Chapter 112: One hundred and twelve

There was silence in the bathroom, only the sound of "booming" water.
Qiu Yutong did not want to look at Lu Xiao, so he lowered his eyes slightly, the bathroom lights were dim and dim, but it was enough for him to see clearly what he looked like. This look of myself, this look of shamelessness ... It's almost embarrassing.
He pursed his lips, barely freeing his ankle from Lu Xiao's hand, and wanted to jump off the sink: "... I don't want it."
But his toes hadn't landed yet, Lu Xiao had already hugged him horizontally, and then strode out of the bathroom, throwing him the bed!
The old and soft single steel bed suddenly made a "squeaky" piercing sound. Qiu Yutong was stunned. He was lying on the bed in a daze, but he had not responded yet. Lower / body, with his hands on his left and right, held him firmly.
"let me go!"
Lu Xiao stared at him without a word.
"You, you ..." Qiu Yutong was angry and anxious, but he couldn't use Tianzhaoyunhai on the now "weak" Lu Xiao, and could only stare at the other with hate.
Lu Xiao lowered his eyes and looked down silently at the person under him. This person was lying on his shabby single bed, which was simply amazing. Because he just came out of the bathroom, his white skin was a little pink, and the dark and thick long divergence The pillow was full, and the wet eyes stared at him fiercely, even the long lashes with unspeakable wetness.
Staring like those beautiful eyes, Lu Xiao only felt that his throat was drying up, and the blood was almost burning illusion ... This person belongs to him.
He also knows that this man is shallow and vanity, but also naive and ignorant, just like a sports car, seeing something good on the road, and lying on the window, his eyes are bright and unabashed.
However, this is the kind of person who actually fell into such a situation. From the first glance, there is no resistance ... This person is like a swamp with a rotten sweet fragrance, and he stepped in willingly and never recovered.
He's so pretty, and so ... anyway, he looks like he's lying under him, has anyone seen it? He just said that he wanted osmanthus oil.
Therefore, he used osmanthus oil with others before ... Lu Xiao clenched his teeth involuntarily, he felt that he couldn't think about it anymore, he had the urge to kill.
However, with this pair of skins, how could this person be alone, living in this grotesque big city, and want to follow himself?
Lu Xiao looked down at the person under him, only to feel that his chest was sore to the extreme, and it was extremely difficult to suffer, as if there was a cluster of poisonous hot flames, burning his apex fiercely, making him almost unable to maintain reason.
He held back for a while and asked in a low voice: "Have you ... been deceived by someone? Don't be greedy for those things, those things that I will have in the future, I will give you."
"What are you talking about?" Qiu Yutong blinked doubtfully. What did the wicked say? What was deceived? What do you want?
The two stared at each other in silence for a long time. Suddenly, as if a lightning flashed across their heads, Qiu Yutong finally reacted violently. What did Lu Xiao mean?
He glared at the sky in disbelief, almost smirking.
Deceived? Does this wicked think that he is so easy to be fooled by others ... doing this kind of thing?