After the heartthrob took the cannon fodder script

The cannon fodder attack in the rich and powerful (15)

　　Juezhou bit the back of Zhou Chenyu's hand.

　　The thick and curled eyelashes were wet with tears, and the color of the ears was crimson to gorgeous.

　　The game was about to start, Zhou Chenyu finally withdrew his hand and took a sniff.

　　"Drinking milk before going to bed?" he asked in a low voice.

　　The opposite Shi Du thought Zhou Chenyu was talking to him, and asked in confusion, "What?"

　　Zhou Chenyu: "I play the shooter position."

　　"Okay." Shi Du chose the jungler.

　　In order to increase the popularity, the live broadcast platform specially arranged for Shi Du, who is the most popular in the game area, to play a double row game with Zhou Shenyu.

　　The old fans in the live broadcast room felt that Shi Du was in a bad state recently, and even relied on Zhou Chenyu to bring him to fly.

　　The result of this round was the same as the previous round. Zhou Chenyu had the highest output in the game, and Shi Du was the second-to-last.

　　"Brother Zhou, I'm sorry." The boy bowed his head and apologized to Zhou Chenyu eagerly.

　　Zhou Shenyu smiled: "It doesn't matter."

　　Jue Zhou nestled in his arms, biting his lips, holding back his coquettish whimper.

　　The milky taste is too strong.

　　It seems that if you pinch his face lightly, he can make a soft snort, and if he bites his tender red lips again, he can suck out the faint taste of milk.

　　The tears of a person with a bad temper are the most tempting. The hot liquid fell on the back of Zhou Chenyu's hand and was licked clean by the latter.

　　At first, Juezhou was able to keep his voice down so as not to be heard by the people on the other end of the light brain. Later, it was like being steamed by the water mist, and in a daze, the tip of his nose was red, and he hummed softly.

　　Zhou Chenyu: "Let's be here today, come back tomorrow."

　　After briefly saying a few words to the audience, Zhou Chenyu closed the live broadcast room.

　　Juezhou immediately propped himself up on his lap, cursing with wet eyes, "Is there something wrong with you?"

　　He cursed with swear words, and his hand was still loosely on Zhou Chenyu's arm.

　　Zhou Chenyu's pajamas were made of cotton, and it felt very comfortable to rub on it. He rubbed himself with Juezhou, and did not refute Juezhou's swear words. He carried him to the bed with Juezhou's legs.

　　"Have you seen a doctor?" He sat beside the bed, rubbing Juezhou's ankle, stroking up along the outline.

　　This is the setting given to Juezhou in the original book, and it is useless to find any doctor.

　　This disease is too troublesome, and it is different from ordinary skin hunger. It seems that the original author has carried out a certain degree of magic modification in order to abuse the protagonist more reasonably.

　　"Can I perform desensitization treatment for you?" Zhou Chenyu lowered his eyes and stared at Juezhou's protruding ankle bone intently.

　　"Is it useful?" Juezhou asked, asking the system at the same time. At the end, because of the desire to be filled, the tail tone trembled slightly.