Yang Feng left the room to find Lu Ziyi, while Xiaobao stayed to accompany Li Mingyang.
The little guy sat obediently on the bed, watching Li Mingyang silently as he picked up the big pillow and placed it on his legs with a slightly irritated look, then buried his entire head in it and rubbed it back and forth.
In a short while, his hair was messed up. Xiaobao looked at him eagerly, and suddenly thought of Lu Yuxuan's messy head when he just woke up.
Then he couldn't help laughing.
Li Mingyang turned his head to look at him with a curious look on his face: "What are you laughing at, Xiaobao?"
"It's okay, it's okay," Xiaobao smiled and waved his hands, "I just think that Brother Yangyang, you look very cute now, like a real child."
Li Mingyang blinked and murmured, "I thought you would prefer me to be more mature and steady..."
"I like them all," Xiaobao said seriously, "I like Brother Yangyang no matter what he looks like."
Li Mingyang smiled, and the sadness in his heart was immediately relieved a lot.
"Brother Yangyang, you finally smiled." Xiaobao tilted his head and looked at him, "Are you happier now?"
"Yeah," Li Mingyang nodded.
"Then I want to make you happier. What should I do?" Xiaobao asked softly.
Li Mingyang raised the corner of his mouth, his eyes full of pampering: "I don't need to tell you this, you know it"
"I know?" Xiaobao was stunned.
"Yes," Li Mingyang said affirmatively, "You know"
Xiaobao thought about it, stood up on the bed with his bare feet, took two steps to Li Mingyang, reached out and pulled the pillow out of his arms, then put his arms around his neck and sat on his thighs with his legs apart.
"Hug~"
After Xiaobao sat down, he adjusted himself slightly, moved his two little arms from his neck to his waist, and then curled up in Li Mingyang's arms without moving.
Li Mingyang lowered his eyes and looked at his fluttering eyelashes and the chubby little face with baby fat. His heart was instantly filled with this little guy, as if there was no room for anything else.
Fuck your parents, fuck going abroad.
He just wants to stay with Xiaobao, no matter how long it takes.
In the living room, Lu Yuxuan was forced to finish two essays with a bitter face. Lu Ziyi sat next to him the whole time, so he couldn't even slack off.
"Second brother, don't you need to go to the kitchen to help?" Lu Yuxuan asked in a low voice.
Lu Ziyi glanced at him and said, "No need."
"Then aren't you going to accompany Brother Feng?" Lu Yuxuan asked again.
"He will come over by himself in a while." Lu Ziyi put down the book in his hand, folded his arms and looked at him.
Lu Yuxuan curled his lips and rolled his eyes: "Second brother, you have been studying with me for half a day, it's really tiring, why don't you go back to your room and lie down for a while..."
Lu Ziyi was so angry that he laughed: "I'm not tired, so don't worry about me. Hurry up and write. The sooner you finish, the sooner we can be free."
"I've already written a lot," Lu Yuxuan cried with a sad face, "You won't even let me rest today, New Year's Day! Tyrant!"
"Who are you talking about?" Yang Feng came over and knocked him on the head, "Hurry up, you've ruined our world of two."
Lu Yuxuan stared at him with tears in her eyes, but dared not say anything.
"Okay, this guy made you feel wronged when you were doing homework. If you didn't know, you would think I did something to you." Lu Ziyi said helplessly, "Finish this weekly diary and I'll let you rest. Don't do anything else today."
"That's it!"
Lu Yuxuan perked up instantly, muttering, "Damn God of Homework, goodbye! Wakakakakaka..."
Lu Ziyi shook his head and laughed. Just as he was about to move his sore shoulders, a pair of warm hands pressed down on him the next second.
"Don't move, let me give you a massage," Yang Feng asked as he gently squeezed his shoulders. "Is this strength okay?"
"Hmm..." Lu Ziyi closed his eyes and enjoyed it, "Can you do it a little harder?"
Yang Feng increased his strength a little, and after massaging for a few times, he heard Lu Ziyi murmur in a thousand twists and turns.
"Hmm... so comfortable~"
"Yes, right here, ah... it feels so good, um~ a few more times, Afeng..."
Yang Feng paused his movements. At this moment, he felt hot all over and his mouth was dry.
"Huh? Why did you stop?" Lu Ziyi slowly opened his eyes and touched his hand, "Don't stop, Afeng, don't stop"
Yang Feng swallowed, leaned over and put his lips to his ear, and whispered in a slightly hoarse voice: "Dear, if you keep calling me like that, I won't be able to control myself, little Yang Feng."
Upon hearing this, Lu Ziyi subconsciously raised his hand to cover his mouth. He quickly glanced at Lu Yuxuan, who was writing furiously with his head down and not looking at them, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.
Then he glared at Yang Feng fiercely with his cheeks slightly red.
"Brother Feng, can you give me a shoulder massage?" Lu Yuxuan stopped writing and suddenly said, "Look how hard I'm working on this..."
"No pinch," Yang Feng said.
"Why?" Lu Yuxuan complained, "You can only give it to my second brother and not to me? Double standards!"
"Yes," Yang Feng looked at him calmly, "I am two-faced like this."
Lu Yuxuan: “…………”
Why is this person so vindictive?
"What are you doing, Brother Feng? Are you bullying my brother?"
Lu Jiaming appeared out of nowhere, teased nonchalantly, and walked over with a raised eyebrow and a smile on his lips.
"Look how tired I am from writing. Come, take a break." He put a bottle of drink on the table. "I brought this specially for you. It's the grape flavor you like."
Lu Yuxuan was so moved that he unscrewed the bottle cap without thinking and took a big gulp.
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