If you are asked to prevent the villain from destroying the world, what kind of love are you talking

The surroundings were bright, except for his area, which was shrouded in shadow.

The sense of oppression brought by Lu Wuqing's tall body was stronger than Song Chuyi had imagined.

Anyone else would probably be out of breath right now, right?

In a daze, he heard Lu Wuqing speak.

"nothing."

He moved a little further, and the shadow faded a little.

The dazzling light fell into Song Chu's eyes, causing him to squint his eyes.

"Brother Qing, the lights in your room are really bright."

He turned sideways, avoiding the direct glare of the light.

One hand was placed on the back of the sofa, hanging down gently, swaying gently in mid-air.

Lu Wuqing didn't know when he sat down, sitting next to him, and the sofa sank, carrying his weight.

"Achu."

He called this name that was unique to him.

"Do you like it here?"

"I like it!" Song Chuyi replied without hesitation, "The house here is so big, much bigger than the Song family's."

This is also true. The Song family's house is about 160 square meters, but this large flat floor is two to three hundred square meters.

But he also discovered just now that although this place is large, there are very few rooms.

Apart from the necessary master bedroom, kitchen and bathroom, there is not even an extra room here.

Almost all the space was occupied by the living room, which seemed empty and empty. It was even colder up here.

Lu Wuqing seemed very satisfied with his answer, and even had a smile on his face.

"nice! You love it."

He held Song Chuyi's hand and lowered his voice.

"Don't go back to the Lu family or the Song family from now on."

"Just stay here."

Song Chuyi:? ? ?

no! Is this how the plot develops?

"No!" He replied immediately, "Then how can you not go back?"

"Forget it about the Song family, the Lu family are my biological parents!"

Lu Wuqing's expression dropped slightly, and the living room felt a little cooler for no reason.

"Are they worthy of being parents?"

He obviously hated them with all his heart.

Think about it, I have been insulted and beaten since I was a child, and I can't even afford a full meal. It's impossible not to hate me.

These hatreds almost occupied his entire life, establishing his paranoid and authoritarian temperament and embarking on the road to destruction.

Song Chuyi put himself in his shoes and realized that it was impossible for him to convince Lu Wuqing not to hate him.

Of course, he won't persuade.

It’s just that the task still needs to be completed, so do we still have to work hard from both parents?

Song Chuyi was immersed in his own thoughts and did not notice that Lu Wuqing was getting closer to him.

His big hands had even wrapped around his waist, and he could be held in his arms with just a little force.

His breathing gradually became a little heavier, which was especially obvious in this quiet living room.

When Song Chu came back to his senses, he was startled by Lu Wuqing who was very close to him. He subconsciously moaned and bit a piece of meat on his chest.

Through the thin shirt, he still grabbed a piece of meat!

A bit hard.

He ground his teeth.

Lu Wuqing groaned and breathed heavier.

Song Chuyi thought it was his bite that hurt him and quickly let go of his mouth.

"I did not do it on purpose."

"Who told you to suddenly come so close and scare me?"

He is the first to complain, and the main one is to take the initiative into his own hands.

Lu Wuqing half lowered his head, his eyelashes drooped, covering the dark color under his eyes.

"fine."

His voice was extremely hoarse, and there was a hint of desire that was hard to detect.

"Blame me."

Song Chuyi was a little embarrassed that he admitted it so openly.

He coughed lightly, raised his hand, touched the area he had just bitten, and rubbed it.

"Does it hurt?"

"I'm sorry, you suddenly approached me and I was scared."

"You don't hold grudges, do you?"

Lu Wuqing held Song Chuyi's erratic hand and changed his sitting position.

The legs are crossed and stacked together, as if they want to cover something.

"No." His voice was so hoarse that it was almost out of tune, "It's my fault."

The Adam's apple rolled restlessly, and the suppressed desire suddenly lost control when the pain hit.

"Sorry." As if accepting his fate, Lu Wuqing closed his eyes, with a hint of request in his voice, "I'm going to the bathroom."

"Don't look."

His big hands covered Song Chuyi's eyes.

There was the sound of fabric rubbing against my ears.

But when the light fell into his eyes again, he could only see Lu Wuqing's tall back.

Song Chuyi didn't know why, "I haven't eaten anything. Could it be that I have diarrhea?"

In the bathroom, Lu Wuqing stared at himself in the mirror, his eyes dark and dark.

There was ice-cold water in the faucet, and it kept flowing.

He lowered his head to the faucet and let the ruthless cold water pour on his face.

Even the hair is a little wet.

The biting cold water barely extinguished the rising heat, and Lu Wuqing gradually calmed down.

He turned off the faucet, glanced at himself in the mirror, turned around and was about to leave, but took back his steps when he caught sight of the wet clothes on his chest.

Lu Wuqing lifted up his clothes, and there was a small circle of teeth marks on his left chest below his heart.

The teeth marks are not deep, which shows that the owner didn't really use too much force.

He stared at the small tooth marks, and Song Chuyi's sweet voice seemed to echo in his ears.

"Brother Qing~"

The young man is restless. His small mouth is kept open and closed except when eating and sleeping.

When he is fierce, he will puff out his cheeks and pretend to be fierce, but in fact he just stretches out his little paws to scratch.

Occasionally, she can be flirtatious, but that's when she's the cutest and not flirtatious.

Those eyes are also very beautiful, like a cat's pupils, but brighter than a cat's pupils.

If you are really angry, just take a bite and it will feel a little stinging.

Lu Wuqing's hand pressed on the tooth mark.

Self-control suddenly lost control.

He bit down on his lifted shirt, breathing heavier.

His face reflected in the mirror was cold but indulgent, as if he was obsessed with someone.

Lu Wuqing spent a very long time in the bathroom this time, so long that Song Chuyi couldn't help but knock on the door.

"Brother Qing, are you okay? Do you want to buy you some medicine?"

A muffled groan came from inside, followed by the sound of rushing water.

A minute later, the door opened from the inside.

The broken hair in front of Lu Wuqing's forehead was a little wet, and there were still a few drops of water on his face.

The big, well-jointed hands contained a little moisture, which was cooling his hot body temperature.

"fine."

The voice is hoarse, yet inexplicably sultry.

Song Chu felt his ears itching, so he couldn't help but raised his hand to pinch his earlobe, and replied slowly:

"It's okay."

"You look uncomfortable in your stomach. Did you eat something at the dinner?"

"No." Lu Wuqing walked to the sofa, "It's getting late, go to bed."

Song Chuyi responded, "Then I also need to go to the toilet."

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw a strong gust of wind passing by, and the bathroom door in front of him was closed.

He looked at Lu Wuqing blankly.

Lu Wuqing looked calm and explained: "The toilet is broken, go to the bathroom in the master bedroom."

Song Chuyi suddenly understood and looked at him with some sympathy.

The villain is indeed a villain, he can clog up the toilet every time he goes to the toilet!

Lu Wuqing seemed to have guessed what he was thinking. He frowned slightly and wanted to explain, but something came to his mind and he swallowed the words hard.

Song Chuyi patted Lu Wuqing's shoulder, turned around and went to the bathroom of the master bedroom.

After he left, Lu Wuqing opened the bathroom door here and turned on the ventilation inside to let the smell dissipate.

In this way, Ah Chu would not find out that he was a pervert.