I, ET, mixed entertainment circle

A thought suddenly flashed through Yang Qibei's mind—is it possible that Yu Qinghuan's subconscious mind has a tendency to m?Why is it that the more he whips his mental body, the more energetic he becomes? !

"how do you feel?"

Sensing Yu Qinghuan's increasingly excited "below", Dr. Yang felt that the president's health should be fine. As for the privacy of shaking m, who doesn't have a little secret?

Yu Qinghuan hugged Yang Qibei's shoulders tightly, embracing the warm and firm body in his arms, leaning on his shoulder, biting her lips hard, feeling the unbearable spring tide after another, and the calmness of the man And the rhythmic heartbeat, bang bang, bang bang!A trembling pleasure rushed from the groin to Tianling Gai like an electric current.

He gritted his teeth desperately, and still let out a shameful groan, the spring tide broke the bank, and it was unstoppable.

"Yes, sorry."

President Yu was so ashamed that the corners of his eyes were red. He leaned on Mr. Yang's shoulder and apologized in a low voice. Obviously... Although he likes Mr. Sloth, he likes him more and more. In this way, to "pollute" the relationship between them.He has desire for Yang Qibei, a desire born naturally from the depth of love.

But, he's really...not a sex maniac!

Not even...

"Hush..." Yang Qibei lightly touched President Yu's soft-haired head, and found an "ancient" adolescence education book in his memory, using the correct human way to appease the shy young people, "This is just very normal The physiological phenomenon shows that you are already a healthy man."

After hesitating for a moment, he explained simply and vaguely: "With the treatment of 'internal strength', some side effects are inevitable, and you don't need to feel guilty or worry at all."

The spiritual body is closely related to the human body, just that light blue, fluffy little milk dog? Yu's cheerfulness in heat, if he didn't have enough energy to hold this guy down, I'm afraid it would be... Huh!

When the mental body is mapped to the physical body, it will naturally bring about certain physiological reactions.

Yang et's mental cloud finally tasted the long-lost delicacy, and became excited. He no longer restrained "Puppy Yu" and let it stick to his "body" like a dog's skin plaster. The steaming, freshly baked life can be sucked down to the last drop!

Listening to Mr. Yang's sexy voice next to her ear, Yu Qinghuan took a while to recover and straightened up.

He tried not to look at his messy lower body, stared seriously at Yang Qibei's eyes, and said, "Mr. Yang, my physical spring came late, but I am not a silly boy who is so ignorant that he hides and cries. I am 28 year-old grown man. I'm just so sorry for messing with your...ah."

Blushing quietly spread all over his face, President Yu overcame the embarrassment and nervousness like when he was speaking in front of people for the first time, and tried to explain: "And, I want to say, cough, this is definitely not my real strength and endurance. Please believe me. "

Yang Qibei looked at him, a row of wordless ellipses reflected in his eyes.

Sure enough, no matter which planet and universe they are in, no matter what class they are in, intelligent creatures with clear gender distinctions, especially the dominant sex, are very concerned about their own reproductive ability, almost more than the evaluation of individual survival ability.

After getting used to the human body, Yang Qibei has been at the top class most of the time, and Yang Qibei has gradually begun to pay attention to certain details of the body like a real human being.

For example, in a sticky state like now, you need to take a good hot bath.

Too lazy to go back to his "home" where no one was there, Yang Qibei borrowed the Yu's bathroom to take a comfortable bath.

He didn't bother to change into his formal clothes after taking a shower. The temperature in the room was just right. He put on an open bathrobe and casually tied it around his waist. He swayed and walked out. He spread out on the sofa in the living room and returned to his nature as a sloth.

Yu Qinghuan only saw the gray plaid bathrobe being lifted by the two long legs, revealing a light wheat-colored scenery loosely. He walked forward dumbfounded, helped someone tighten the robe, fastened it, and sighed: "Master Yang, no matter how beautiful your scenery is, you can't show it casually!"

Should he be thankful that Mr. Sloth didn't treat him as an outsider at all, or should he be sad that the person he likes didn't treat him as a mature man with "impulsivity" at all?

Poplar sloths are too lazy to answer such boring questions. A healthy and beautiful body is the best treasure bestowed by God. Clothes are just for sheltering from the cold and following the primitive customs formed by human society for thousands of years.Since it is not in a public place, and only "your own people" are present, why pay so much attention.

In the outer universe, how many intelligent creatures use the outer armor as "clothes", which not only has strong defensive power, but also does not have to worry about unimaginable and weird issues such as "season changing" and "fashion".Only those races with relatively weak bodies will not be able to rely on external objects such as exoskeletons and mechs.

Like his original race, even the flesh has been abandoned, clothes, shame, fashion... what is that?Can I eat it? !Yang et, who had no integrity at all, thought wildly.

well!When you go to the country, you have to do as the Romans do.In order to have a better future with plenty of food, not only does he have to try his best to cater to the strange aesthetics of human beings, but he also has to be well-dressed, which is exhausting.

Mr. Yang moved his butt lazily so that President Yu could pull out the hem of his bathrobe that was being held down.

Excellent nanny? Yu helped Mr. Yang wrap him up. He looks thin in clothes, and has a muscular body when he undresses.

The skin under his hands is smooth and elastic, and the graceful but not exaggerated muscles contain infinite strength. There is a very cute little dimple among the six well-defined muscles in the abdomen.Probably because I once had a small belly. Although the muscles were developed in a relatively short period of time under the effect of "internal strength", the navel still retains a trace of its original shape, so this part of the skin is firmed by the surrounding skin. The muscles squeezed into an interesting shape like a little rabbit with a slightly opened three-petal mouth.

Further down, there are some slightly curly black hairs along the lower abdomen, gathering lazily downwards, hidden under the waistline of the baggy pants.

Yang Qibei glanced at President Yu, who had twinkling eyes, and ignored him.

President Yu, who regretted his frivolous behavior very much, quickly restrained himself, averted his greedy eyes, and sat down beside the sloth with a blushing face, chatting about their current situation casually.

The slightly wet hair was held by the nanny Yu Yu, and gently blown with a hair dryer. In the slight buzzing sound, Mr. Yang's scalp clearly felt the tenderness and seriousness between Yu Qinghuan's fingers.

After drying his hair, Yu Qinghuan's hand still did not leave, he gently stroked the man's head, gentle and powerful, making people feel so comfortable that they want to sigh.

"I just learned head massage recently, try it on you, and tell me if you feel uncomfortable..." He whispered in the man's ear.

Yang Qibei responded vaguely.

He obviously didn't need to sleep, but in such a warm atmosphere, he actually felt that his eyelids wanted to close unconsciously, as if a long time ago, he was still sleeping peacefully, safe and warm in the body of his parent.

Until I heard a sentence in my ear: "...I have no intention of prying into your privacy, but, Qi Bei, I really want to know the past of Qi Bei and you very much. Knowing more will also facilitate me to deal with his situation in the future, and for his Plan better in the future. These days, you..."

Yu Qinghuan didn't ask any more questions.

In an instant, the alarm of Yang Qibei's vest cover radar sounded, he opened his eyes slightly, and quickly found out from the memory cells the bloody drama that could be reasonably explained. The status of the speech:

"...The relationship between me and him is very complicated. We are blood relatives. I will provide him with his daily necessities, satisfy his wishes as much as possible, and help him realize his ideals. No matter how much, I can't do anything. The relationship between us Getting along is not what you think it is.

As long as he and I live in peace with each other in this world, I don't want to see him, and neither does he. "

A trace of indifferent sadness appeared on Yang Qibei's face, his eyes were gloomy, as if he was reminiscing, but he didn't want to mention the painful past.

"I am sorry."

Seeing his never-before-seen gloomy expression, Yu Qinghuan apologized in a low voice.

Yang Qibei raised his eyes to look at him, the ice in his eyes gradually melted, and the wrinkles at the corners of the old man's mouth showed deep lines. He smiled and said, "It's nothing, it's all over."

Pausing for a moment, as if afraid of Yu Qinghuan's misunderstanding, he explained: "The grievances of the previous generation can't be related to the young man. Although I don't want to see him, but... I always hope that he can do well and realize his dream. Ideal, become a world-renowned star.

So, these days, I... often pay close attention to him secretly.

I will not do it again.With you here, I feel relieved. "

Yang Qibei gave Yu Qinghuan a melancholy look, then closed his eyes lightly, obviously not wanting to talk about this topic anymore.

At that moment, Yu Qinghuan's heart seemed to be severely torn a hole, and then twisted into a ball, sore and distressed, she had long since forgotten about such issues as "one phone with two SIM cards" and "illegitimate children".

Since Qi Bei said that it has passed, let it "pass". He will take good care of this old man who has been hurt by love, put on a solid armor for his heart, and never touch those old scars again.

There is bound to be a bright and honest future between them, so why rush for a while?

Since Qi Bei is Qi Bei's responsibility, then it will also be his. He will try his best to help this old man carry the burden on his shoulders, so that he will no longer be sad about the past.

The "very emotionally hurt" old man tasted "guilt", "melancholy" and "firmness" leisurely, just like eating a box of chocolate shortbread, with sweet expectations in the bitterness, crispy and long aftertaste.

Looking at Yu Qinghuan who comforted him with a firm yet gentle expression, it was rare for him to feel a little bit of "guilt".

Yang Qibei clutched the "conscience area" on his chest, feeling a little depressed. Ever since he met Yu Qinghuan, this area that never existed at all has always been aching from time to time!

Mr. Yang, whose conscience was developing, spent a very comfortable and good night's sleep at Yu Qinghuan's home.

The next morning, before dawn, he left in a hurry after filling his stomach with delicious food, without leaving a word.

At four o'clock in the afternoon, Qi Bei students arrived at the "Oulian" training center building on time to sell their holidays.

On the way back to the dormitory, I ran into a white-haired boy who was going to the training room.

When the two expressionless guys passed by, Dong Rifei stopped in his footsteps. He sneered, squinted at Qi Bei, and said, "Are you missing a day of practice because you want me to win without martial arts? Qi Bei, I hope Don't look too ugly when you lose."

Qi Bei turned to look at him: "Who are you...?"

Dong Rifei was so angry that his white hair was about to stand on end, Qi Bei suddenly said "Oh", and comforted him: "It doesn't matter, more or less practice is the result. You work hard! Try to be selected, I am optimistic about you !"

Out of the corner of his eyes, he glanced at the photographer who was taking another sneak shot in the corner, Qi Bei smiled slightly, clenched his fists, and made a very standard cute cheering gesture.

With a wave of his hand, the boy in the pink class A uniform floated back to his dormitory against the cloudy clouds.

Dong Rifei's face was almost green, he stared at the camera, with a cool face, and staggered away.

In a blink of an eye, it's the weekend again, and the second episode of "Oulian" on Tomato TV is about to start broadcasting!

Countless girls, young women and aunts have been waiting by the TV early, hoping for the appearance of their favorite little brother.

The official website of "Oulian" will also open the audience voting channel after the end of tonight's show, and the second ranking of the students will be determined by the total number of votes at the deadline three days later.This time, nearly one-third of the contestants will be cruelly eliminated, leaving only 68 seats. This is a very important event for both the students and the new fans of "Oulian" night.