Chapter 22 Chapter 22 In his bed, thinking about someone else? ...
When the wet and soft lips touched his cheek, Lou Ye's pupils shrank and his breathing became choked. For a moment, he even forgot to push away the person who was deliberately making trouble.
Ming Le's eyes moved from his sharply defined features to his protruding Adam's apple, their skin almost touching. He seemed to hear Lou Ye's strong and chaotic heartbeat.
Are you that nervous?
He won’t get out of control, will he?
Before Lou Ye could react and hit him to death, Ming Le pulled away in time: "Okay, okay, I tried it, it feels just so-so."
He stood in front of Lou Ye, feeling a little guilty, but he still spread his hands and pretended to be relaxed.
Lou Ye's body swayed, feeling somewhat bewildered. He stared at the child in front of him with mixed emotions: "You...what are you doing?"
His expression didn't turn ugly, and Ming Le breathed a sigh of relief. "I'm your financial backer, so of course I can do whatever I want. No explanation needed."
Lou Ye was speechless.
Is this really the reason? Even though the young master was intimate before, he was very sensible and would not do such a thing.
"Brother Lou, Young Master Ming, I'm coming in to serve the dishes." Geng Zhao, who had witnessed everything, came from the living room and asked cautiously.
The scene was very strange and no one dared to speak again.
He had previously thought that Young Master Ming was a fan of Brother Lou, but he didn't expect him to be so bold and dare to be close to others at such a young age. Brother Lou was stunned.
As expected of the young masters of wealthy families, these rich people really know how to have fun.
Lou Ye came back to his senses: "Well, you carry it."
He glanced at the young master who was standing there motionless, and fled from the cramped space of the kitchen.
Even panic and not knowing what to do.
With a "bang", Lou Ye's forehead hit the glass door of the kitchen. He rubbed it angrily, then walked out calmly as if nothing had happened.
Mingle and Gengzhao looked at each other in bewilderment. Gengzhao didn't dare to say anything. Mingle was the first to burst out laughing. He had never seen Louye get humiliated before. This was the first time.
But he was actually quite guilty. He had done something bad and was afraid that Lou Ye would beat him. Lou Ye was a tall man and would beat him like a chicken. He definitely couldn't withstand it.
The situation is better than he thought. Lou Ye's behavior is a little strange. Not only does he not beat him, he doesn't even show any displeasure?
Mingle touched his nose in confusion, not understanding?
It didn't matter that he didn't understand, but Geng Zhao felt like the sky was falling.
Brother Lou is finished. He must have fallen in love with Young Master Ming.
In his daily circle, he had never seen Lou Ye get close to anyone, let alone be kissed by anyone, and he didn't even get angry after being kissed.
It's not like he hadn't inquired about his own artist's past. When he was still at Qixing, he heard that when he went out for a social event, he was homophobic and was touched on the arm by a boss. He even beat up the man and had to be carried away on a stretcher by 120.
Now, after being kissed by Ming Le, not only did he not feel any discomfort, but he also stupidly slammed his head against the door.
It's over. I worked so hard to gain tens of thousands of fans, but it looks like my business is about to collapse.
And the person he was dating was a boy, he didn't dare to think about it...
Geng Zhao felt sad until the three of them were having dinner in the restaurant. He looked back and forth between the two main characters with a resentful look on his face.
If Lou Ye had ever liked a girl, the situation wouldn't be as bad as it is now...
However, Master Ming is the financial backer of his artist, so it seems even more unrealistic for Lou Ye to fall in love with other people.
"Alas." Geng Zhao sighed anxiously.
Lou Ye drooped slightly, his already chaotic thoughts becoming even more confused: "If you're done eating, come back."
Ming Le had been so immersed in Lou Ye's cooking that he had lost track of the world. Hearing what he said, he raised his head and looked at Geng Zhao: "What's wrong?"
Geng Zhao remained silent. How could the culprit still have the nerve to ask?
Seeing that his expression seemed a little off, Mingle sighed and took the initiative to pick up a meatball for him: "Eat a meatball to replenish your body?"
"Uh, thank you, thank you Ming...Lele."
Mingle pursed his lips in satisfaction, that's right.
Geng Zhao was torn. Not only was he an assistant, he also had the responsibility of overseeing the artists. Should he tell Brother Chen about this? Would Brother Lou be angry if he did?
My head is about to be scratched bald.
Lou Ye's eyes moved back and forth between the two not-so-bright heads, his indifferent pupils deep and dark: "Are you two on good terms?"
Geng Zhao pretended not to understand and concentrated on eating.
Ming Le replied with this incoherent sentence, "It's okay." He struggled with the shrimp in the bowl, which was a bit difficult to peel.
At home, the servants would peel the shrimps in advance, so you wouldn't see the shells when they were served on the table. He had never done that before, so he had crushed the shrimp meat into pieces.
"Do it for me." Mingle looked at Lou Ye with his bright eyes.
"Let your brother Geng Zhao peel it for you." Lou Ye said in a low voice.
Mingle curled his lips in dissatisfaction.
Geng Zhao was stunned, and honestly picked up the shrimp from the plate, really ready to serve the young master. Lou Ye's eyes darkened, and he stretched out his chopsticks and took away the shrimp that Geng Zhao was about to take.
Geng Zhao continued to clamp, and Lou Ye repeated the same action.
Geng Zhao: “???”
Ming Le looked at this person, then at that person, hesitant to speak: "...If you don't want to peel it for me, forget it. There are still many, you don't have to fight for it."
As soon as he said this, Geng Zhao's mind turned for a few rounds, and he showed an expression of sudden enlightenment and stopped struggling.
He shouldn't be at the table, he should be under the table.
Lou Ye's lips curled slightly, his expression satisfied. He quickly peeled the shell and placed a shrimp in Mingle's bowl, saying, "Concentrate on eating."
"Oh." Mingle nodded, not feeling anything wrong.
Although the ingredients were not comparable to those at home, Lou Ye was a good cook, and the shrimp meat was tender and chewy, very delicious. He couldn't help but order another bowl of rice.
"The document Brother Chen sent you says you should eat small, frequent meals and not eat too much at one sitting," Lou Ye reminded him, adding some vegetables to his bowl. "It also says you can't be picky about what you eat."
Mingle is a carnivore. His face turned green when he saw the vegetables in the bowl. It was the first time for him and Lou Ye to eat together. How did this person know that he was a picky eater?
"I'll put it aside and eat it later." He scooped the vegetables from the bowl onto the plate.
Lou Ye didn't answer him. He put his hands on the table. After he finished eating, he stared at Ming Le.
Ming Le originally wanted to empty the kitchen trash can directly, but now that Lou Ye was staring at him, he felt like he had nowhere to hide.
Mingle picked and chose with his chopsticks, swinging two pieces of green vegetables on them, but he just wouldn't put them in his mouth.
Geng Zhao felt like he was sitting on pins and needles. Wasn't Young Master Ming the financial sponsor? Why did he have the illusion that Lou Ye was taking care of the child?
Is this really right?
"Brother Lou, if Lele has nothing else to do, I'll go back first, okay?"
Lou Ye: “Yeah.”
Mingle seemed to have found an excuse and didn't even eat: "I'll take you out!"
Lou Ye knew what he was thinking, but he didn't bother to care.
When Mingle came back from sending the people to the elevator, the dishes on the table had been cleared away and Lou Ye was washing dishes in the kitchen.
Lou Ye is pretty easy to fool, unlike at home, where the housekeeper has to watch him eat it all before he’s done.
"Do you want me to help you wash the dishes?" He came to Lou Ye's place to eat and drink for free, as if he had to do some work.
Lou Ye didn't even raise his eyelids, his bony fingers covered in white foam: "No, I don't want to spend money on another set of dishes."
Ming Le curled his lips: "What do you mean, do you dislike me?"
Lou Ye looked back at him. Isn’t this an obvious problem?
If this man wasn't his idol, he wouldn't be willing to treat him like this. Ming Le really wanted to kick him.
"Pack your schoolbag and I'll take you home." Lou Ye said after draining the sink and washing his hands.
Ming Le didn't even move. He stammered, "I want to stay with you for a while. My mom and brother are not at home."
If there was someone at home, he wouldn't bother looking for Lou Ye to play.
He buried his head and spoke in a voice as soft as a kitten, looking a little pitiful.
Lou Ye suddenly felt that he seemed to have said something wrong.
He knew that Mingle's father had died very early, and he only had his brother and mother, who were probably too busy with work to take care of him.
Otherwise, she wouldn't talk about her uncle all the time, and even their previous support agreement was with Shu Yuquan.
Lou Ye sighed inwardly.
"I don't have time to take care of you when you're here with me."
Ming Le went up to him playfully, pulling Lou Ye's hand and shaking it: "I'm not a three-year-old child, I don't need anyone to supervise me."
"Besides, I'm your financial backer, and you haven't joined the group yet. Your first priority is to accompany me, okay?"
He keeps saying this, and Lou Ye is a little speechless.
Letting Mingle hang on his arm, Lou Ye went to the living room: "Then you should do your homework first, we'll talk later."
Ming Le originally wanted him to take him out for a walk, but he was still a little full after dinner, so he didn't mention it since he saw that he had something important to do.
"All right."
He took out the test paper from his schoolbag, crossed his legs, put a pillow on top of them, and started writing the test paper.
He lowered his head, his hairy head, and Lou Ye saw his small white ears, which were quite cute.
He is quite obedient.
With this strange thought in mind, Lou Ye shifted his gaze and looked at the script on the table in front of him.
Lou Ye's phone, which was placed on the sofa, vibrated twice, but he didn't bother to look at it.
After several minutes, Mingle, who was concentrating on doing his homework, raised his head and saw Lou Ye reading the script with an expressionless face.
You're so focused that you don't even check the messages on your phone?
Lou Ye usually doesn't hesitate to reply to his messages.
He put down the pillow and homework, knelt on the sofa and moved closer quietly, reaching out his fingers to touch other people's phones.
He lifted the finger that Lou Ye had placed at his side to unlock it. Lou Ye sighed helplessly and put down the script.
Did he think he wouldn't find out?
"It is very bad to peek into other people's privacy."
"I'm your financial backer, your privacy is not private to me." Ming Le chuckled twice, his eyes were bright, and his dimples made people want to poke them. Thinking of this, Lou Ye reached out and poked him as if possessed.
Mingle: ? ?
Although he didn't understand the behavior, Mingle cooperated and rubbed Lou Ye's slender index finger a few times.
"You pressed the wrong button. I asked you to unlock the screen." Mingle kindly reminded.
Lou Ye's heart rumbled, and he abruptly withdrew his hand, somewhat losing his composure.
He avoided her gaze, turned on his phone, lowered his head and didn't dare to look at Ming Le again.
Mingle rubbed his face randomly, confused?
Lou Ye clicked on the content of the message, and his cold expression instantly broke. Ming Le noticed that his ears turned red, and he leaned over to take a look out of curiosity.
Lou Ye immediately turned off his phone and stuffed it into his pocket, trying to hide his mistake. "No, nothing!"
This damn girl Lou Xi will be dead soon!
The phone vibrated rapidly several times, but Lou Ye ignored it.
Ming Le curiously tried to grab his phone: "I think I saw two little people stuck together. A cartoon?"
He likes reading comics very much, but the good comics are updated very slowly and it is very difficult to wait.
"You're seeing things!" Lou Ye raised his voice to defend himself, making his attempt to cover up his mistake even more obvious.
"Your ears are red." Ming Le shouted.
Lou Ye stood up from the sofa and looked down at him: "If you keep talking nonsense, I will take you back now."
Ming Le snorted. He didn't want to ask: "I won't ask."
Lou Ye's clenched fists finally loosened.
Ming Le glanced at him several times and said shockingly, "I'm not going home tonight. I'm going to sleep here with you."
"What did you say?" Lou Ye frowned, almost thinking he had misheard.
Mingle pursed his lips and said nothing, but his attitude was very stubborn.
For a moment, neither of them spoke.
Lou Ye's phone rang again, and Ming Le quickly reminded him cleverly: "You have another message, let's check and see if it's about work."
Lou Ye glanced at him warily and clicked on the voice message in WeChat.
When Lou Ye heard what was said, his face turned dark.
Lou Xi: "Why can't we withdraw? Ahhhh, I'm dying, I'm dying!"
"Brother, my WeChat account was hacked! Seriously, trust me, I'm so unlucky! The person who hacked my account is so morally corrupt. Don't read the nonsense they posted!"
Lou Xi's screams and words of explanation came, and Lou Ye's face became more and more ugly.
Ming Le held his chin and listened to the noise. Oh, it should be Lou Ye’s sister. Why are the two siblings so different in personality?
Lou Ye replied bluntly: "WeChat was hacked. Who could have hacked your WeChat? Do you remember your login password?"
There was silence from the other end, and no message came in for a long time.
Lou Ye was so angry that he put her on the blacklist. She was already in her third year of high school, but she didn't focus on her studies and just kept watching these vulgar and pornographic things.
The content is about two men and a little girl. I wonder what she is thinking about all day?
I was stupid enough to send him the comics.
Ming Le sat on the sofa, following Lou Ye with his eyes. After Lou Ye finished scolding one person, he realized there was another one in the room.
His face was cold and hard: "Pack your things, I'll take you home."
"If you don't obey, I'll call Mr. Shu and ask him to pick you up."
Ming Le frowned fiercely. He had already said that he would not go back, but Lou Ye kept driving him away again and again. How much did he dislike him?
"Are you threatening me with my uncle?" Ming Le was not afraid of Shu Yuquan, but he just couldn't stand Lou Ye's attitude.
This guy was obviously not like this just now. He kissed Lou Ye, but this guy didn't get angry. He even seemed shy.
This is so difficult to deal with, he is very angry!
The fluffy, slightly curly hair on his head seemed to be a little explosive: "Lou Ye, I am your financial sponsor. It was me who asked my uncle to give you the resources so that you can film. Why don't you like me?"
There's that arrogant young master look again.
Lou Ye looked at him without saying anything, his eyes, as light as glass, seemed cold and unapproachable.
Mingle was a little timid, but he kept talking.
"Do you know that there are a lot of people who like me in school? Yesterday, the class beauty from another class even wrote me a love letter."
This is true. In high school, classmates didn't seem to care much about family background. Mingle was a good student with a good personality and a cute and pleasing appearance. There were indeed many girls who liked him.
"Just you, I like you, and you still despise me!"
The young master's clear voice rang in my ears, 'I like you, I like you, I like you...'
The coldness in his eyes slowly melted away, Lou Ye curled his lips, and his mood strangely improved: "Who would like a childish ghost?"
Ming Le is actually very good at reading people's expressions. Lou Ye was obviously angry because he said some impolite words just now, but now his aura has inexplicably become gentle again?
This person is soft-hearted and doesn't respond to harshness?
He jumped to the other end of the sofa in two or three steps, opened his schoolbag and rummaged through it several times, and he actually found a pink envelope with a heart printed on it.
Lou Ye frowned and narrowed his thin eyelids.
Mingle opened the letter and proudly waved it in front of Louye, who smelled a faint scent of peach perfume.
He couldn't see the content clearly at a glance, but when Lou Ye looked at it, he felt that the handwriting was beautiful, and the owner of the letter should be a quiet and beautiful girl.
Humph, the love between young men and women is really beautiful.
"Dear Ming, I am... oh, I can't tell you this, it involves a girl's privacy... If you also like me, please write me back."
Ming Le recited with a proud look in his eyes and with great emotion. If he had a tail behind him, it would probably have stood up.
He didn't notice that Lou Ye's eyes were becoming more and more dangerous.
"See, I didn't lie." After reading it, Ming Le carefully folded it up and put it in his schoolbag. He had to return it to the person on Monday. He didn't like that girl, so he had to make it clear to her.
Seeing his cautious attitude, Lou Ye said with a bit of dissatisfaction: "Is that class beauty pretty?"
Ming Le hummed and asked, "They are all class beauties. Do you think they are beautiful?"
But he didn't feel that way. They both had two eyes and one mouth, but they said the big mouth was pretty.
Lou Ye snorted coldly: "Oh, so, you are going to fall in love early?"
Mingle zipped up his schoolbag. What was Lou Ye thinking? Did he have to fall in love prematurely just because someone was pretty?
What is the connection between the two?
He didn't care and pouted, not bothering to answer the question.
Not saying anything, does that mean you admit it?
Lou Ye was furious and walked over to him, took out the envelope from his schoolbag, spread it out, and started taking pictures with his mobile phone.
Mingle was dumbfounded.
what?
Lou Ye said calmly, "This is evidence of my crime. If you have a premature love affair, I will send it to your uncle. I believe your mother will discipline you."
It’s really fucked up!
Lou Ye is such a sinister bastard!
Mingle is not afraid of Shu Yuquan, but he is afraid of his mother. His mother said that he can do anything and it doesn’t matter if he doesn’t study, but she just doesn’t allow him to fall in love too early.
Ming Le's pupils were shining with anger. He jumped onto Lou Ye and hung on his shoulders.
Lou Ye paused for a moment, afraid that Ming Le would fall to the ground and cry out in pain, so he could only use his hands to protect Ming Le's back.
"Come down."
Ming Le wrapped his legs tightly around Lou Ye's lean and powerful waist: "If you don't get down, I'll bite you to death!"
The weather has been very cold recently, and Lou Ye was wearing a sweater. Ming Le bit his shoulder with his teeth, and it didn't hurt, but it was a little itchy.
If it likes to bite people so much, how is it different from the snowball he raised?
Lou Ye protected his waist. The young master was probably furious. Even biting him several times was not enough to vent his anger. He hung on him like a silkworm pupa.
Lou Ye's gaze followed Ming Le's fluffy head downwards, and the round-necked plush sweatshirt revealed the back of his fair and slender neck.
The position where the palm was placed moved downwards unconsciously. The whole body was very thin, the waist was also very thin, but the curve downwards was round.
Lou Ye's ears turned red as he thought of something. Ming Le moved suddenly, his body stiffened, and he quickly pulled the person off him in a panic.
He is really finished...
Mingle was no longer angry after all the fuss. Seeing Louye's unnatural movements, he asked in confusion, "What are you doing?"
"Nothing, you want to stay overnight? There's only one bed in the house, so I'll sleep on the sofa." Lou Ye said as he stepped into the room with his long legs to change his sheets and quilt cover.
Are you agreeing so easily now?
Mingle followed him in.
He watched Lou Ye neatly smooth out such a large quilt and put it into the duvet cover, and he felt that it was very impressive.
He had never put on a quilt before. If he were asked to do this job, he would have to crawl into the quilt completely to complete the task.
"Actually, there's no need to go through so much trouble. We're both men, and nothing will happen if we sleep together," he muttered.
“…”
Lou Ye has now lost his temper because of him.
Nothing would happen if two men slept together, but Mingle had just kissed her? Would two men who were in a normal relationship do that?
It's really fun to tease him.
It was already late, Mingle went to the living room to answer a phone call.
The housekeeper called and said that the lady asked if Mingle had slept.
Mingle glanced at Lou Ye's busy figure, who was looking for clean pajamas for him.
"Oh, Uncle Li, I'm doing homework at a classmate's house. Yeah, I know I'll be back."
Lou Ye turned around and looked at Ming Le a few times.
Little liar, little cheater.
The housekeeper's tone was filled with worry: "Master, you haven't been home lately, and Madam has noticed."
Mingle didn't care: "Oh, it's okay. If Mom asks you again, just let her call me herself."
The butler sighed again. What else could he do besides this?
After Ming Le finished his instructions, he hung up the phone and followed Lou Ye like a tail.
"I've put your pajamas on the bed, and there are new toiletries in the bathroom."
Mingle was holding a black silk pajamas. This model was obviously Lou Ye’s, but it was too big and he couldn’t wear it.
He subconsciously smelled it and found it had been washed, with a faint scent of laundry detergent.
Hehe, but then again, these are the pajamas worn by his idol!
Lou Ye saw his actions and thought he was disgusted: "There's no new one, so just wear what you have?"
"Go take a shower yourself?" He seriously suspected that a young master who had everything handed to him needed someone to help him take a shower?
"Hehe, you don't have to help me with this. I would be shy." Mingle buried his face in his pajamas and spoke vaguely.
Lou Ye's face was full of black lines. He had no intention of serving.
Mingle went into the bathroom to take a shower, and the sound of water dripping could be heard...
Lou Ye was in the living room, glancing in his direction from time to time.
Mingle took almost an hour to come out, with a white towel on his head, his face steamed by the hot air from the bathroom, and his eyes wet.
The pajamas he was wearing were long and wide, and he rolled up his sleeves high, revealing a section of his white arms.
The trouser legs were too long, almost stepping on them when walking, but that was not the point. The point was that Mingle's walking posture was awkward.
There was something wrong with the expression on his face.
"What should I wear underneath?" Mingle felt empty down there and didn't feel safe at all.
As soon as he came out, Lou Ye also saw the problem: "You can't wear mine."
Ming Le glared at him, implying that he was small: "Do you think you are so big?"
The problem is obvious.
Lou Ye: "Not wearing it, just for one night?"
Ming Le glared at him again, but it seemed that he had no choice but to make do with it. His underwear was already wet and he couldn't wear it anymore.
Seeing Lou Ye holding a quilt and putting it on the sofa, Ming Le became unhappy again. It would be so uncomfortable for Lou Ye to sleep on the sofa with his height, with his legs sticking out. But this person would rather feel uncomfortable than sleep with him.
I hate it so much.
His eyes rolled slightly, his lips curved and he tilted his head, his dimples showing again: "I'll just sleep on the sofa. If I had known that I would be so wronged by Brother Lou Ye, I would have gone back."
"It's all my fault. Did I cause trouble for Brother Louye?"
His dark eyes stared at Lou Ye, his crow-feather-like eyelashes drooped slightly, and his rosy lips opened and closed gently.
Lou Ye's Adam's apple rolled twice, and he felt something was wrong.
"It's okay, it's not a big deal."
Except for the times when the young master speaks in an irritating way, he is quite well behaved in most cases.
"Then I want you to sleep with me." Ming Le said firmly, "This is mentioned in our contract."
Lou Ye had a complicated expression. This was mentioned in the contract, but he always thought Ming Le would not require it.
"Master Ming..." Lou Ye hesitated, not feeling humiliated. He was confused, and he couldn't even explain this feeling.
Hearing that he had changed his address, Mingle smiled wickedly: "Hmm?"
So this is what it feels like to bully an honest person?
Mingle felt that he was so bad, but he wanted to be even worse!
"I'll wait for you in the room!"
When Lou Ye heard him say these words again, he even felt a little numb.
He watched Mingle sneak into the room and throw himself onto the bed. He didn't feel uncomfortable at all in someone else's home and was very familiar.
Lou Ye followed him into the room.
Ming Le twisted his body a few times and buried his head in the black quilt: "Wow, Brother Lou Ye, the bed is full of your smell, it smells so good."
Lou Ye: “…”
What does he smell like?
He had already changed the sheets and quilt covers, so what kind of smell could there be? But as long as the young master didn't mind, that was fine.
"It's getting late, you should go to bed." Lou Ye said lightly.
He will return this hot potato early tomorrow morning.
Mingle turned over, staring at the ceiling, and turned a deaf ear to Lou Ye's words.
It's too monotonous. There's no bright color in the room except black, white and gray.
His taste in men is really worrying.
Mingle patted the seat next to him and said, "Come up quickly. I've reserved most of the space for you."
Lou Ye felt helpless, so he walked over, lifted the quilt and got into bed.
He was glad that he had bought a bed that was big enough.
Mingle lay obediently beside him and stopped bothering him, mainly because he was really sleepy.
Lou Ye glanced at the young man next to him. He couldn't calm down and had no desire to sleep at all.
Mingle was covered with a quilt, revealing only a fair and clear face. Her thick eyelashes cast a shadow, and her rosy lips were pursed, giving her a very well-behaved and harmless look.
He thought inappropriately of the two boys' erotic comics Lou Xi had just sent him on WeChat...
"It's really crazy." Lou Ye put down the script in his hand and placed it on the bedside, then lay down in a depressed mood.
Mingle vaguely heard some noise, his upturned nose wrinkled, he turned over, curled up and continued to sleep.
Lou Ye felt guilty for a moment, and seeing that he was not awake, he raised his hand to the head of the bed and turned off the light in the room.
The room was quiet and dark.
…
Lou Ye's biological clock has always been punctual. The next day, before he even opened his eyes, he felt a warm source in his arms.
He opened his eyelids and saw the young man in his arms resting his head on his arm, with his legs stretched over his waist, sleeping in an awkward position.
His arms were a little numb, and Lou Ye's face stiffened. How could he sleep in this position?
It is obvious that the two of them did not disturb each other before going to bed.
Mingle licked his lips and his cheeks flushed. He felt very hot, his whole body was hot, as if there was a big heater sticking to him. He felt a little uncomfortable.
"Stop it." Ming Le muttered incoherently, raised his hand and slapped Lou Ye accurately on the side of the face.
The force is not strong and the sound is crisp.
Lou Ye originally wanted to pull him out of his arms, but now he didn't dare to move. He stared at the person in his arms in a daze.
The only sound in the room besides Ming Le's shallow breathing was Lou Ye's strong but irregular heartbeat.
Ming Le frowned, moved his body twice, feeling a little uncomfortable, and opened his eyes quickly.
Suddenly, their eyes met.
Their bodies were pressed together, and Lou Ye didn't even have time to separate the distance between them.
Ming Le was half asleep, his vision darting around. How did he end up sleeping in someone's arms? And... why were his pants a little wet...
No way?!
They had taken physiology classes, so he understood.
He wouldn't let something so embarrassing happen in front of Lou Ye!
Ming Le's face was red, and he felt uncomfortable and sticky under his body. He looked at Lou Ye at a loss.
He was still wearing Lou Ye’s pajamas!
It’s over, I’ve made my idol’s pants dirty!
"You, let me go first." Ming Le's face turned even redder and she pushed Lou Ye's chest.
Lou Ye pulled his arm out from under his head: "You were the one who got into my arms."
He had no intention of taking advantage of the young master.
"Then I'll just say sorry."
Mingle sat up, and the wet and cold feeling became more obvious. He wrapped himself tightly with the quilt, revealing his little face, with his dark and bright eyes rolling around.
"Brother Lou Ye, I'm hungry. Can you go out and make breakfast for me first?" He begged in a soft voice, making it difficult to refuse.
Lou Ye felt that she was not a maid. But seeing that the young master was so obedient, she got out of bed unconsciously.
Lou Ye opened the door of the room.
Mingle breathed a sigh of relief, thankfully he hadn't been discovered. He quickly lifted the quilt and took a look, fortunately nothing was there.
Hurry up, destroy the body and get rid of all traces!
"What do you want to eat?" The door of the room opened and Lou Ye turned around and asked again.
Mingle raised his breath again, his eyes wide open with nervousness, his fingers clenched the black bed sheet, afraid of being noticed: "Porridge, I want to drink porridge!"
"I understand." Lou Ye closed the door.
"It's over, it's over!" Mingle jumped out of bed in a hurry, spinning around barefoot.
He took off his pajamas and they were indeed dirty. Ming Le thought guiltily, would Lou Ye beat him up?
He will go out later and throw the clothes he is wearing into the washing machine while Lou Ye is not paying attention, so no one will notice!
But isn't he going to run naked now?
Mingle was holding his pants in his hands with his bare legs, regretting his decision so much. He should have gone back last night.
But he didn't know this would happen, and the probability of this happening was obviously very low.
"Mingle, your clothes are already..." Lou Ye pushed the door open and saw the young master sticking out his white butt, wondering what he was looking for in his closet.
Then I saw the pajamas crumpled into a ball and thrown on the ground.
"Ahhhh! Why didn't you knock before coming in?!" Ming Le crawled into the bed in shame and anger, "Get out now!"
Lou Ye was used to it and never thought of knocking on the door at home.
Seeing this scene, he couldn't help but feel his ears getting hot, and he felt as embarrassed as Ming Le.
He just came in to tell Le that his clothes had dried and were ready to wear, but who knew that when he came in he would see the young master with bare legs and buttocks.
What kind of hobby is this?
Lou Ye resigned himself to his fate and bent down to pick up a pile of pajamas. His fingers felt a wet mark on them and his mind froze.
Ming Le wrapped himself up tightly, and now his two eyes were exposed. He exploded when he saw it: "You, you still touched it!"
Lou Ye's heart pounded, and he realized what he had done. He quickly threw it away as if he was holding a bomb that could explode at any time.
"I'm going to die, Lou Ye, I hate you so much, it's so embarrassing..." Ming Le's eyes were red and tears were about to fall.
No wonder he felt uncomfortable last night, as if he was being pressed down by a volcano and couldn't breathe.
It was also very hot, so hot that he couldn't help shivering. It was all Lou Ye's fault!
Mingle didn't know that his young and tender body couldn't withstand any touch or test.
Lou Ye curled his fingers, as if he could still feel the wet touch. He froze in place, looking at the young master with messy hair, tears sliding down his fair cheeks, and suddenly his pupils constricted.
"Are you dreaming?"
Mingle had never been so embarrassed before, and cried bitterly: "What does it have to do with you? Get out now!"
The young master has grown up. Yesterday he said that a beautiful girl wrote him a love letter to express her love for him, but today he had a wet dream.
what does that mean?
Lou Ye's face was a little dark, and his breathing became heavier. Lying in his own bed, thinking about someone else?
"What's wrong with you?" Mingle wiped his tears and asked crying.
Why does your face look bad again? He is not angry yet.
Lou Ye said in a cold tone: "Get up and have breakfast."
Mingle was no longer sad and sat on the bed with a confused look on his face.
After a while, Lou Ye brought in the clothes he took off last night and threw them to him.
The attitude is still very bad.
The clothes were neatly folded and had a faint scent of Lou Ye's laundry detergent.
His underwear was there too.
Mingle blinked and said innocently, "You washed it for me?"
Lou Ye said solemnly: "Washed in the washing machine!"
Mingle started to put on his shirt and muttered, "Mom said it's unhygienic to machine wash underwear..."
Lou Ye was too lazy to pay attention to him. Did he want him to say that he was afraid that the young master had nothing to wear today? He saw a small piece of white cloth crumpled into a ball and thrown in the bathroom last night, so he couldn't help but rub it.
It's so childish, and it even has cartoon patterns printed on it.
If it were in the past, Lou Ye would never have thought that there would be a day when he would serve others like this.
But now... he must have owed Mingle in his previous life.
Lou Ye left the room silently. Ming Le lingered inside for a few minutes, put on his clothes and pants, and followed him out.
For a moment, neither of them spoke.
He just casually said that he wanted to eat porridge, and Lou Ye was really cooking it in a clay pot. He could smell the fragrance in the living room.
He was now a little ashamed in front of this person and wanted to run away secretly.
"After breakfast, I'll take you home." Lou Ye came out of the kitchen, served him porridge and took a spoon.
Ming Le dangled his feet under the table and said guiltily, "Don't bother, Brother Lou Ye. I'll just ask the driver to pick me up."
Lou Ye glanced at him without saying anything, then walked into the room.
Mingle stared at him.
After a while, Mingle threw all the pajamas and last night's sheets into the washing machine.
When Mingle saw this, his face turned red and he wanted to bury himself in the bowl of porridge.
Seeing him so embarrassed, Lou Ye's depressed mood seemed to improve a little. He found it a bit funny and even wanted to tease his young master.
"You haven't experienced this before?" he asked teasingly.
Ming Le was startled, then realized what he said and frowned: "Very rarely. I can't remember the last time."
Lou Ye coughed and said seriously, "Well, it's normal for teenage boys to be like this."
Mingle of course knew it was normal, but he still felt embarrassed.
"Don't tell anyone else, or I'll be embarrassed."
Lou Ye clicked his tongue. He wasn't so bored as to reveal the young master's private affairs to others.
He glanced at the empty bowl in front of Mingle and filled another bowl for him. He wasn't picky, but he seemed quite easy to feed.
Ming Le wanted to say something but stopped himself, as he had something to ask Lou Ye.
Lou Ye sat down in front of him and drank the porridge with a spoon. The young master opened and closed his mouth again and again but did not speak.
"What do you want to ask?"
Mingle was so conflicted. He was too embarrassed to tell his mother about this, and Mingche would definitely laugh at him.
"Will that happen often?"
Lou Ye understood the hidden meaning: "...This kind of thing depends on the individual."
It’s the same as not answering.
"Will you feel the same way?" Mingle looked at him seriously and asked sincerely.
Lou Ye almost spit out the porridge in his mouth. What kind of questions are these?
Mingle quickly got him a tissue: "Wipe it off quickly, are you burned?!"
Lou Ye took it and wiped the corner of his mouth, his expression complicated: "I am an adult now."
This kind of thing is only common during adolescence.
Mingle narrowed his eyes slightly, supporting his chin with one hand while stirring the bowl with a spoon with the other: "Oh."
"So do you usually do it with your hands?"
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