The president always wants to steal my sweet potato

Looking at his slightly smug look, Mu Yaqi narrowed her eyes.

Proud of being favored.

Mu Yaqi chuckled and looked at him mischievously.

Only after a moment did I realize that my mischievous eyes secretly concealed pampering and indulgence.

And with a bit of tenderness.

gentle.

Strange words.

It has become familiar again recently.

Mu Yaqi's heart moved, and she leaned forward and kissed him on the side of his face.

She looked at him and asked with a smile, "Is it fun?"

He kept holding her hand and squeezing it.

Lu Chengfeng raised his eyes to look at her, with a smile in his eyes, and replied: "I like it."

Not just because it’s fun, but also because I like to be intimate with you.

Mu Yaqi snorted and laughed, then gently pulled her hand back and said proudly, "I won't let you play with it anymore. Let me play with it."

Then he poked his hand.

He moved again and poked his wrist, then his arm, his chest, and then moved down, finally poking his abdominal muscles.

Lu Chengfeng held hers and let her feel the muscle lines under his palm.

Mu Yaqi couldn't help but pinch it, it felt good.

Even through a layer of shirt fabric, you can still feel the outline of the abdominal muscles hidden under the shirt.

Mu Yaqi felt the muscles under her palms, and suddenly a sentence popped up in her mind: It's like a treasure wrapped in a mysterious gift, which makes people full of expectations.

Mu Yaqi: "......"

No, shouldn't I be abstinent?

Mu Yaqi silently prayed in her heart for prosperity, democracy, civilization and harmony...

I glanced up at him casually... he was so handsome.

Screw the abstinence thing. I'm an adult, my family agrees, and he and I are engaged. I just touched his abdominal muscles. I wasn't soliciting a prostitute.

The conditions were right, and Mu Yaqi withdrew her gaze with peace of mind, trying to see through the layer of shirt to see the distribution of his muscles.

My mind wandered, and soon I thought of how I could judge his exercise habits by looking at his abdominal muscles.

Lu Chengfeng smiled and moved closer to her: "Will it affect the feel of your hand if there's only a layer of shirt between us?"

Mu Yaqi stroked it slowly and teased with interest: "Don't you have confidence in yourself?"

Lu Chengfeng said: "If you have confidence, do you want to give me a chance?"

Mu Yaqi raised her eyes to look at him and said angrily, "You seduced me."

Lu Chengfeng chuckled, feeling very happy.

Then he leaned closer and spoke in a magnetic and gentle voice: "Miss Mu, what do you think of Grandpa?"

Mu Yaqi looked into his eyes, which were full of teasing and affection, as if he was expecting her response.

But it seemed like he was teasing her on purpose, making the ambiguous atmosphere between the two of them even more intense.

Mu Yaqi chuckled and said, "You believe that you have the ability of Jiang Taigong, then I can be a knowledgeable person like King Wen of Zhou."

With the corners of his lips curved, Lu Chengfeng looked at her tenderly and said in a gentle voice: "I won't compliment Jiang Taigong's character. As for King Wen of Zhou, they are not suitable for us."

Mu Yaqi smiled, clenched her fist and gently punched him in the chest, saying, "You have quite a personality."

Lu Chengfeng raised his eyebrows: "After all, you are always perfect in my eyes."

Mu Yaqi chuckled, feeling pleased.

She lowered her eyes and gently hooked her fingers around the hem of his shirt, the soft fabric curling quietly around her fingertips.

There is a bit of playfulness and boldness in the frivolous action, as if he is about to lift up the hem of the shirt in the next second to explore the mysterious temptation hidden behind it - the imaginative outline of abdominal muscles.

She exerted a little force, and the hem of her shirt was slightly pulled up, revealing a small piece of skin with a light honey color.

The color is like amber gently kissed by the sun, emitting a warm and charming luster.

This kind of honey-colored skin is not as aggressive as bronze skin, and is also different from fair and thin people.

It was a just-right, solid and powerful one, showing off his strength and power.

Mu Yaqi raised her eyes and looked at him pretentiously.

The hem of the shirt in his hand was still stretched straight and taut, and only a little bit of the skin underneath could be seen; it was not completely lifted up.

Mu Yaqi looked at him leisurely, trying to find some emotion other than anticipation and joy on his face.

For example...anxious? Perplexed?

Or is it shyness, nervousness, pretending to be calm, or indulgence, or something else?

However, she only saw anticipation.

Mu Yaqi lowered her eyes, her face expressionless, still looking frivolous, but with a hint of regret in her heart.

Well, it’s good to have expectations, which proves that his heart is firm.

He was firmly confident and looked forward to further development with her.

No, why do I feel he is so innocent?

Am I really a frivolous playboy?

No, no, it must be an illusion.

Maybe he is as imaginative as I am, but he just doesn't show it on his face.

Forget it. I don’t care what he thinks. As long as the general direction of “wanting to further develop to touching the abdominal muscles” remains unchanged, there is no need to worry so much.

Mu Yaqi coughed lightly, and then lifted the hem of his shirt swiftly as if she was unveiling a prize.

Mu Yaqi was silent for a few seconds.

From the moment the hem of his shirt was completely lifted up, time stood still for a moment.

The last time I saw him with this figure was last time.

But I didn’t look at it carefully last time, and I wanted to look but didn’t dare to, so I felt shy.

It’s different now. Now she plays the role of a “frivolous” person.

Give me a firm grasp of your temperament!

Mu Yaqi suddenly felt confident and took a closer look at his abdominal muscles.

I want to catch up on everything I didn’t have time to watch last time!

The abdominal muscles in front of him have a tight outline, low-key and restrained, yet exudes a strong masculine charm.

Intense.

Mu Yaqi was silent for a moment, always feeling that he was not as simple as he seemed.

Although he is low-key and introverted, he gives people a strong attraction.

It's like a wolf in sheep's clothing, pretending to be a pig to eat the tiger, with a subtle astringency in his obscure calmness, not fighting or competing but unable to look away once you take a look, not actively seducing but seems to be seducing everywhere.

A very subtle feeling.

Mu Yaqi has lost her confidence.

No, what is this called? Isn’t this what “green tea” is?

Mu Yaqi understood.

Who cares? The object of tea is me, and it is just good tea.

Hehe ~

With a hint of teasing in her eyes, Mu Yaqi continued to observe.

Every line is like a work of art carefully carved by a master, smooth and perfect.

Once people's eyes are caught, it is difficult to look away.

When only a little bit of it was revealed before, I had a vague feeling that it would be pleasing to the eye.

Now I see it with my own eyes, and it is indeed true.

The joy in my heart spreads as freely as flowers blooming in spring, and I just feel extremely comfortable.

The slightly bulging abdominal muscles seem to have a charming halo under the light, full of power.

It seems to be silently telling of the owner's self-discipline and tenacity.