[BL]Ban All Singles

Chapter 32

Warm lips. The petals are printed on the skin on the back of the hand, a little touch... rough? ?

No no no, this is not the point.

Logically speaking, this is not the first time Wen Qiuxing has been kissed by the ‘other party’. Although the other party does not know, the fact is that when Will kissed the back of his hand, his thoughts were: art, hypocrisy!

In front of him, His Majesty kissed the back of his hand: panic, scalp tingling...

The reason is very simple, the other party thought he was courting, but in fact he just... wanted to prove something.

People on earth cried.

But it doesn't seem to matter if you think about it, no matter, let's just pass by and talk about it.

Feng Ting kissed Little Sweetheart's hand and didn't want to let go. Instead, he continued to gently hold it in his palm. Anyway, the other party had already shown his love to him, so he could give him some response.

"It's cold and cold here," Wen Qiuxing said, shrinking his neck and jumping off the table. By the way, he pulled out the hand that was gripped by the other party and patted the butt.

"Well." Feng Ting agreed, empty palms were a bit lost.

The two of them went out of the womb and saw the sun again. The young man who wasn't afraid of the cold before suddenly had goose bumps, only to remember that it was not the same as before.

After this broken body became pregnant, there were some differences in details.

I can't tell you specifically, but I will feel it, and he has a baby in his stomach.

Wen Qiuxing touched his flat belly.

His Majesty the King walking beside the dark-haired young man, trying to think of a topic, turned his head to talk to Little Sweetheart, but he just saw the other side touching his stomach.

"What's wrong with you?" His eyes flashed slightly.

"It's okay." Wen Qiuxing's mouth was stiff, and he almost forgot that this big boss didn't know he was pregnant.

But he didn't want to expose this matter until he got the truth.

"Really?" His Majesty the King said coldly: "Do you want to conceive my heir?"

"What...?" Wen Qiuxing froze the whole person, still calm: "How do you know...I can..."

This thing is not written on the forehead.

"You are so petite." Feng Ting took Wen Qiuxing's hand again, and his tone was a little bit beating: "Not as petite as you."

Wen Qiuxing: "..."

If the other party does not speak, it is the default meaning of the court.

"It's difficult to bear my child." The man hugged the young man's thin and flexible waist and brought the other person to himself: "But I will work hard."

Wen Qiuxing: You work hard to shovel!

Is Lao Tzu already on? ?

In this way, the two men walked together to the place where Feng Ting usually exercised.

It was a large venue, divided into indoor and outdoor parts.

After coming here, Wen Qiuxing immediately spotted the rest area in front of the floor-to-ceiling window.

"I'm reading my diary here," the young man nestled on a sunny sofa like a cat and waved at the blond man with a big body: "Go and toss yourself, remember to call me when you go."