Chapter 63 The Key to All Insects (VI)
A thousand alpaca horses were running wildly through Xie Mian's mind. He didn't want to be the one below him. Compared with him, E Shifang was obviously the one who was being cared for.
After all, who has such a charming top who always loves to act like a spoiled brat?
"I think I'm more suitable on top between the two of us, really!"
Xie Mian held down the hand that was making trouble behind him and spoke righteously.
"It will fit on top? Are you sure?"
E Shifang chuckled and deliberately took Xie Mian's hand and moved it under him to feel the difference between the two.
"Big up, small down, ok"
"I...I don't agree!"
Xie Mian's face flushed red and he tried to get off E Shifang.
"Who says the younger one has to be on the bottom? And I'm not younger than you. I... I just haven't... gotten up yet!"
"Oh? Then let me help you...get up?"
As he spoke, E Shifang gently pushed Xie Mian back, letting his back rest against the backrest of the front row, and then slowly leaned down.
The warm breath was getting closer and closer, and a hand was pulling the fabric around the waist in an ambiguous manner.
Coolness and heat invade at the same time.
Seeing that E Shifang's lips were about to touch his, Xie Mian had no choice but to use his ultimate move - silencing him.
Um?
E Shifang raised his head, raised his eyebrows slightly, and looked at Xie Mian.
"You...behave yourself. This is absolutely not possible now!"
Being looked at pitifully by a pair of fox eyes, Xie Mian's heart beat like a drum.
Help!
Who spoiled this monster? How can he be so good at acting like a spoiled child?
Seeing that Xie Mian was a little shaken, E Shifang took advantage of the situation and took out a dog ear headband from the space and put it on his head.
Among the silver hair are fluffy fiery red dog ears.
“Wuwuwu…”
My dear wife, is it really not possible?
"Well... just..."
Xie Mian's hands involuntarily placed on the fluffy and soft ears, one with his left hand and one with his right hand, and started stroking them.
Goose Shifang picked up another yellow box in his mouth.
“Wuwuwu…”
Honey, it’s mango flavored, don’t you want to try it?
Xie Mian's eyes were hazy. Well, actually it's not impossible... just once, next time he will definitely be on top.
In the orchard, the ripe flesh bursts with rich sweetness, like the warmth of honey wrapped around ripe apricots.
The fresh fragrance of mango spread in the small space in the back row, and lime juice splashed on the snow-white satin.
The fruity aroma contains the roundness of peach, the liveliness of citrus, and the exotic flavor of pine resin.
Juices burst out when you bite into it.
It seems as if you can taste the moisture and splendor of the entire tropical rainforest.
The unripe mango has a stubborn greenness, like the reverberation of pineapple and passion fruit.
The slightly itchy feeling it leaves on your teeth makes you even more addicted and you can’t stop!
A gust of wind blew over, and the fruits whimpered and babbled.
Softened by the sun, it sways and lets out a sweet sigh.
The ripe mangoes collided gently, making a muffled "pop" sound.
The snow-skinned ones were still shaking stubbornly, their fruit stems rubbing against the branches and leaves, and they were humming awkward nursery rhymes.
“Pah pah pah——”
The overly plump fruit flesh fell into the grass, and the splashing fruit fragrance startled the birds under the tree.
The whole orchard hummed to one another, some were laughing, some were crying, and some were lazily turning over and dreaming sticky, sugary dreams.
Finally, the wind stopped, the dream ended, the mango peeled off its juicy skin, and the fruit fell to the ground tremblingly.
In the wilderness a few dozen meters away from the car, Yang Shu was waving branches with sweat on his forehead, fighting a group of insect monsters.
There were so many bugs that they seemed to be free of charge. He was so tired that he could hardly lift his arms, but he didn't even have the courage to look back at the car - after all, he couldn't afford to offend any of the big guys sitting in the car.
Moreover, after witnessing E Shifang's ability to restore a shattered car to its original state, he had a question stuck in his mind that he wanted to ask.
The reason why he didn't ask now was because he was not qualified to ask.
Just when Yang Shu felt that his arms were about to be swung into propellers, a heavenly call finally came.
Yang Shu shook his tiger body, waved away the insect monster in front of him, and strode towards the car.
Not daring to look at the back seat at all, Yang Shu sat stiffly in the driver's seat.
"Brother Goose, shall we go now?"
"Wait a moment, eat something and rest for a while."
Goose Shifang threw food and water over, and also threw a pack of cigarettes:
“Don’t smoke in the car.”
"Oh, oh, okay."
Yang Shu was wolfing down the food in his hand when he accidentally glanced at the rearview mirror and saw Xie Mian sleeping.
He lay quietly in E Shifang's arms, covered with a thin blanket.
The wind blew in through the open car window, mixed with the stench of insect monsters and the scent of grass.
E Shifang rested one hand on the car window frame, lowered his head and stared at Xie Mian's sleeping face.
He was like a sheathed sword, the blade still stained with blood, but the sheath was wrapped in a layer of velvet - every inch of his gaze that touched Xie Mian was soft and hot.
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