him: "Muma!"

While talking, he was even more careful.

Fu Qianyuan didn't say anything, walked over and put the basin beside the bed, twisted a towel and wiped his face carefully.

Fu Azai patted his hand dissatisfiedly.

Fu Qianyuan continued to wipe.

Fu Azai continued to shoot.

After repeating it for about ten times, Fu Qianyuan sighed, half helpless and half indulging in Fu Azai's face: "Muma."

The expressionless Momoda is actually very strange, but in Fu Azai's eyes, he just feels that the contrast is cute no matter how you look at it.

Fu Azai smiled again. Because he was in a good mood, he was always very obedient afterwards. He raised his hand when he asked him to raise his hand, and turned over when he turned over, and cooperated very well.

Time goes by little by little.

When he rubbed his back, Fu Qianyuan's hand suddenly paused.

Fu Azai was a little confused: "What's wrong?"

Fu Qianyuan pursed his lips and his fingers passed by the green mark behind Fu Tong. His eyes suddenly sank where Azai couldn't see it, but his voice still eased as usual: "Zizai, watch it in a dream this time

Is there anything different about the person I arrived at... compared to before?"

"There seems no difference except that the technique makes people feel worse... Hum? Wait." Fu Azai suddenly raised his head, "I feel that his eyes seem to be much golden than before, and they are full of brilliance. Regardless of their behavior, they are actually

It looks pretty pretty."

Fu Qianyuan looked down at the mark under his finger. The golden light surrounded it was much more abundant than before. It was set against the drowsiness around it, and it felt a strange and eye-catching feeling.

He lowered his eyes and unconsciously stroked the mark with his fingers.

Fu Azai felt itchy and squinted his eyes and smiled: "Of course, the most beautiful person in my heart is you, you are the only one."

Azai's love story strategy has been achieved today.

Fu Qianyuan laughed in a low voice: "I'm the most beautiful in your heart?"

Fu Azai nodded firmly: "Yes!"

"Who looks better than Wen Lang?"

"you!"

"Where is Zhou Yanxiu?"

"you!"

"What about...Wen Rong?"

"Um……"

The little cub got stuck in an instant.

He knew that this question was actually a free score, and he could get it with just one call, but...

Brother Wen Rong, who is gentle and noble, is actually very beautiful.

Even compared to his sweetheart, he is not inferior at all.

So should I choose my brother or my lover?

In dilemma.

Multiple choice questions are the most annoying.

Fu Azai sucked his nose, thought for a while, and tentatively said: "...all of them are all good-looking?"

"Can you only choose one?"

"this……"

Fu Azai's fingers were unconsciously wrapped around each other, and the deepest part of his heart was extremely entangled. After being silent for almost half a minute, he quietly glanced at Fu Qianyuan and saw the latter looking at him.

The eyebrows and eyes are filled with a soft smile.

Kill with a smile.

Super good looking.

Fu Azai was instantly hit and there was no mood to choose what to choose. He made up his mind and successfully told the answer to the scores given to this question: "You!"

Anyway, Brother Wen Rong is not here now, at worst, I can praise him for his good looks next time I meet.

Very OK!

Fu Azai forced himself to calmly suppress his guilt towards Brother Wen Rong. After saying that, he was afraid that Fu Qianyuan would continue to ask, so he interrupted the words before him: "Come on, come on, continue, but... at such a good time, you

Are you really not going to do something with me?”

Don't think he didn't smell it. The smell of pine and mint on Fu Qianyuan's body almost covered the entire room.

Upon hearing this, Fu Qianyuan chuckled slowly, not denying it, but he didn't respond. He lowered his hands and warmed the cold towel and continued to wipe down. He was so serious that he deliberately walked around the private parts.

Alas.

What a hypocritical thing!

Fu Azai was very dissatisfied and continued to instigate: "You think about it. It's not good for your health. Besides, I'm almost done with it?"

Fu Azai didn't lie about this. His transitional adverse reactions were indeed much better than before. At least the pain was no longer so strong when touched, and he could maintain his human form for half a day.

So Fu Azai was very confident, raised his hand and pressed Fu Qianyuan's hand, and threw a wink kill at him in a swaying manner: "Come on, happy."

As soon as this sentence came out, Fu Qianyuan finally reacted. He held Azai's hand and rubbed it a few times, then pushed the basin aside and went back to bed.

Get it done!

Fu Azai's eyes lit up instantly. While giving Fu Qianyuan a seat, he quietly adjusted a position that he felt very tempting, intending to have a thorough and in-depth contact with the person in front of him.
To be continued...