Poor little thing is in a mess in Shura Field

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Chapter 122

Xue Yu weakly hit Ning Yao and used his eyes to signal him that there was someone outside, but Ning Yao did not understand and kept his head down, being as rude as possible.

The gaze of the man outside the door was so strong that it was difficult to ignore. Nothing was more desperate than now. Ning Yao had been the same since last night. Every time he would torture Xue Yu until he couldn't even lift his wrist, and then he would let him go.

Xue Yu was very annoyed.

Ning Yao was like this, but he didn't know what the man was looking at, and he didn't know how to avoid it.

He didn't seem to feel embarrassed.

The longer Ning Yao kissed him, the longer he looked.

Xue Yu's neck was red, and not only there, but also his exposed hands and face were red. He was fidgeting in the sound of the water, and felt like there were hundreds of needles piercing him on the stove below.

He felt really embarrassed and began to sob.

It was really hard for Xue Yu to accept this world.

When he woke up, the system was missing. He didn't know anything, and was dragged and abused by the original owner's unsatisfied boyfriend. He was abused for a whole day, and now he had to be abused in front of strangers.

Ning Yao licked the two wet lips back and forth, and his breathing was almost roughened by the soft touch. If he hadn't heard that sob, he would have pressed heavily on him. He stopped and looked at Xue Yu with hoarse breathing.

Xue Yu knew that if he didn't say something, Ning Yao would start a new round immediately, so he wiped his mouth numbly: "... Your friend is waiting for you."

Ning Yao didn't even look out the door: "He's not."

What's not? Xue Yu thought this was strange, but he didn't have time to ask more questions. He got down from the stove, pushed away the chest that was so close to him, and tried to walk out of the kitchen as calmly and indifferently as possible.

But he didn't even take three steps, and was carried back to the stove by Ning Yao.

Ning Yao said in a low voice, "You have nothing to do outside, why don't you wait here for the noodles to cook."

His eyebrows were slightly frowned, and he didn't say "no" before his mouth was covered again.

Xue Yu choked with blood in his throat: "..."

There is no shortage of marginalized people in this world, but Ning Yao is definitely not one of them.

He can do everything, and he is the kind of person who is chased and fed. He has a family background and looks. In addition to his own racing track, he has invested in his parents' company, and the dividends he receives every year can offset the hard work of others for several lifetimes.

Everything is good, but he is alone. He has a unique personality. He doesn't need people to accompany him. He will feel annoyed when there are too many people. The only thing he is passionate about is driving a Secord, stepping on the accelerator to the bottom, and experiencing the pleasure of life and death.

The only person who is close to him in his life is a purebred Doberman he raised. Apart from that, there are no men or women. Xue Yu is the first person he approaches and the first one he kisses.

He never thought it would be so comfortable, even more exciting than driving a sports car.

Ning Yao looked at Xue Yu, who was as soft as tofu, touched his swollen mouth, and said vaguely: "...I forgive you."