The Rich and Vicious Male Partner Tore Off the Script [ Danmei MTL ]

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Luo Zhixing thought a lot, but rarely happened in the real situation.

After all, Luo Zhixing couldn't stand it before he waited for the older school flower to act like a coquettish.

According to the original plan, he should open the lid outside the laboratory and seduce the people inside. 

Then, looking at Su Qingyuan who was pale with expectation and shy eyes, he hooked up the flower again and asked him to call "Brother". 

Luo Zhixing even thought of Su Qingyuan's tiny movements, such as scratching the corners of his clothes, fluffing his hair, and so on.

Luo Zhixing laughed wildly, but the chicken soup was almost cold, and the people inside were unmoved.

He was awakened by a scoop of cold water, thinking that Su Qingyuan was working on a project many years ago, and he almost starved to death in the laboratory.

"Look at my memory!" Luo Zhixing quickly went to the laboratory and forcibly carried the person out.

Su Qingyuan, who was studying attentively, was suddenly carried by Luo Zhixing, but the whole person had not yet reacted. 

A pair of strong hands tightened his waist, and the palms glowed, dispelling the cold stiffness from the body.

Luo Zhixing was afraid that he knocked his head against the door, protecting it with the back of his hand. 

When the two people were so close, the faint scent of Su Qingyuan's shampoo reached Luo Zhixing's ear tips, which produced an effect no less than "grabbing at the corner of the clothes" and "little hair".

He was upset, but he was at home. 

The touch of his fingers was soft and delicate, and his tight waist seemed to be broken. Luo Zhixing swallowed his saliva, saying that he was thin again.

From the experiment, Luo Zhixing put him on a stool, arranged the chicken soup and rice in order, turned around and took him a cup of warm water and handed it to him.

"After a busy day, it's time to drink some water and eat a meal."

Su Qingyuan held warm water in both hands, his eyes drooped, his pale rose-colored lips gently blowing on the warm water. 

There were crystal clear drops of water on his lips, which seemed full and moist. He breathed out a little tiredly, and his reaction was slower than usual. 

Luo Zhixing sat opposite him, and every time Su Qingyuan breathed out, his adam's apple moved.

Finally, Luo Zhixing couldn't stand it anymore, and grabbed the hot water.

"You eat first, I'll blow it for you."

"Oh."

Su Qingyuan picked up the bowl, chopsticks sandwiched rice grains, eating in small bites, very slow, but with a touch of elegance.

Luo Zhixing didn't think he was too slow, but watching him eat such a small bite, Luo Zhixing always felt itchy throat. 

He split into two sensibly, and on the one hand he berated himself, "Is it interesting to watch a man eat?", on the other side he found something interesting, "It looks like he eats..."

Luo Zhixing shook his head, returned to his hand, and absently gave him two breaths.

The temperature from the water cup in his hand made Luo Zhixing feel cold, but Su Qingyuan still felt hot. 

Luo Zhixing murmured.

"Squeamish."

But when his hand accidentally touched the back of Su Qingyuan's hand, he paused.