MTL - The Paranoid Protagonist is Addicted To My Stickers-Chapter 99 do it yourself

Yan Ci's breathing was a little unsteady, and he hugged the young man tightly, as if he wanted to hold the ten years he had missed in the middle together in his arms.

…If he turns his head back then, just take a look, just take a look.

Maybe after that, not so much will happen.

His rice cake dumplings will not suffer so much.

Xia Zhinian could almost feel the beating heartbeat of the other party along the chests next to each other.

Hasty, stagnant, with remorse and sadness that make people feel soft.

Yan Ci is really a person who rarely regrets, but since the two of them met, this emotion has appeared on him more than once.

Xia Zhinian didn't know if this was a good thing or a bad thing.

Just a little distressed.

More than ten years of mishaps, Yan Ci was so young at that time, his mother was up and down, sometimes gentle and sometimes beating and scolding, the picture book was torn, the toys were smashed, and the little doll bear he liked was also torn and thrown away. Into the dirty trash can.

He was so small, and he did nothing wrong.

The boy hugged him tightly, with his chin resting on his shoulders, Xia Zhinian couldn't see the expression on his face, but the tightly wrapped arms around his waist showed the boy's restlessness.

Xia Zhinian tried her best to turn her head, kissed his chin, then kissed his neck, and kissed him as quickly as possible.

Soft and itchy.

"elder brother."

He said slowly: "Don't be sad, everything is better now."

"If you're sad, how about I kiss you more?"

He turned his head and kissed Yan Ci's earlobe again.

The color is cold and white, like cold jade, but it's soft when kissed...it's quite easy to kiss.

No wonder Yan Ci always loves to kiss his earlobe.

Xia Zhinian was thinking messily in his head, pecking and kissing again and again, softly comforting.

"Brother, look, you didn't look back at me under the tree when you were five years old, but after I came back, you stared at me every day. It's a different kind of fate, isn't it?"

Yan Ci thought silently—

But he stared at the young man closely, because the young man didn't want to occupy the body after suffering so much, and wanted to go back.

And that training is due to him.

The boy's breath was loose, soft and warm, sweeping away waves of itches.

Yan Ci slowed down for a while, the temperature on the side of his neck rose a little, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

It is not advisable to immerse yourself in the past. He knew that the rice cake dumpling was worried about him, so he straightened up a little and touched his head.

"It won't happen again, baby boy, I'll put you under my nose."

Xia Zhinian: "..."

Well, anyway, it was the same before, no difference.

Xia Zhinian smiled, nodded, "Okay."

Xia Wenhan was still looking for news outside, but he didn't bring many people with him when he came.

From his point of view, he came to investigate the traffickers, and Yan Ci came here to investigate the kidnappers and murderers, and Yan Ci must have brought more people.

But Xia Wenhan was sullen in his heart, asked Yan Ci for someone, and went out to trouble those kidnappers.

Yan Ci sits at the back of the town and makes overall arrangements. He originally stayed on the second floor of the bar, but when Xia Zhinian came, he was worried that if the bar was not safe enough, there would be another accident.

So I took the boy to the hotel and controlled it remotely.

This matter was wiped out by the Yan family back then, but now that someone caught it, the black cloth covering it was torn open, and the investigation continued, making rapid progress.

Xia Zhinian came all the way by plane empty-handed, took a shower, changed into the clothes that Yan Cixin had prepared, sat at the table with his chin propped up, and watched Yan Ci deal with things idly.

Yan Ci didn't really want him to read those materials, so as not to recall any bad memories, he patted his head, picked up the boy, put him on his lap, and turned his back to the table.

"Hey, don't look at it, let's play with your phone for a while."

Xia Zhinian: "..."

He's not that fragile.

Xia Zhiqing sighed young, didn't look at it any more, took out his phone and played for a while.

But soon he discovered that Yan Ci's attention to him was a bit too much.

He drank water, Yan Ci stared at him, hugged him with one hand, poured warm water, fed it directly, and put the cup back on the table.

He ate snacks, and Yan Ci didn't mind potato chips falling on his body, so he handed him one by one.

Even when he went to the bathroom, Yan Ci wanted to follow him in and help him up.

Xia Zhinian: "..."

Xia Zhinian was a little overwhelmed.

He stood at the bathroom door and took a deep breath.

It was just getting dark outside, and the room was brightly lit, with layers of warm light shining on the slender boy at the door.

The shadow fell, but it was a little lonely.

The lights from all directions pressed Yan Ci's shadow into a small ball, like compressed and gathered thoughts, restrained hostile minions, and gathered together heavily.

Xia Zhinian pursed her lips, her almond eyes were round, her amber pupils were clear, she suddenly stepped forward and bit the boy's lips on tiptoe.

The back waist was clasped by the arm, supporting him, the boy grabbed the boy's clothes, bit his lips delicately, licked and rubbed them messily.

The air became thicker and warmer, Xia Zhinian made himself panting, his ears felt a little hot, his almond eyes stared straight at the gentle boy, and he said crisply—

"Yanci, brother, let's do it."

"...??"

Yan Ci paused for a moment, his black eyes drooped, looking at the soft rice cake dumpling in his arms, "Do it?"

Xia Zhinian nodded.

It's not good to be emotionally suffocated. Since the black sesame glutinous rice **** don't talk about it, it can only be done.

The boy's ears were red and hot, and his almond eyes were round and firm. Holding back his shame, he kissed the corner of his lips lightly, "Well, I miss you, I want to do it."

Yan Ci's eyes were thick with ink, and after staring at him for a while, the tip of his heart softened, as if a warm current was flowing through, and he sprinkled a lot of sugar, which was sweet and soft.

He nods.

"it is good."

Xia Zhinian's ears were bright red, shiny and smooth, her fingertips curled up slightly, and she closed her eyes.

The body was hugged and shook twice, and the whole body sank into the soft bed, with a little weight pressed down.

The delicate kiss fell on the forehead, the center of the brow, the end of the eye, and slipped to the corner of the lips bit by bit.

Slow and dense.

The boy with a clear face doesn't seem to be kissing his lover.

— Like kissing a piece of porcelain.

It is quite different from the previous posture of skinning, tearing apart, and devouring.

Xia Zhinian... Xia Zhinian really likes this rhythm, but...he intended to make Yan's farewell so tense, but it turned out to be slow...

The young man's ears were red, and the crimson color climbed all the way to the tips of his ears. He was hot and hot, and his heart was beating wildly in his chest, as if it was about to jump out violently. He licked his lower lip and said silently three times in his heart—

I'm not old color.batch, I'm not old color.batch, I'm not old color.batch! Ah ah ah ah ah!

Yan Ci was kissing his chin, the young man's fingertips trembled slightly, he raised his head slightly, and kissed his lips passionately and childishly.

The small and bright red tongue brushed past, and the lips were crimson and gorgeous, with a hot breath, stirring up a raging flame.

Yan Ci's breathing was uncontrollably heavy.

But he is still patient, careful and slow kiss.

The young man's eyelashes trembled, and his amber pupils shone with light, like spring water in April, soft and hazy, suffused with damp mist.

"elder brother…"

Xia Zhi called him in a young voice, her heart was beating fast and thumping, her voice was soft and soft, holding back her shame, "As I said, you can... be a little more reckless, it doesn't matter."

Xia Zhinian's ears were red, and his whole body was hot, so he didn't dare to look at him.

A low laugh came from his ears, and he raised his eyes slightly, surprised for a moment.

Finally laughed!

The palms on the side of his waist tightened, his head suddenly became dizzy, the world turned upside down, he was in a trance for a moment, and his whole body had already turned around.

Yan Ci's voice was soft, kind, and very understanding, "I dare not be presumptuous, my boy, if you want to be presumptuous, do it yourself."

Xia Zhinian: "...??"

Come by yourself?

what does it mean?

Xia Zhi

Nian blankly opened his eyes wide, round almond eyes, and looked down—

The slender and clean boy has a disheveled collar, revealing a cold jade-like neck, and the slender scars on the side are red, like the only embellishment in the cold white, and the color is compelling.

Ruyu's face is clear and handsome, the eyes are full of color, and the lips are red, and the whole person reveals the ultimate impact of elegance and coquettishness, contradictory and harmonious.

Very attractive. People.

Xia Zhinian's ears became more red, her small Adam's apple twitched, her eyelashes fluttered like crow feathers, her mouth became dry and her heart beat faster.

…If you come by yourself, you will come by yourself.

Oh, he, he can!

Anyway, black sesame glutinous rice **** are in fanfiction...it is the protagonist Shou, maybe, maybe it can be.

Xia Zhinian's face was flushed, and she leaned over to kiss his neck, rubbed her lips against the long, thin, red scar, then opened her teeth and bit it.

Hands grabbed Yan Ci's clothes messily.

"Patter."

The wrist was suddenly held.

Yan Ci raised his eyebrows, looked at him with unclear meaning, and said in a gentle and slow tone, "Baby, what are you doing?"

Xia Zhinian blinked, licked her red lips, "I'm... I'll do it myself."

Yan Ci: "...?"

The young man was tense and eager to try, looking at him recklessly and boldly.

Yan Ci's eyes were meaningful, and for a moment, he laughed a few times.

"??!"

Xia Zhinian blushed from his smile, bared her small white teeth ferociously, "Why are you laughing!"

The back of the neck was held, and there was a strong force, and the whole body instantly lost its balance and tilted down.

The voice in the ears was hoarse, rustling through the ears, rubbing against the apex of the heart, and said with a smile—

"Hey boy, why, you want to **** me?"

(Hello review, here is really just a dirty word, I didn’t do anything, thank you!!)

The scorching breath swept over the pinnae, Xia Zhinian was connected to the chest, half of his body was completely paralyzed, he shivered, his earlobe was red as if dripping blood.

"You let me...you let me come by myself." He murmured softly.

"obedient."

Yan Ci chuckled, and said softly, "You are... quite ambitious."

Xia Zhinian's ears were hot, and his whole body was scalding. Before he could recover, the restraints on his whole body were released.

Yan Ci's voice was slightly hoarse, "Good boy, don't you want to be presumptuous? Come on, be presumptuous yourself."

Xia Zhinian: "...?!"

Aww.

"I, I don't..." The young man was trembling, blinking, his eyes wandering, "It's, it's you, you should be presumptuous."

Yan Ci smiled lightly, and rubbed the back of his neck comfortingly, "My dear boy, I don't dare to be presumptuous, come here."

Xia Zhinian: "!!"

Ah ah ah ah ah!

The boy gritted his teeth and struggled to run away, "Forget it, forget it, I want, I want to sleep... I'm going to sleep."

"I can't sleep now."

Yan Ci sighed softly, as if feeling sorry for the boy, he pulled the boy into his arms.

Xia Zhinian: "..."

In the middle of the night, Xia Zhinian's calf suddenly felt a sharp throbbing pain, his tendons were pulled, he couldn't help but arched up, hugged his legs and curled up into a small ball, and groaned in pain.

"It hurts, it hurts, woo hoo leg, it hurts so much."

Yan Ci heard the sound, lowered his eyes to look, and lightly pressed his calf, in exchange for the young man's pitiful inhalation and exhalation.