MTL - I Wasn’t Born Lucky-Chapter 182

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This time, to some extent, Xiao Li took the initiative.

The boy's lips were soft and warm. At the moment when the two sides touched, Shen Mirzhi had already exerted his strength uncontrollably.

Maybe it was a relationship that endured for many days and finally broke the power. This time, Shen Mirage's kiss was more like a bite. It was like trying to tear the other party alive and bite into it.

The smell of wine filled the lips and teeth, with a little **** smell.

Xiao Li was not very happy anymore. He pulled Shen Mirage down because the kiss on his forehead was comfortable, but he didn't expect the other party to be so rough now, and his lips hurt a lot.

He didn't want to be held anymore, stretched out his hand and tried to push away the young man in front of him, but Shen Mirzhi's hand remained motionless like an iron strike.

Xiao Li frowned, and he squeezed out a few sobs from his throat, until he was about to faint due to lack of air, Shen Mirage was willing to let go.

The young man took a deep breath and stretched out his hand to block Xiao Li's misty eyes: "...I don't want to say sorry for the other person, you let me wait too long, baby."

Xiao Li stretched out a hand to hold his wrist, trying to remove the palm that was covering his sight, but Shen Mirzhi refused to let go so much. He held the person in his arms tightly and controlled the end of his heart that was about to be The released beast gently kissed the other's neck: "I will be gentle, do you like this, don't you? If you like such a person, I will always... keep going."

He continued lightly: "But will this really work? Baby, can you tell me, would you like me?"

Xiao Li was soothed by such gentle movements, perhaps because he no longer felt uncomfortable, he also let go of his hands.

Shen Mirage continued: "Even if it's not the me I am now, how about replacing me in the form I was before?"

"As a task book, when I please you, will you also like it a little bit?"

Jiu Jin turned it up bit by bit, Xiao Li only heard the words "task book", so he thought about Xiao Huangben and spit out a word: "...cute."

"Huh?" Shen Mirage slowly put his hand away, brushing his cold fingers across the face in front of him, "Do you think I was cute at that time?"

The young man laughed, the corners of his lips curled up slightly, and then asked, "What about me? The current me, as the Shen Mirage?"

Shen mirage.

Xiao Li thought more than once this time.

After a long time, perhaps because he felt tired, or unable to pick a suitable vocabulary from the language library, he closed his eyes tiredly and lay down on the bed.

Shen Mirage's movements paused, he grinded his molars, and wanted to shake him up to answer his own question, but looked at the other party with a tired face and couldn't bear it.

The young man sighed silently, unfolded the folded quilt, and put it on Xiao Li.

When Shen Mirage wanted to get up and change his position and put Xiao Li in his arms, he found that the other party was holding his hand. He tried to pull it, but didn't pull it away.

Xiao Li fell asleep holding his hand.

Shen Mizhi's eyes were fixed on the hands between the two of them. He squeezed the other's hands and sat down beside the bed in this position.

******

The next day, the afternoon sun shines through the curtains into the room, giving the world a halo.

This wine is not too strong, Xiao Li's consciousness just returned, he felt the faint tingling in his temples before he opened his eyes.

He raised his hand to massage his temples, feeling exhausted all over, as if he ran 800 meters yesterday.

... Is this the feeling of being drunk?

He actually drank less than half a bottle.

After a long time, when the nerve pain eased slightly, Xiao Li opened his eyes and rolled off the bed.

He was still wearing yesterday's clothes, but someone put a quilt on him.

Xiao Li tried to sort out the memory in his mind, but it was frozen in the villa of Zheng Yi's house-he picked up the phone on the bedside, and wanted to ask Zheng Yi, but found a piece from Shen Mirage. leave a message.

Shen Mirage: [Are you awake? There is sober soup on the table, don't drink too much. 】

Was... Shen Mirage sent him back?

Xiao Li pressed his cell phone and asked with his toothbrush in his mouth: [Did you send me back yesterday? How do you know that I am with Zheng Yi? 】

Sure enough... Don't you remember.

Shen Mirchi paused for a moment, and he didn't know whether he should be grateful or regret that Xiao Li didn't remember what happened yesterday. He casually found a reason: [...Zheng Yi asked me to go over. 】

[Remember to drink soup. 】

Xiao Li sent a "thank you" emoticon, responded with hello, and then exited Shen Mirage's dialog box.

He clicked on Zheng Yi's message again and edited a message, but he suspected that the other party must not be awake yet, so he deleted it after thinking about it.

After a brief refreshing, Xiao Li put on the nightgown on the hanger and opened the bedroom door.

Maybe it was because she was too vain to put Shen Mirage in with her own paws. The little black cat was guarding the bedroom door last night. By now, she had fallen asleep into a pool of cat cakes and was startled by the sudden approach of opening the door.

It arched its back and rolled out a circle to avoid being stepped on its tail as a carpet.

Little black cat: "Hey."

Xiao Li took the first two steps, bent down to pick up the little black cat, rubbed its pointed ears, and put it on the sofa.

On the dining table next to the sofa, there was a pot of hangover soup. Xiao Li opened the lid and found that it was still steaming. It seemed that it had just been cooked.

So... Shen Mirage just left? He stayed here all night?

Xiao Li picked up the spoon and filled himself with a bowl.

This soup is sweet and sour in the mouth, very refreshing, I don't know what Shen Mirchi put in, it tastes a bit similar to the weakened version of sour plum soup.

Xiao Li lowered his head, took a sip, and squinted at the window.

The sunlight was just right, and the hydrangea in the window bloomed under the care of Tan Li, like a colorful world.

…………

Spent a weekend, and soon it was working day again.

After going through one copy after another, going to school becomes like a world away. People always miss what they have lost. Therefore, even if Zheng Yi was drunk on the ground that day, he did not get over the day when he went to school. Hold on to school.

Xiao Li naturally went too. He wanted to ask Shen Mirage in person, but he didn't expect Shen Mirage to come.

When Zheng Yi saw that he would look at the empty seat to his side from time to time, he moved over with a stool when the teacher in front was not paying attention, "Shen Mirage didn't come?"

This is really strange. Looking at the last time, Shen Mirchi almost wanted to stick to Xiao Li and refused to let it go.

Xiao Li nodded casually, spread the mathematics textbook in front of him, and drew a wavy line on the podium where the teacher said the key points.

Zheng Yi was surprised: "Are you studying?"

Xiao Li: "...Is there anything that surprises you in my studies?"

Zheng Yi: "No, it just feels like you shouldn't learn from a big guy like you, nor should you have the needs of ordinary people, you should directly integrate them, and airborne first."

Xiao Li: "..."

Although he usually likes to play and has "prepared" his usual homework a long time ago, he still listens to the class well sometimes.

Zheng Yi was a little unwilling to listen to the lecture. He was quiet for a while, and then began to harass Xiao Li: "How did you go back that day? Did you feel uncomfortable? I think that although the alcohol is not high, it is still full of energy. I I feel a little nauseous now. I have been drinking porridge for a few days."

Xiao Li was staring at the teacher's Mediterranean hair behind the podium. "Drink some hangover soup."

"That stuff? I never drink it," Zheng Yi muttered, "It's very awful. My chef cooks spicy food. Don't you believe it? I said I put a little bit less spicy, but the result was too sour. I am not Pregnant, who can drink it?"

Xiao Li interrupted him suddenly: "Zheng Yi."

"Yes?"

He took out a workbook and patted the opponent's face: "Listen to the lesson."

Zheng Yi picked up the exercise book that was slowly sliding down his face, turned around obediently, put the exercise book on the desk, and quietly spread out his task book and clamped it in, and started to read it. Reincarnation Forum.

It has been several days since Xiao Li’s loss of horses, but it is still an evergreen tree of hot topics on the forum, and it has spread from the reincarnations in China to the world, even the members of the three vest team with Xiao Li, People like Ye Lingshi, Qingshui, Park Xiujin and others couldn't help replying to a few hot spots.

Zheng Yi casually clicked on a post floating on the homepage: [Hazard, I'm tired of human posts recently. From another angle, let me simulate for everyone if there is a forum in the ghost world, presumably the ghost world has been turned upside down. 】

[Boy: Damn, really? Are Sherlock, Moriarty, and Hercules alone? ! 】

[It turns out that the three demons who abuse us, ravage us, and bully us are all in the same vest! 】

[Why not, a picture suddenly appeared in my mind: a miserable ghost is accusing Sherlock of the crime, and the big guy next to it moved his ears and walked by casually. 】

[What does Moriarty have to do with you cursing Sherlock? 】

[Then another ghost joined the first accusation meeting. It was Moriarty's victim. It recognized the big guy on the side and angrily accused: "It's you!"]

[At this time, the boss smiled slightly and took off the mask on his face. Under the mask was Hercules: "My kid, you have admitted the wrong person."]

[Old millecake. 】

[You think I am Moriarty, but in fact I am Herculida. 】

[Small question mark, do you have many friends. 】

[From the perspective of ghosts, it looks miserable, but from the perspective of us humans, it looks like a thief is interesting. 】

[Owner hurry up, GKD, GKD. 】

[Suddenly inserted into the building, there are pictures and evidence, Sherlock is actually a foreigner! You see his full name: Sherlock Moriarty Hercule. 】

[Upstairs, if someone's surname is Xia, what about the long list after the name? 】

[Chinese culture is really broad and profound...]

[The big brothers upstairs are off topic, let's continue. 】

[Lili: Oh, man, you can't believe what you say. 】

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