At the same time, in the room of the twins of the Xiao family, Xiao Yan was holding the English magazine that he had not finished reading. He calmly accompanied his brother in his rage while reading the magazine.
Objectively speaking, Xiao Yan had not seen Xiao Yan so angry for a long time. This guy had been a devil since he was a child. He killed everyone wherever he went. Especially when it came to Xiao Mo, Xiao Yan had never been defeated like today...
Not to mention that he was defeated twice in one day.
It seemed that Xiao Yan was really mad at that man tonight. At this moment, he was sitting on the upper bunk of the double bed, grabbing an imported limited edition teddy bear that was half the size of his body and pounding it against the wall. He was howling like "Ah ... When Xiao Yan finally had enough of slamming the teddy bear against the wall, without any warning, the bear grabbed the teddy bear's neck and pressed it hard on the bed - like a lunatic, he climbed onto the teddy doll with a grunt, and Xiao Yan began to slap the teddy bear's chubby and cute face left and right -
He slapped very seriously, and each slap was accompanied by a palm wind and full of hatred. It seemed that at this moment, the cute bear face had turned into a disgusting face in the eyes of the twin brother, with a lazy smile on the face and black eyes flashing with teasing -
[Son, have you found that you seem to be fantasizing about your dad. ]
...
No!
You are talking nonsense!
I obviously like big-breasted girls! ! ! !
He was screaming and roaring in his heart, and his movements suddenly froze. The fist of the fifth-grade brat that was punching the teddy bear's face suddenly stopped a few millimeters away from the triangular nose. Then, as if he suddenly thought of something bad, Xiao Yan's face turned pale and his body shook--
"Ah ... Smashed towards Xiao Yan's face -
The latter caught it easily, turned around and placed the poor teddy bear safely on the chair he had just sat on, saying: "At this time, you should say 'angry' instead of 'angry'. Have you really learned Chinese well?"
"What?" Xiao Yan raised his chin and snorted, "Of course I have!"
"Yes, I think you are very good at swearing."
"Hey...!" Xiao Yan raised his eyebrows and was about to refute, but after thinking for a while, his usual cunning smile was on his face. When he spoke again, it was surprising that a string of fluent English with a very standard London accent came out of the mouth of this naughty kid who had just scored a magical number of 15 points in the elementary school English test. Xiao Yan looked proud and said, "Brother, don't you know that when learning a new language, of course you should start by learning the swear words of that language. ]
"...Xiao Mo said that we should speak Mandarin at home, didn't you hear me?"
Hearing the extremely familiar English, Xiao Yan was silent for a moment and then frowned, as if he just remembered something and asked his brother: "What happened to your English score in the final exam last semester? How could something of that level allow you to get a score of 15 points..."
"I played PSP all night before the exam," Xiao Yan crossed his arms and switched back to speaking Chinese, although he was reluctant. He sat cross-legged on his bed and looked down at his brother, saying without any guilt, "In the end, I only had time to write my name and the first few listening questions in the exam room before I fell asleep out of boredom."
Xiao Yan: "..."
Seeing his brother remained silent, Xiao Yan sat on the bed and swept away his previous angry expression. He laughed heartlessly like a duck: "What's funny is that the old man actually thought that I was just this level - hey, he said it very smoothly at that time. I think he might have lost his memory to the point that he had completely forgotten when the Xiao family brought us back to K City from the UK... Otherwise, how could he have the nerve to put on that disgusting face of "giving birth to you, raising you and bringing you up" in front of me..."
As if he was completely indifferent to Xiao Yan's words, Xiao Yan yawned again, and looked at the wall clock and found that the time was almost half past twelve in the middle of the night... Damn, I still have to go to school tomorrow.
Walking around the chair with a teddy bear sitting behind him, the older twin brother turned off the desk lamp. When the room fell into darkness, Xiao Yan climbed onto the lower bunk of the double bunk bed and lay down in the moonlight from the bay window. He adjusted himself to a comfortable position and then slowly said, "You seem to be the only one who has doubted whether Xiao Mo has really lost his memory from the beginning to the end..."
"Don't give me that." Xiao Yan said disdainfully. Even though he couldn't see his face at this time, Xiao Yan could imagine his brother's disdainful look. The former's voice floated down from the upper bunk, "When I found out that this guy was coming to pick us up, I wanted to kindly remind you that your frown can kill flies..."
"That's why I think he really lost his memory."
"..."
"I even think he has changed into a different person."
Xiao Yan's voice sounded very calm - as if he was discussing a stranger from the beginning to the end instead of his father.
Xiao Yan listened to his brother speaking so calmly in the lower bunk, but he couldn't help shivering. He made a face full of disgust at the ceiling and said, "Don't tell ghost stories at this time!"
Xiao Yan in the lower bunk didn't answer him. If the older twin brother hadn't turned over gently at this time, Xiao Yan would have almost thought he had fallen asleep - but Xiao Yan, who knew his brother's nature very well, knew that Xiao Yan was not going to say more to him, so he pouted his lips in boredom and didn't bother to pursue it any further. Xiao Yan didn't help him to blame the old man just now...
Lying on the bed without any sleep, Xiao Yan began to get irritated for no reason again. He raised his hand and scratched the pillow randomly, but surprisingly grabbed nothing. The naughty child was stunned, and then he remembered that the teddy bear that usually placed beside the pillow had been used as a "weapon" to throw Xiao Yan to the lower bunk. He cursed in his heart and turned over heavily without caring. He closed his eyes, but his mind was still full of messy pictures.
Just then, Xiao Yan suddenly remembered that the Barbie doll set that he promised to give to Lu Mingxi in the afternoon seemed to have not been implemented yet.
"Fuck!"
This time, Xiao Yan cursed sincerely.
It was unbelievable that I could be so easily messed up by that old man that I forgot all the important things. Tomorrow, that stinky girl would definitely scold me to death. Maybe she would even give me the reputation of "not keeping my word" and spread it everywhere... When Xiao Yan thought of this, he suddenly felt overwhelmed...
He grabbed the quilt and covered his head tightly. At this moment, Xiao Yan wished that tomorrow would not dawn!
At this time, Xiao Yan, who was sleeping in the lower bunk, had already made a long and steady breath... Maybe he fell asleep?
Xiao Yan listened carefully for a while under the quilt, thought about some messy things, and cursed the damn old man countless times in his heart. Before he knew it, he fell asleep like this.
And in this chaotic situation, Xiao Yan actually had a dream.
This kind of dream was something Xiao Yan had never dreamed of before.
In the dream, he was naked and seemed to be staying on a huge bed for some reason.
In the dream, he was no longer an eleven-year-old kid. He was tall and strong, with a nice bronze skin that looked good on sportsmen. When his back was naked, one could easily see the clear and beautiful muscle lines on his back. His shoulders were broad, and at this moment, he was supporting himself on the bed with one hand. Between him and the bed, someone seemed to be trapped...
Xiao Yan found that he didn't know who this person was.
He only knew that his figure in the dream seemed to completely cover this person. When his hand rubbed against the person's skin, the color that was more terrifying than milk and the delicate touch made him wish he would never take his hand away from this person's skin in his life. In the dream, his breathing began to become heavy, and his movements became more and more impatient and rough from the gentle ones at the beginning. He heard the person under him making a nice, crying-like sound because of his touch and ravage -
It was like a rabbit struggling helplessly under a tiger, making a weak and tempting resistance.
The man's thin lips parted slightly. For some reason, Xiao Yan subconsciously felt that his lips should be sweet. In order to prove his idea, he leaned down without hesitation and bit the lips hard...
It was indeed sweet.
As for the taste, it was a strange kind of sweetness. This concept of "sweet" seemed a bit too specific, for example, a bit like sweet soup.
In the dream, Xiao Yan's breathing was rapid. For some reason, somewhere below his lower abdomen was hot and swollen, as if the small universe was about to explode, and he wanted to find a warm and tight entrance to vent...
He began to plunder the man's lips without any method, until the thin lips were swollen and congested, and he even tasted the smell of blood. At the same time, his hands wandered around the man's delicate skin, leaving almost every part untouched... His big hand stayed on the man's chest, and he ravaged the bulge on the chest without any severity.
Hmm?
It doesn't feel right.
...Well, the only regret is that the chest of the person who was pressed under Xiao Yan at this moment, who almost drove him crazy and wanted to eat him alive, seemed to be much flatter than he imagined...
What a pity.
...But it doesn't matter, the arrow is on the string and has to be shot.
Xiao Yan in the dream thought regretfully, while raising his firm and beautiful buttocks, a completely hard place below began to poke under the man's body - Xiao Yan's breathing became heavier, and at the same time, his hand left his chest and began to slide down, sliding across Pingtan's lower abdomen, dense grass, to...
Huh?
Xiao Yan grabbed something fleshy in confusion and squeezed it. What the hell is this thing?
At this time, as if he finally had a clear idea, Xiao Yan lowered his head, and when he saw clearly that what he was holding in his hand was clearly a Er Liang Jun that he also had, his face turned green. He raised his head suddenly, but unexpectedly saw a face that made his hair stand up -
Black hair, black eyes, and the lazy smile on the corner of the lips were so familiar.
Except... at this time, the thin lips were bitten by him and were red and swollen, and there were crystal clear saliva everywhere that had not been swallowed in time.
When he found that Xiao Yan was looking at him with his eyes wide open, the black-haired man smiled slightly, took the initiative to move closer to him, and his cold and tall nose tip pressed against Xiao Yan's, rubbed it, raised the corner of his lips, and called affectionately -
"Son..."
Xiao Yan: "..."
A certain year, a certain month, a certain day, a certain morning
In the young master's room of the Xiao family mansion, on the bunk bed, an eleven-year-old kid suddenly jumped up from the bed - his face was full of horror, and his childish face was full of the collapse brought by the collapse of his outlook on life... Under the quilt, the wet feeling was very ruthless and silently reminded Xiao Yan what had happened.
Beside the bed, a sleepy face appeared.
Xiao Yan reached out from the bed, lifted the quilt of his brother who was still in a state of collapse, took a look, and then put it down calmly: "Oh, congratulations on growing up... Do you want some red bean soup?"
Xiao Yan: "..."
Xiao Yan, who had no idea what was going on, patted his brother: "Why are you reacting so strongly? It's just a wet dream..."
Hearing the word "wet dream", Xiao Yan shuddered as if he had heard a death curse. He turned his head to look at his twin brother who was lying on the bed and looking at him in confusion, showing an expression that looked like he was about to cry at any time-
"Xiao Yan..."
"What?"
"What should I do? I seem to be broken..."
"...Ah?"
One morning on a certain day of a certain year and month, Xiao Yan welcomed a completely new morning for him in a terrifying new posture.