Raise you just to eat you

"woke up?"

Du Liang didn't show much embarrassment, and raised his hand to wipe away a little saliva from the corner of his mouth.

Being grabbed and sucked and bitten, even a vegetable can't stand the stimulation!

Lin Ting glared at him furiously, pulled the quilt beside him and wrapped himself in it: "It's not that I can't get up anymore! Why are you groping!"

"I just want to try." Du Liang looked unwilling, touched his chin and continued: "Baby, did you have a dream just now? When I did it for you, there seemed to be a little reaction."

Although he was still sluggish, he was much better than the limp yesterday.

"What was the dream?" Lin Ting frowned and thought for a while, "I didn't have any dream, but I was so scared when I woke up."

"Cough." Du Liang coughed dryly, raised his hand and stretched comfortably: "The sun is already high, let's get up."

"Oh." Lin Ting nodded, lifted the quilt and quickly got dressed.

When she went downstairs, Ms. Lin was just getting ready for breakfast. She saw them coming down and hurriedly greeted them to wash their hands and eat. Dad Lin had the habit of waking up early and doing morning exercises, so he ran home just in time for the meal.

Lin Ting is an only child, and since he was a child, he has always entertained himself alone, and the family has never had extra homely chatter when eating together. Du Liang's arrival undoubtedly brought a lot of laughter to this too silent family .

After staying in the small town quietly and leisurely for a few days, because she was always worried about Lin Ting's physical problems, Du Liang still asked Lin's mother to bring Lin Ting back to City H.

Because it was agreed from the beginning that this was related to Lin Ting's future work direction, the two adults couldn't refuse, so they just asked Du Liang to help take good care of him, and don't forget to notify the family in advance if there is anything.

Du Liang readily agreed, and hugged Lin Ting, who was still awkward, to say goodbye to his mother.

The afternoon train meant that they had to spend another long night on the train.

Looking at the gradually darkening sky outside the window, Lin Ting held his chin in a daze of boredom. The unique "rumbling" sound of the train gave people a drowsy feeling.

Du Liang took two lunch boxes from the dining car and pushed the door in. Before he put them on the table, he saw Lin Ting backed away with a look of disgust on his face. Knowing that he was picky again, Du Liang didn't care too much. , took a bottle of warm milk and stuffed it into his hand.

"I didn't eat much at noon, so I drank the milk first."

"I don't want to drink." Lin Ting continued to curl his lips to express his dissatisfaction. How grown up he is, he still holds the bottle like a baby every day and doesn't let go.

"You really don't want to drink?" Du Liang narrowed his eyes, bent down and sat down beside him.

"I really don't want to drink it." Lin Ting frowned even tighter, and pushed him to put the milk on the table: "I haven't drank milk for a long time, and every time I drink it, there is an indelible milky smell on my body. It smells dead."

"Really?" Du Liang smiled, leaned over to sniff him back and forth, and then raised her head with a satisfied smile: "It's not bad, the baby smells good no matter what, it's very sweet and fragrant. "

When Du Liang was talking, the heat kept spraying on his sensitive back of the neck, Lin Ting turned his head awkwardly, and pushed him away with a blushing face: "Can you still be serious, talk carefully!"

"I'm not serious like this?" Du Liang looked at him in surprise: "Didn't we get along like this before? Baby, we haven't reached the seven-year itch yet, and you started to dislike me so soon?"

It's not that I've never seen him play a rogue with such a cheeky face. Lin Ting was too lazy to play tricks with him, so he pushed his face away and planned to go to bed by himself first.

Du Liang stopped him from holding him in his arms, jokingly, this baby hasn't eaten for a day, if he really sleeps like this all night, that delicate sister like Lin will have to quarrel with him again.

"Baby, stop making trouble, eat something first, I specially took your favorite chicken wings."

"Who messed with you." Lin Ting glared at him unhappily: "I don't want to eat, I can't!"

"Just eat a little."

"I can't eat at all!"

"Baby……"

"Don't be coquettish with me!" Lin Ting rubbed his face with puffed cheeks, and molded it into various shapes like playing with plasticine: "It's useless to be coquettish, I'm not hungry, I can't eat."

"Then drink some soup, it's just not too hot." Du Liang didn't mind the pain, and continued to expose his mother's true nature with his rubbed and flushed handsome face.

Lin Ting was so entangled by him, and his mood, which was not in a good mood, turned from cloudy to cloudy, so he pushed him away impatiently and stood up.

"Du Liang, let me ask you, can you stop pampering me like a canary bird? I'm a fucking man too! You don't need to do everything yourself like a woman!"

Unexpectedly, he would suddenly be so disgusted, Du Liang looked at him helplessly: "What's wrong with you?"

Wasn't it fine just now, how can you be angry when you are angry?

"You know what's wrong with me better than anyone else!" Lin Ting was so irritable that he always felt that there was a place in his heart that was blocked and uncomfortable. Seeing Du Liang's surprised and worried eyes, he simply slammed the door and walked out.

Annoy, annoy, annoy, annoy!Annoying as hell!

Lin Ting frowned and walked quickly to the bathroom, and slammed the door shut with a "bang" under the surprised eyes of the people around him.

The train was still moving forward at a constant speed, and the originally plain "rumbling" sound was now inexplicably anxious. The face of the person in the opposite mirror was so dark that water was about to be wrung out. Lin Ting frowned and looked at it for a while, then raised his hand Hit it hard.

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No matter how Lin Ting lost his temper this time, it was too unreasonable. Du Liang was left in a daze by him in the carriage, and after thinking for a long time, he couldn't figure out what was wrong with him.

Time passed by every minute and every second, and it was almost time to sleep. Lin Ting's small backpack had been lying quietly on the opposite bed. Du Liang stared at it for a long time, and finally stood up with a sigh.

When he opened the door, he was surprised to see his baby standing upright in front of him. It seemed that he had been there for a while, and his face was still not very good-looking, but it was not as gloomy as it was at first.

Thinking that the awkwardness might be over soon, Du Liang smiled and stretched out his hand to pull him in.

"Still angry?"

Lin Ting didn't speak, but looked up at him, and suddenly stretched out his right hand, which had been hidden all along, in front of him: "It hurts..."

Du Liang frowned tightly, his eyes were pierced by the blood red in front of him, this bloody look, what did he do to make his hands like this!

Anxiously pulling him to sit down, looking at the wounded hand that was still bleeding out, Du Liang lowered his eyes and squeezed his wrist tightly.

(Indicates that there are three changes today, and this is one change.)