MTL - Certificate of Conformity-Chapter 61 Wanshou Wujiang 9

For the body's unsatisfactory reaction, Chen Heng's face turned black into coal, but fortunately there was a mask to block, so that his face would not be too ugly. He did not let go of Bai Qing’s hand, but instead he took advantage of the situation, and Bai Qing’s figure was unstable, and he fell in the man’s arms.

The cold breath came over, and he watched the man's mask zoom in front of his eyes, and the cold touch on his forehead. Bai Qing was slightly disoriented. When he came back, he just happened to be black. A smiling wife.

"master."

He snorted, and the man's index finger was handed in, accompanied by a low-pitched voice.

The reaction of the teenager’s stagnation clearly confessed Chen Heng. He opened his mouth and smiled a little, his voice was low. "You should not talk, listen to me."

Bai Qing smashed his eyelids up and down, and he knew it.

The warm touch on the lips makes the boy's heart and the feathers smashed like it, and the itchiness of the numbness is heard. He gently opens his lips and wants to make a sound, but he does not want this action to be like a man. The fingertips are the same in your mouth, revealing an unspeakable embarrassment.

The little deer in the heart collided, and the cheeks burned in the fire. Bai Qing did not dare to move again, but he could not help but explore the tip of his tongue.

His move was extremely concealed, and the process lasted for less than half a second. The tip of the tongue came with a salty taste. He sneaked his tongue and his heart burst into a strange joy.

Did not find his abnormality, Chen Heng extremely naturally removed his fingers, the eyes filled with water, revealing tender temptation, "White, do you like me?"

Like it?

Bai Qing did not know why men would ask him this question, nor did he know how to answer it. If he wants to hear the truth, he really likes him, and he doesn't know why, there is a kind of magic in the man, so that he can't help but want to take him for himself.

But he also understands his current identity. He is only a low-ranking person. The male pets around the master are so charming and charming, where he gets him.

So Bai Qing hangs down, and the voice is light and sloppy: "The master is so good to me, Bai Qing naturally likes the master."

"I like it is not a matter of apprenticeship."

"..."

Although Bai Qing was young, he also understood that the person who spoke first on the balance of feelings always fell into the best, so he just said the tone: "The disciple does not dare."

Don't dare to like him?

Chen Heng’s eyes flashed, and the sound line was still as soft as the spring breeze: “If I said that I like you, would you like to stay with the teacher?”

This sentence is accompanied by the light of the man's shallow water, listening to Bai Qing's ears to make him heart.

However, he is determined to be strong and not easily confused by the sweet words of men.

"Master male pets three thousand, the disciples have their own self-knowledge, but also ask the master not to open a white joke." Said, Bai Qing suddenly paused, his eyes seemed to look into his heart, "otherwise, the disciples will be true." ”

Just want him to be serious.

Since Bai Qing’s body also lives in the half of the soul of Wei Wei, he certainly won’t be soft. The white heart of the first lie is to say that he can’t kill Bai Qing anyway, and Bai Qing and Xie Tao are in the same position. Just take this opportunity to make the relationship between the two people even worse.

Hearing that the boy did not say anything to death, he still left a three-point space. Chen Heng took up his right hand on the side of his body and clenched his fingers.

"If I am willing to dismiss all three thousand male pets?"

When this is said, Rao is Bai Qing’s calm and can’t help but feel awkward.

Is he really talking? Willing to give up three thousand male pets for him?

It seems that I understand Bai Qing’s inner thoughts. Chen Heng bowed his head and put his lips on the back of Bai Qing’s hand. He looked up at the boy with a fixed look. “I am serious.”

The hot and lingering breath was sprayed on the back of the hand. Bai Qing looked up at Chen Heng. On the black man who was hiding behind the mask, the man suddenly gave birth to an extremely bold thought.

"Can I see your face?"

Chen Heng’s eyes were a bit surprised, and it seemed that he did not expect Bai Qing to make such a request.

Seeing that men are not snoring, Bai Qing knows that he is impulsive, but if he really wants to take off his mask and show it to him, it means that he is really serious. After all, men have never taken off the mask. Chen Heng did not feel resentful about the requirements put forward by Bai Qing. He wears the mask completely in accordance with the habits of the original Lord. Even if he is seen by the scars on his face, the strength is more important than the face.

"Since you insist on seeing it." Chen Heng looked at Bai Qing. "You personally come and take off the mask on my face." He did not specifically explain the situation on the white face with Bai Qing, just want to observe Bai Qing for a while. Reaction.

Some of them nervously swallowed their mouths, and Bai Qing sat up slightly, and the long, slender fingers lifted up, just on the side of the mask. When he first saw him, he had been curious about the face hidden behind the mask. Now he is about to reach it. He is expecting and embarrassing for a moment. After a pause, he finally picks up slowly. Under the mask on the man's face.

The texture of the mask is as hard and cold as the ice, and the coldness is lingering in the palm of your hand, but it is not as shocking as the scar of the bones on the man's face.

He once guessed the man's face countless times, and he was ready to be terrible, but he did not expect that the man who broke the phase was still beautiful and compelling. It should have been a flawed scar on his face, ghostly. Fairy, but more tempting.

"Scare you?"

Beside the man came a little self-deprecating voice, Bai Qing quickly shook his head, "No."

Said, he couldn't help but lift his fingertips to outline the scar. His movements were particularly cautious, as if with a little force, the scar would be torn open, and Chen Heng smiled low and reached out to grab the juvenile's back and put it on his cheek without hesitation.

"You have seen my face. Can you tell me your answer now?"

The low magnetic hoarseness he said in this sentence, the eyes of the eyes fell on the boy's face, trying to find clues from his face, Bai Qing lowered his head to avoid the man's dawn, the tip of the ear was red, the voice was like an ant: " The disciple is willing."

That is the agreement.

Chen Heng satisfactorily hooked his lips, without the cover of the mask, the **** scorpion like a snake swimming in his face, enchanting his temperament. He gently took Bai Qing into his arms and patted his back with his palm. "Well, I will treat you well as a teacher."

Bai Qing softly leaned on his arms, and his heart was infinitely happy, and he did not see the sly look of the man in his eyes.

***

When he slept at night, Bai Qing made a dream.

He dreamed that the master was lying on the bed with a veil, and the blue silk was flowing down silently, and it was covered in his bare shoulders. The master's body is slender and flexible, and the honey-colored texture seems to be coated with a layer of light, smooth and delicate, which makes him love it. In the dream, he could not help but extend his hand to the master. The man under his body did not resist, and even slowly opened the legs with straight legs.

Bai Qing held his breath and motioned, shaking his fingertips toward the man's tulle on the waist.

He wants to see the scenery inside.

Just when he wanted to see the secret of the master, a white light flashed from his eyes. When Bai Qing opened his eyes again, he found himself lying on the bed, and the whole body was on fire, especially between the legs. Oh, it makes him very uncomfortable.

Sitting up with the quilt and recalling the ridiculous spring dream of the past, Bai Qing’s heart was suddenly lost. Almost, he could see the master there. Put away the feelings of regret and regret, Bai Qing slightly opened the quilt, the probe looked, waiting to see the traces of the beach, he could not help.

Is he a bedwetting?

Bai Qing, who was not taught physiological knowledge, was holding his quilt and his face was red and white, and his color was not wonderful. He seems to have been hit, the whole person is like the eggplant that has been beaten by the wind, the child's, the shoulders are pulling, sitting on the bed for a long time.

For a long time, he only came back to God, replaced his clothes with a light hand, and found the clean clothes that had been prepared for a long time. Then he put the soiled clothes and the sheets in his arms and hugged them in his arms. - He wants to destroy the evidence of his bedwetting.

On the big bed surrounded by coveted, the man seemed to be sleeping well, and Bai Qing held his clothes and walked outside the door.

When I saw that I was about to reach the door, someone’s hoarse and lazy voice sounded at the right time.

"Qinger, how come so early?"

When he heard the master call him so close, Bai Qing’s heart still had a sweet joy in the future, and he was immediately stunned by the man’s next sentence. “It turned out to be washing clothes.” Chen Heng said to himself lowly. One sentence, the soft voice can pour out the water: "You are my own person now, how can you do this rough work?"

After all, he opened the quilt and got up. He walked on the raft to the young man's side, ignoring the stiff posture of the boy and bringing the group back.

Bai Qing stood in the ground and his lips twitched slightly: "Let me come."

Perceived the unnatural look of the juvenile, Chen Heng was hesitant, took a look at the sheets in his hand, pressed the suspicion, and said softly: "You don't have to do these rough work in the future, I will tell the people who are responsible for the laundry. do."

But if someone is found to have wet the bed...

Bai Qing did not dare to think about it, biting his lower lip, his fingertips still pulled the corner of the fabric, insisting: "Thank you for the love of the master, the disciple can."

How has Bai Qing, who has always been very obedient in the past, so stubborn today? Chen Heng once again glanced at the cloth in his arms, glaring at the teenager and not paying attention, and violently pulled out a pair of pants from the inside.

"No." Bai Qing snorted and his heart jumped to the eyes of the blind man.

Chen Heng squatted on the corner of his trousers, his eyes fell to the middle of the trousers, where he slid a trace of suspicious whiteness.

They are all men, of course he knows what it is, just -

Chen Heng paused, his eyes looked very eccentric to the lower body of Bai Qing. He just didn't think that this kid was developing very fast. Reminiscent of Xie Tao, there is still a small radish head, and Chen Heng’s mood is clear and clear.