Chapter 176: Poor little, to develop lines (17)

Song Chuanjin had just been in the car just a short while ago, and the phone rang before he got home.
He looked down at the name and couldn't help but bring a smile on his lips. He put the phone in his ear and smiled and asked over there, "What's wrong, A Qing? Thinking of me so soon?"
There was a nasal voice from the juvenile supporter, "Brother, why don't we break up?"
Song Chuanjin's expression dropped, and the phone squeezed suddenly, "Why?"
"That, that..."
He Qing's eyes were still red, and the tears in his face looked pitiful. He glanced pitifully at the handsome man standing by the bed, and his lips were even more aggrieved.
"Brother break up..."
The teenager glanced at the bamboo board in the man's hand like a thief, and asked with some doubt, "Brother, why don't you talk?"
Just confirmed the relationship with him. The first second was still a whisper of honey, and the next second he turned over and broke up.
Then, why didn't he speak?
Song Chuanjin's eyes were dark, making people unable to see through emotions.
His voice seemed to squeeze out of his throat, and asked He Qing, "Give me a reason."
reason?
The young man raised his eyes timidly, met Mingzhe's eyes, and suddenly withdrew his gaze as if frightened.
"The reason is...I don't like you, isn't it good to be a brother!"
Of course, this is his real idea.
And Yu Guang's eyes became firmer after seeing the bamboo board hanging down by a man.
We still need to kiss together, but we don’t need to be a brother.
The innocent boy who was raised innocently thought that his brother would certainly not mind, and then there was the dark voice of Song Chuanjin over there.
"You don't like me, who do you like?"
"brother?"
Listening to the boy's clear and pleasant voice, there was pure doubt, no pain and hesitation.
Song Chuanjin's heart seemed to be by a huge rock, and it sank to the bottom of the water.
He closed his phone and closed his eyes tiredly.
Still, isn't it?
He Qing took the phone off when he heard the voice over there and looked at Mingzhe timidly, "It's over."
As he said, his round eyes kept looking at the bamboo board, full of fear.
It's all over, should this terrible thing be put away?
Observing him while he was on the phone, Mingzhe can be sure that breaking up is a very simple thing for He Qing, there is no pain or torture, and more is the fear of bamboo boards.
He doesn't like Song Chuanjin, no, the more accurate way of saying is that he doesn't have any feelings other than friendship for Song Chuanjin.
So, how did He Qing, who has not yet become acquainted, confirm the relationship with Song Chuanjin?
All kinds of thoughts in his heart were mixed, and he recovered them after meeting the young man's timid eyes.
Putting the bamboo board in his hand back under the bed again, watching He Qing sighed with relief and the whole person relaxed and relaxed, Ming Zhe sat by the bed and gently rubbed his soft hair.
The voice softened again, "A Qing, it's not that you won't fall in love, you are still young, and it's okay to wait until you are a year old."
The teenager looked at the man in a daze, "Can I fall in love with my brother when I am a young man?"
Mingzhe's face sank sharply, "No."
Startled by his harsh tone, He Qing's mouth deflated, and the wronged reply, "Oh..."
Seeing his grievous appearance of grievance, Mingzhe withdrew his stern gaze and continued, "Since you like men..."
"I don't like men..."
Mingzhe squeezed out a smile, "Okay, don't like it, would A Qing hate being with a man in the future?"
He Qing didn't understand well, and was a bit like a dream in his dream.
Don't look at him being silly, but like this common sense that men like to be beaten up by their parents still know a little.
Why did the uncle not only beat him, but seemed to encourage him?
Mingzhe did not care about seeing him dumbfounded, and continued, "Uncle will not interfere too much with you..."
The boy deflated his mouth, wasn't he the uncle who just broke up with Brother Chuan Jin?
Taking a look at his expression, the man stopped talking and stood up slenderly, "Go to bed early and take you to the company tomorrow."
He Qing was sitting by the bed, watching the man open the door to leave, one jumped up, wiped his eyes that were a bit aching because of the previous cry, and got off the bed and buried it under the bed. Know what is being done.
Mingzhe pushed the door open again, and saw the teenager's round and upright little rocking back and forth on the bottom of the bed. His eyes were dark, and he stepped forward and patted gently with a slap.
"Eh!!!"
He Qing was taken aback, but his head was conditioned reflexively, but hit the bed board. He screamed, and pitifully crawled out of the bed, clutching his innocently affected head, and looked at the man in aggrieved manner.
"What are you doing, uncle!"
Mingzhe did not expect that he would hit the bottom of the bed, but was also surprised, and quickly reached out to help rub it.
The teenager lowered his hands and obediently let him rub.
"The shoulders are also uncomfortable, pinch the shoulders..."
Enjoying and enjoying, suddenly popped out this sentence.
The man smiled helplessly, eyes full of spoiling, "ghost elves."
He obeyed the teenager's intentions, and his long hands fell on He Qing's shoulders, kneading with light weight.
Seeing He Qing's comfortable squinting and humming, Mingzhe's eyes were deeper, "Are you comfortable?"
"So comfortable, thank you uncle..."
Listening to the soft thank-you, the man's heart softened, and he squeezed a few more times before releasing his hand.
Enjoying the sudden interruption, the teenager looked at him reluctantly, "It hurts still."
"I knew I was tempted, don't worry, there will be time in the future."
Pure He Qing didn't realize the meaning of his words. Seeing that he didn't squeeze, he climbed into the bed with some unhappiness, and An An sat on the bed.
"I'm going to bed, uncle good night."
Really a ghost elf, throw it away after use.
Ming Zhe shook his head and smiled, and turned to leave.
The teenager behind was still asking softly, "Uncle helped me turn off the light."
The slender fingertip just fell on the light button, He Qing suddenly reacted and stood up to ask Mingzhe.
"Uncle, are you going to find me something?"
After a man's meal, he withdrew his hand to turn off the light. A smile appeared on the corner of his lips, and he looked even more handsome.
"A Qing didn't say I forgot."
He said, and returned to the bedside under the youngster's suspicious line of sight, his arm was pulled down, and the bamboo board fell into his hands.
I just wanted to take advantage of Ming Zhe's not climbing the bottom of the bed to find He Qing who lost the bamboo board: "..."
"This might be useful, I will take it first." Ming Zhe leaned down with a smile, the magnetically pleasant voice lowered, "A Qing good night."
The beautifully shaped thin lips landed on the teenager's forehead without a sound.
He Qing stared at the man in a daze, "Uncle good night."
After Ming Zhe left with the bamboo board and intimately closed the door and turned off the light, the teenager reacted and touched his forehead a little dullly.
No feeling.
It’s always been his uncle, why did he switch to uncle this time?
He didn't know why he always felt a little hot on his face, but he couldn't figure out the reason, so he lay down again.
Before going to bed, I suddenly remembered.
Uncle said that he can use bamboo board next time! Then he still intends to beat him!
From a young age to the big one, the teenager who hadn't been beaten last time fell asleep.
This night he slept very unsteadily. The uncle in the dream held a bamboo board in his hand and chased him. He was like Huo Tianhao. He couldn’t move because he was beaten. He could only lie on the ground and cry .
"A Qing, A Qing..."
He Qing tears opened her eyes whirlingly, and there was still a shock in her eyes.
Mingzhe frowned and helped him wipe away his tears with anxiety. "What dream did you cry so much?"
The teenager chuckled up and threw himself into the man's arms, choking with a voice, "I dreamed that my uncle was hitting me..."
"It hurts so much, how do I ask uncle, you have to fight..."
Feeling that the man was still soothing him gently, He Qing blinked and wiped his tears on Mingzhe.
"Can you throw away the bamboo board, uncle?"
Mingzhe patted his little head gently, and said softly, "No."
After froze for a few seconds, the boy cried out with a wow.
"Okay, don't cry."
Mingzhe smiled and let the teenager come out of his arms, "Hurry up and change clothes. Today I will take you to the company."
He Qing collapsed and thought of Song Chuanjin, who broke up yesterday, asked dimly, "Can I not go?"
The man answered him softly, "No."
Seeing He Qing seemed to be crying again, he squeezed the young tender face of the teenager with a chuckle, "Okay, don't cry anymore, it will become ugly if you cry again."
"Again, I'm not a girl, it's okay to be ugly!"
Mingzhe was stunned, and he couldn't help crying to find that He Qing actually said something very reasonable.
He frightened, "My uncle doesn't like you when he becomes ugly."
The young man choked and quickly stopped crying, leaving only round eyes and staring at the man.
The man couldn't help laughing.
Watching him laugh so hard, He Qinghou later realized that he was laughing at himself, and was immediately annoyed, "Uncle!!!"
"Okay, okay, my uncle no longer smiles. Whether you look good or not, I like A Qing. Are you happy?"
He Qingwei nodded aggrievedly, barely happy.
Seeing that he had coaxed him up, the man stood up, lowered his head and gently kissed the forehead of the teenager.
"obedient."
"Changing clothes quickly, I will take you to the company."
He Qing sat on the bed, looked at the man's back, and stretched out his hand in confusion.
Good morning kiss?
Ten minutes later, the well-dressed teenager kicked and stepped downstairs, seeing Mingzhe reading the newspaper on the edge of the sofa, and walked over to his forehead.
Mingzhe stiffened his hands and almost fell off the newspaper.
He almost looked up in surprise and looked at the young man who raised himself, "A Qing?"
"Are you uncle happy?" He Qing asked him looking at him expectantly.
Happy, of course happy.
Before He Qing coquettish kissed him so many times did not make him happy this time.
After receiving an affirmative answer, the teenager's eyes lit up and asked with confidence, "Can that bamboo board be thrown away?"
The surprise in Mingzhe's eyes fell, and he lowered his head to read the newspaper as if nothing had happened, "No."
He Qing deflated his mouth. Although he was not surprised by this answer, he still felt discouraged.
It seems that the terrible bamboo board will always exist...
Carrying this extremely frustrating idea, He Qing under the supervision of Ming Zhe bitterly ate the most annoying vegetables, and ate an egg with difficulty, and finally it was his favorite milk.
The teenager likes to drink milk from an early age, and Mingzhe specially prepared it for him. He doesn't like to use a straw. Every time he drinks milk, he can make a circle around his mouth.
Of course this time is no exception. He Qing put down the cup satisfactorily. Let’s swish. Take the handkerchief aside and plan to wipe the mouth. A slender hand stretched out, wiping it with full tenderness. The milk ring around his mouth.
He Qing was stunned and stared at the man close by.
Mingzhe's eyes were very gentle. He looked intently at the teenager's pink lips, carefully and carefully, and slowly helped him wipe.
As usual, He Qing just wiped his mouth. He never felt anything wrong, but at the moment he watched the man wipe his mouth so slowly and carefully, and suddenly his face turned red.
"Uncle..." he stammered, "I'm not unsanitary, I will wipe it a few more times next time."
After frankly widening, He Qing could clearly feel that the hand on his lips paused, no, it was more like a stalemate.
He looked at the man confused, but saw a handsome man on the opposite side with a smile, and said with a low magnetic voice, "Not yet grown up..."
Seventeen-year-old boy who thinks he is already an adult: "..."
Then, he felt that his lips were rubbed by something, and then the man's hand was retracted.
Before He Qing wanted to understand, he saw the handsome man on the opposite side staring at him with fixed eyes, his thin fingertips with thin cocoons, and gently rubbed his thin lips.
Just now, it seems that the uncle's finger touched his lips...
The boy's face was red.
The ambiguous atmosphere lingered at the dining table. He looked at the man timidly and opened his mouth to ask.
And Mingzhe let him see so frankly, without any hint of evasion.
Even, it seemed that he was looking forward to the question.
As the atmosphere became more and more weird, the housekeeper came up with the fruit after the meal smilingly, "Sir, young master, eat the fruit."
He Qing immediately withdrew his gaze like a frightened bunny, took a small piece of watermelon in disguise, and bit it down, but the beautiful eyes refused to fall on the man anymore.
Mingzhe had some regrets, but it was okay.
Anyway, come to Japan.
After eating fruit, the man drove the boy to the company, but his worries were completely unnecessary, because Mingzhe did not intend to let him go downstairs, and even the office door did not intend to let him out.
Don't let him run errands, or let him work, then let him do it.
He Qingbai bored himself on the table again and made a request to go home again, "Uncle, I want to go home."
The man's head was not raised, his voice was clear and cold, "What do you want to do when you go home?"
"Watch TV and practice writing." The teenager said the way he had been passing time.
Mingzhe closed the document and looked up at him, with a smile on his lips, "That's boring."
The teenager was stunned, but he had been here since childhood.
He was stunned, and Mingzhe continued to say, "Come here."
"Oh……"
He Qing walked past obediently, and then a tablet was stuffed in his hand.
The man stretched out his slender fingers, opened it two or three times, and pointed at the full-screen mobile game interface, "Play."
He Qing: "..."
He hesitantly lowered his head to look at the tablet, and then looked up at the man, almost thinking it was a dream.
Since he was a child, Mingzhe has been strictly disciplined to prevent him from contacting these games, but now, he actually brought it to himself to play?
As if he knew what he was thinking, Mingzhe's lips smiled bigger, "It's okay, aren't you bored, go sit on the sofa and play."
The teenager hesitated to hold the tablet in his hand, and hesitantly looked up at the man, "Can I take it home to play?"
Ming Zhe shook his head with a smile, very gentle, "No."
He Qing deflated, "Oh."
It seems not a dream.
The man put down his pen and watched the young grievances walk to the edge of the sofa, playing with the point of tentatively holding the tablet carefully.
Thinking of his harshness against him over the years, he felt guilty.
He was too taken for granted before. The child A Qing, no matter how strict he is, will not become a genius.
In the past, Mingzhe still had a severe heart for young people, but since he discovered his own intentions, the original pampering had been changed to twelve points, and he couldn't even make a move.
Withdrawing his gaze, Mingzhe looked at the brightly-smiling teenager on the table, lowering his lips with a smile and continuing to work.
Even if He Qing's obedient voice didn't come out, but just thinking that he was sitting there, the man's heart couldn't stop the joy.
This is the child he raised, he knows him.
The child may not be wise yet, or his mind may be a bit stupid, but as long as the frog is boiled in warm water, there will always be a day when it is cooked.
He Qing, a frog, was watching the mobile phone looking for a different game in a daze, and the raised delicate hands bobbed on it.
[System, a trick. 】
The system popped up, [Where does the host need help. 】
[Uncle Ming sees me so severely, how can I reach the mission goal? 】
System: [Please select the point to pay the bill, 6666, get the primary solution, 8800...]
He Qing quietly closed the game, [Okay, you leave mellowly, I will find a way for myself. 】
Sure enough, the system should not be expected.
The young boy's big, beautiful eyes quietly glanced at the man, seeing him as if he could not take care of himself at work, his eyes suddenly lit up.
He put down the tablet and carefully got up from the sofa, pretending to be an invisible man, and walked quietly to the door.
Closer, closer, closer!
"Where do you want to go?"
A magnetic voice sounded coolly from behind. He Qing stiffened and turned slowly. Bai Nen's face was already wronged.
"This game is not fun! I want to go home!"
"Come back home?"
Ming Zhe's eyes looked at the young man from top to bottom, his eyes were dull and he couldn't see his emotions. "Do you want to go home, or do you want to find Song Chuanjin?"
The boy narrowed his mouth, "I didn't think about looking for him, I just wanted to go home."
As soon as he finished saying this, he found that the man stood up, his face immediately froze, and he took a careful step back to subconsciously want to escape, but he leaned against the door.
He Qing watched as the handsome man walked away from the desk. The eyes on the handsome face narrowed slightly, a look of indignity, and he was immediately terrified.
Mingzhe had just walked in front of the boy, and before he could speak, he was stopped by the boy's sudden high voice.
"I'm not going home!"
Relying on his rich imagination, the teenager scared himself and lost his soul. He looked at the man with vigilant eyes, and almost sat back on the sofa against the wall.
Really, like a little milk cat.
Mingzhe couldn't help but shake his head and smiled, his eyes were full of spoils, and walked over to sit next to him under the watchful eyes of the teenager.
He picked up the tablet on the sofa, with a strong smile in his voice, "Come, where is not fun, I will help you find a fun."
The boy looked like a vigilant and angry kitten, and after watching him for a few seconds, Ai Ai got over and stretched out his white and tender fingertips to show him.
"I can not remember."
Mingzhe just glanced at it and roughly knew what was going on.
He Qing didn't remember well when he was a child. When he was a child, his children remembered it two or three times. He had to memorize it more than five times, and he would always forget it.
This is because of the problem of premature delivery and early treatment that is not well treated. Mingzhe knows this, so he has always been not too strict with his study. I did not expect that it can be like this when playing a game.
Seeing the pitiful and aggrieved appearance of the juvenile committee, pity rose in the man's heart. He pointed out the game and transferred to another very serious.
"This game is not fun. Let's change one."
The teenager looked over curiously and saw the man open the game page, slender hands operating on it.
"This this this!!"
Looking at it, the teenager couldn't help but immersed in it. Seeing that the game character was about to be hit soon, he shouted anxiously.
Mingzhe was not in a hurry, and one dodged to avoid, and then went back to kill the game, winning the game.
He put down the tablet and looked at the teenager steadily on the face. Sure enough, he saw the bright stars in his eyes.
"Uncle, you are so powerful! I have seen Tianhao playing, and he is not so powerful!"
Boasting by someone you think of as a son and boasting by someone you like are completely different feelings. Ming Zhe listens to her heart comfortably and comfortably holds the teenager in her arms.
"Come on, uncle teaches you."
He Qing didn't take it seriously, leaning on his arms, looking at the interface on the tablet with joy.
The person he likes is in his arms, where Mingzhe can still take care of the office, keep moving in his hands, and teach the teenagers to play games and have fun.
When knocking on the door came from outside, Ming Zhe was fighting with others, and the teenager in his arms looked at the tablet without blinking.
The man’s gaze fell on the game interface, thinking it was a secretary, "Come in."
The door was pushed open, and Song Chuanjin stood outside.
He just opened his mouth to talk, but found that the two were close together. The teenager even nestled in the man's arms, looking at the tablet with a smile on his face.
Neither of them had time to look up.
Seeing that He Qing was very happy, Song Chuanjin was sore and bitter in his heart.
He received a call from He Qing last night and he was completely awake. He didn't sleep for the whole night, and he thought about coming back today.
The reason why He Qing is with him is clear.
The teenager didn’t know anything at all, and it was all his coax that he was able to rely on him. Under such circumstances, he shouldn’t have made too many intimate moves. Last night he tried to kiss and was evaded. He Qing's attitude?
More and more regret, Song Chuanjin left the house early in the morning, intending to explain it to He Qing.
Unexpectedly, what he saw was such a happy boy who laughed.
Like, they were not shrouded in haze by their breakup.
"Won!!!" Just when Song Chuanjin stood stunned in the doorway, Mingzhe on the sofa over there finally won the opponent. The teenager was happy and excited and hugged the man constantly.
"Uncle, you are so good, why are you so good!"
The man was commended to be comfortable in his heart, and was about to spoil the teenager's head, but his eyes swept to Song Chuanjin who stood stiffly at the door.
He frowned and looked up.
He Qing looked at him with his movements, but he froze after seeing who was standing outside the door.
Under the eyes of the two, Song Chuanjin smiled and asked a little reluctantly, "Uncle Ming, can I say a few words with A Qing?"
Ming Zhe's eyes were gloomy, and the relaxation and joy when he was alone with the teenager were swept away. He closed the game, and his eyes fell heavily on the face of the teenager who was full of face.
"A Qing wants to go out?"
He Qing's eyes were full of hesitation. He looked at Song Chuanjin and Mingzhe again, and hesitantly replied, "Uncle, I will go back in a while."
Sure enough...
Although he had guessed the answer long ago, Mingzhe was still covered in mist. He stood up, his expression no longer relaxed as he had just been.
"Go, give you five minutes."
He sat on the sofa, watching the teenager follow Song Chuanjin out, wiped the tiredness out of his eyes, and returned to his seat.
He Qing followed Song Chuanjin and clenched his hands in uneasiness, "Brother..."
"A Qing." Song Chuanjin interrupted what he was going to say next, and looked at the young man tenderly, and said first, "I'm going to apologize to you yesterday."
He Qing was startled, "What?"
"Yesterday I shouldn’t want to kiss you without your consent, even if we are a couple, it’s too abrupt, it’s my fault."
The teenager waved hesitantly, "No, it doesn't matter. Actually, brother, what I want to tell you is..."
Song Chuanjin suddenly grabbed his hand, and his eyes were full of seriousness, "A Qing, where did I do badly, you tell me, I will change it."
"Yeah, neither..."
He Qing hesitated and said, "That is, the feelings for you may not be what you said."
Song Chuanjin's heart sank, and his voice was full of cold, "What do you think it is like?"
"Just..."
He Qing smiled a little shyly, "It's like that on TV."
Before waiting for Song Chuanjin to continue, he went on to say, "Also the uncle already knows that if I don't break up with my brother, he will beat me."
Mingzhe already knows?
Song Chuanjin was shocked in his heart and panicked subconsciously for a moment.
The teenager continued to say, "Brother, don't be angry, as before, is it not good to be a brother?"
brothers?
Like the chunky boy at home except eating and sleeping?
Song Chuanjin's eyes were full of gloom, and he threw the panic just because Mingzhe knew about it out of Jiuxiaoyun.
"A Qing." He asked, "No brother wants to go to bed with his brother."
Under the stunned sight of the teenager, Song Chuanjin said, "I saw you, not thinking about how to take you to play, but thinking about how to hold you down on the bed, running through you with hate, watching you in Cry under me."
"Every time I see you, I think of how I can get closer to you. I want to be close to you all the time, understand?"
Seeing He Qing seemed frightened, he closed his eyes and opened it again, covering up all the emotions before and exhaling lightly.
"It doesn't matter, you like me, I know."
He seemed to be deceiving himself, and his lips slowly pulled out a smile. He gently wiped the teenager's head like before.
"I will use actual actions to prove how much I like you."
【Ding! Song Chuanjin's favor: 91】
He Qing stood on the spot, watching his figure disappear in the elevator turning, and his eyes were filled with confusion.
[His favorability tells me that he really likes me, but unfortunately, he likes those who don’t like him. 】
System: [Please host to make persistent efforts. 】
He Qing turned around and responded blankly, "Okay, why?"
System: [...] Dramatic.
Sitting back on the sofa again, the teenager was not interested in picking up the tablet again. Mingzhe looked up at him without a word.
Sure enough, after a while, He Qingxian couldn't help it. He touched the screen for a while, and Nuo Nuo's voice was full of distress.
"Uncle, can I really not be with Chuan Jin?"
Mingzhe stopped writing, and his hands worked slowly, "No."
"Why? I think I quite like Chuan Jin."
The teenager poked the tablet and asked, "Don't you mind if I like men?"
"If I don't mind, are you going to be with Song Chuanjin?"
There was already anger in the man's voice, but the teenager didn't notice it at all, still lighting the tablet.
"Well, I think Brother Chuan Jin is really good, you see he looks good!"
He Qing dropped the tablet and began to count the advantages of Song Chuanjin.
"Character is also gentle."
Mingzhe hands are working harder and harder.
"And he is very nice to me!"
The back of the man's hand had burst of blue tendons, and he was still shaking slightly, angry.
"The most important thing is! Actually, I feel that as long as Chuan Jin doesn't kiss me, I won't repel the handle, uncle, do you think..."
"Snapped--"
Mingzhe casually lowered the half pen in his hand under the stunned sight of the teenager, and his voice seemed to squeeze out of his teeth.
"Don't think about it, I disagree."
"Oh……"
His eyes stared blankly at the half-cut pen, and the teenager completely dismissed the idea of ​​being with Song Chuanjin.
I always feel that if he really tells his uncle this way, it will not be just the pen next time.
Since this topic is not very good, he did not want to play games, so He Qing witfully changed the topic.
"Uncle, if Brother Jin is not good, will I still get married?"
"Knot." The man answered yes.
He Qing did not have a household registration book with him, of course he could get married.
"Then I must pick a good-looking one, so that when we have babies together, there will be many babies."
The boy thought very smoothly, but he didn’t have to be responsible anyway.
"Snapped--"
The second pen in Mingzhe's hands was again tragically divided.
His heart knew that this child is not resuscitation, he was not yet a general concept, but innocent by thought.
But just thinking about the future and teenagers will be composed of a jealous woman home, hearts will also destroy how long.
What are you waiting for!
Handsome man stood up, eyes not see a gloomy mood, but the deadpan look is not very nice.
He Qing had still happy with the illusion, one looked up to see this scene, suddenly scared Qiqiaoshengyan.
He just said nothing! Why does the uncle seem to be walking towards himself very angry!
Mingzhe was really angry, but he was angry, but he was even more angry.
He stepped forward, looking at the teenager with a pair of slightly picky eyes.
"uncle……"
Looking at his dangerous eyes, He Qing unconsciously reached out to protect the buttocks that had been beaten, "I, I broke up with my brother..."
Mingzhe bowed his head and slowly leaned over, his lips landed on juvenile pink lips.
Teenager shocked widened eyes, mouth open the way also.