The way this man expresses his feelings is always unique
Sure enough, within a minute, he started to poke her cheek with his nails. It was not very painful, but a little itchy.
Then, he squeezed her paw and kissed her on the lips.
In short, it's what an average human would do to a canine or feline.
Whenever her senior brother is with her, he will do it to her the same way o(□)o
It doesn't take into account the mood of the people watching it at all.
The key is that she is still wearing a scholar's uniform...
When Nangong Baiye turned his head, the few inmates beside him almost all looked at them with shocked expressions, and the meaning was not difficult to understand.
That means nothing more than saying, what two handsome guys, they are actually in love with each other!
Old Zhao probably felt that it was not good to stare at people like this all the time, so he winked at the other people, and when he saw Nangong Baiye looking at him, his face suddenly turned red, and he stammered: "Well, it's okay.
We have also seen relationships like yours in the homes of wealthy members of the Communist Party of China..."
Nangong Baiye: ...Yeah, even if you jump into the Yellow River, you won’t be able to clean yourself up o(□)o
"I just didn't expect that little brother would have such a hobby..." Old Zhao chuckled, not daring to look at Beiming Liancheng, and could only talk to Nangong Baiye: "It's always difficult for two men to leave. You two have such a good relationship.
It’s quite rare.”
Nangong Baiye did not deny his identity, he just leaned in Beiming Liancheng's arms and smiled lightly, which was considered as a return gift to Lao Zhao's kindness.
Lao Zhao didn't say anything more. He stretched his legs and rolled a cigarette in his hand. After lighting it, he took a breath and started to surround himself.
That's what tomb robbing is.
It would be easier if it was a small tomb.
Whenever you encounter a large cemetery and cannot find the exit, there will usually be one person left to keep vigil.
Lao Zhao has been doing this for a long time, and although his physical strength is not the best, he has the most experience in terms of experience, so everyone feels relieved to have him come to watch the night.
In fact, it was called a night vigil, but it was just a rest for an hour at most, and then we had to go on our way immediately.
Everyone strives to sleep a little longer at this time, with their own bundles pillowed under their heads, and their breathing gradually begins to become even.
There was no sound around.
Even the flow of air is as gentle as water.
Except for the rustling sound of Lao Zhao occasionally taking out rice paper and wrapping cigarettes in tobacco, the cemetery was extremely quiet.
This makes people who are very tired feel sleepy.
Nangong Baiye held Beiming Liancheng's thumb with two fingers, nestled in his arms like a pet, and his slightly closed eyelashes cast a shallow shadow...
"white night."
Who is it, who is calling her?
Nangong Baiye didn't respond, but the voice beside his ear always existed and could not go away.
"white night……"
The voice was very gentle, but had a unique British accent.
It sounds a bit like Mr. Tang's voice.
But if you listen carefully, it doesn't sound like it.
In short, Nangong Baiye did not answer.
"Heh." The man laughed lowly: "Be careful around you..."
Before he finished speaking, Nangong Baiye suddenly opened his eyes, with a thin layer of sweat on his forehead, and his pupils were still a little dizzy.
"Are you having a nightmare?" Beiming Liancheng looked down at her, his eyes suddenly flashed, and his amber eyes were even deeper and brighter than usual.
Before Nangong Baiye could answer, he pulled him into his arms, patted his back gently, and his low and pleasant bass sounded like a lullaby: "Go to sleep."
The sounds in the dream completely disappeared.
His eyelids were heavy, and the man smelled very good. Nangong Baiye rubbed his robe, and his sleepiness became a little deeper.
When I woke up, my fellow dumpers had already picked up packages and tools.
Nangong Baiye rubbed his eyes, and as soon as he raised his head, Beiming Liancheng pinched his chin, and then gave him a sip of wine with a kiss.
"gargle."
He stood up, and his upper body, which was not wearing a robe, looked even longer and taller.
Nangong Baiye groaned, rinsed his mouth obediently, and reached out to hand him the fur coat wrapped around him.
Beiming Liancheng raised his eyebrows and simply said two words: "Dirty."
After saying that, he turned his head and straightened his sleeves slowly, his posture was as elegant as ever.
"Huh?" Nangong Baiye looked at the robe back and forth. There were no obvious stains, it just rolled around on the ground.
I couldn't bear to throw it away, so I simply folded it into three parts and stuffed it into my backpack.
After Beiming Liancheng saw her action, his narrow eyes half raised: "Throw it away."
"Go home and wash it, it can still be used." Nangong Baiye took his hand with a smile, his hair was curled up, and it was a bit cute.
Beiming Liancheng curled his thin lips and leaned his handsome face against her ear: "She really looks like a little daughter-in-law, is that what you humans call her? A calculating little daughter-in-law."
Nangong Baiye's face turned red when he said that. He simply pulled the person's collar, stood on tiptoes, and threatened fiercely: "If you tease me again, I will molest you and make everyone think that you have the power of Long Yang."
Okay, let’s still be the one down there, hum, the little shepherd who was raised!”
"Oh..." Beiming Liancheng lengthened his tone playfully, and suddenly realized: "So you want to be on top, junior sister, I understand."
You understand! Nangong Baiye gritted his teeth, this is not such a logic at all.
Beiming Liancheng smoothed the child's hair and said with a serious face: "Be good, I will satisfy you when I get out."
Nangong Baiye:......
Therefore, in the eyes of others, this scene naturally turned into a scene of a young man acting coquettishly and being pampered by his owner.
Lao Zhao coughed heavily as he walked by.
Nangong Baiye looked at her posture, and then at Beiming Liancheng's hand on her waist. This... it seemed like she was inviting him for a kiss!
Wait, Lao Zhao, it’s not what you see, I can explain it!!!
"Even if I'm a little boy, you look more like me, idiot." Beiming Liancheng raised his body, kissed her lips, and then bit her hard again before he was satisfied.
Nangong Baiye didn't agree with this: "Senior brother, look at your face and your body. It's basically for both men and women. I'm not as good-looking as you."
"It has nothing to do with appearance, is it?" Beiming Liancheng glanced at her lazily, wrapped her little hand in his palm with his slender fingers, and walked forward slowly, following the group of inverted fighters.
But he cleverly kept his distance.
Nangong Baiye raised his eyebrows: "What does that have to do with?"
"Temperament." Beiming Liancheng looked back and smiled, with a devilish charm in his bones. He rarely smiled in the first place, but at this moment, it was as if the winter snow had just melted, and he was astonishing: "Your whole body exudes the temperament of being suppressed by others."
Nangong Baiye: ...hundan! That smile you just made made you look like you were being suppressed!!!