The fate of the group of cannon fodder coveting the protagonist [Quick Travel]

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17. Doomsday cannon fodder: It won’t be the end of the world like in the novel, right (plot chapter)
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Some people have died, but their souls are still alive, so don’t panic!

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He didn't know whether Zhou Junze's butt hurt from being kicked, but he himself felt uncomfortable anywhere on his body. He reached out and touched it, and found that the ravaged female hole had been closed, but there was only some redness, swelling and slight pain.

He frowned and touched his stomach, and his waist and abdomen were flat.

But he always felt that his insides were still bulging badly.

He couldn't help but wonder, was it like this last time?

Maybe it was too long ago, and most of his memories were of the warmth and comfort he felt when he was with Allen. Moreover, compared with the unbearable desire he felt at that time, the fullness of his vagina and abdominal cavity would probably not make him uncomfortable. I will only feel satisfied.

Mo Chen was unhappy and unwilling to make the man around him feel comfortable. He tossed and pinched and scratched him. Zhou Junze tried to coax him for a while to no avail. Finally, he squeezed his butt and said, "Since you are so energetic, let's do it a few more times. This Use the back for the first time?”

Mo Chen closed his eyes and fell asleep for a second.

"Huh? Jiaojiao? Wife?"

"zzZ..."

"You fell asleep so quickly, so good." Zhou Junze couldn't help laughing, "Good night, Mo Chen."

Early the next morning.

Zhou Junze washed up gently, folded the dried sheets and quilts and put them in the closet, then sat on the edge of the bed and poked Mo Chen in the face.

When Zhou Junze woke up this morning, he found that Mo Chen's limbs were wrapped around him. No wonder he had a dream about being entangled by a python last night.

So clingy.

When he poked it with his fingertips, the soft cheek flesh sank, and when he let go, it bounced back. He squeezed it, and it felt so good.

Mo Chen frowned and turned his head, muttering softly: "Don't bother me, I'm sleepy..."

"Okay, have a good rest. I ordered breakfast and it will be delivered in about forty minutes. I left a note at the door of the room. Don't forget to take it when you get up. Do you understand?"

"……Um."

"good."

Zhou Junze rubbed Mo Chen's soft black hair and stared at his sleeping face with lowered eyes. His chest was bulging with warmth, comfortable and contented. His eyes couldn't help but reveal tender affection. He was reluctant to leave. He stretched out his long arms to hug Mo Chen, and closed his eyes tenderly. After a while, his phone vibrated one after another, and the students in the project team asked him when he would arrive at school.

"I'll be there in half an hour. Sorry, something delayed me today."

He leaned close to Mo Chen's ear and kept pecking her, his lips brushed against his earlobe and the shell of his ear, and he called "Chenchen's wife" repeatedly.

"Pah——!" Mo Chen slapped him, "Go away, I'm so annoying!"

Zhou Junze chuckled twice, "Kiss me, wife, and I'll leave."