Marriage by Agreement, Focus on Participation [MTL] (Completed)

Chapter 2

Qi Ye had a physical reaction when he was called "husband".

Fu Wan's voice is a juvenile voice with a crisp texture and a slightly rising tail, which is easily reminiscent of the seaside summer breeze with the smell of orange bubble water.

When he slightly lowered his voice and spoke in an airy voice, the warm air lifted a small lock of hair by Qi Ye's ear, rubbing against the tips of his ears and the side of his neck itchy.

What a coincidence.

This passage became Qi Ye's dream material that night.

It wasn't the first time he dreamed of paying late.

But it was the first time he dreamed of paying late.

In his dream, he tossed Fa Xiaoji over and over again.

Something is wrong.

Before this, Qi Ye never knew that he could play so well.

When he woke up, he stared at the ceiling for a while.

In fact, the specific process of the small intracranial movie is a bit unclear, and there are only clips that are coded and have a touching picture quality.

He felt a little pity for no reason.

"It's stupid, am I a pervert?" Qi Ye thought to himself.

The body's reaction was honest, he got out of bed, and pushed open the door of the bathroom on the second floor all the way-

An independent golden rooster is standing in front of the mirror admiring itself.

Fu Wan half-closed her sleepy eyes, with some tears at the end of them.

His hair is slightly long, with a little wolf tail on the back of his neck, and the tail of his hair is highlighted with silver gray, which makes the skin around his neck white and clear.

"Morning, brother." Fu Wan greeted him, looked at his waist, raised the corner of his mouth, raised his chin at him, and said sincerely, "It's really big, my brother is really powerful."

Qi Ye's vanity was slightly satisfied, but it was followed by a huge sense of guilt.

At that moment, he was extremely thankful that the human brain was not as transparent as the Trisolaran.

"I understand, you're busy." Fu Jinjiti slid his injured foot and jumped out the door. He didn't know which hamstring was pulled during the process, and the pain caused him to support the sink and scream.

Afraid that he would fall, Qi Ye could not take care of himself, grabbed his waist with one hand, and dragged him out of the bathroom.

Fu Wan was not as tall as Qi Ye, and he always felt that the other party's posture and expression were like dragging an unsightly snakeskin bag.

"Brother, can't you carry me back?" Fu Wan said sadly.

"No." Qi Ye said.

His hands were pressed against Fu Wan's waist through a layer of thin pajamas, and his fingertips and palms seemed to be scalded by something.

Not to mention touching waists, when they were young, the two of them took a bath together with bare buttocks, but in the past, why didn't he realize that Fu Wan's waist was so thin, and his back was also thin, with a little tenacity of a young man .

"Sit in your rocking chair." Qi Ye stuffed him back into the wheelchair, and said in a low voice, "If you keep running around, I'll ask the doctor to tie you to the chair."