The husband in the mobile phone is alive and swollen

In fact, Yemo didn't put all his strength on Han Feiling's body, but put his elbows on Han Feiling's pillow, fixing his head between his arms.

He lowered his head, almost touching Han Feiling's lips, "Why are you nervous?"

Han Feiling stared wide-eyed, blinking and blinking, his eyelashes touched Yemo's, and felt like they were about to become entangled.

He was tickled by the breath that fell on his own people, and he was stunned for a while before answering: "I, I, I, I'm not nervous!"

"Then why are you stuttering?"

"..."

Yemo pressed his palm on the top of Han Feiling's head, and pressed his forehead against Han Feiling's.

This posture forced Han Feiling's chin to lift slightly, and his lips almost touched Yemo's.

"Did you forget who the original owner of this bed belonged to?"

Han Feiling didn't dare to act rashly, he just opened his mouth and answered, "Your."

"Then it's wrong for me to sleep in my own bed?"

"That's right...that's right."

"Hmm. Very good."

When Ye Mo said this, the right corner of his mouth was raised slightly, and the smile on his face looked a bit sinister.

"Then let's talk about sharing the same bed."

Han Feiling's eyes widened: "?????"

"You are a man, and I am a man. What you have, I have. What I have, you must have. Even if we sleep naked together, what does it matter?"

"!!!!!!" It's a big deal!I'm so fucking up!

"That's Chen|Bo." Yemo replied with a smile on his lips as if he had heard what was in his heart.

"?????!!!!!!"

Yemo blinked his eyes, and pushed Han Feiling hard, causing Han Feiling to let out a "huh" sound suddenly.

Then, he laughed even harder, "I also won."

Han Feiling: "..." What the hell do you mean?ah!

Just when Han Feiling's face was full of "...", Yemo pressed his palm on the bed and got up.

He got up just like when he was doing push-ups, and the yurt they were sticking together hit again due to his strength. The strength was not small, and Han Feiling couldn't hold back his "hmm~" again.

Hearing this provocative voice, Yemo's eyes were frighteningly deep for a moment.

But only for a moment, he calmed down his expression well, grabbed the mobile phone on the bedside table, and canceled the alarm clock.

Then, he got out of bed and walked to the bathroom with just a pair of underwear.After closing the door, he lowered his head and looked at his yurt, what the hell was it like.

He simply took off, walked into the bathroom inside, turned on the shower, and used cold water to suppress the dryness of his body.

Cold water fell down his chiseled neck.

And he stood motionless, his mind full of Han Feiling's "hmm" under him.

For a moment, he hesitated.Hesitating whether to simply do nothing.

Han Feiling, who was still hiding in the quilt outside, didn't know what the people in the bathroom were thinking, but he himself regretted it at this moment.

Thinking of how the male god was so close to him just now, he slapped his hands on his face and said in a low voice, "Why don't you kiss me! Just kiss me, let you hesitate! I'm sure you won't be able to kiss again in the future! Woooooooooooooooooo!"

However, there was another voice in my mind saying: "Han Feiling, you are really crazy. If you really kiss, you and the male god may not even be friends. At that time, you will regret it!" "

Thinking of this made him breathe a sigh of relief again, and he didn't regret it so much, but when he thought of the way Yemo was pressing on him just now, Han Feiling grabbed the quilt and covered his head, feeling so ashamed.

He hid under the quilt and remained motionless, but he was roaring in his heart: "He's still hating me! Fuck, I've already deserved it, and I'm still hating me!... But, what does he mean by telling me that he deserved it? He's implying me, and I sleep with him, can he wake up? No, no, no, he said it’s a physiological | physical | reaction. Holding grass, it’s so annoying!"

Thinking of this, he suddenly pulled off the quilt covering his head, raised his head and looked at the bathroom, the door was still closed, and the male god was still taking a bath inside, so he shouldn't come out so soon.

Han Feiling hurriedly got up, jumped to the sofa in the room, grabbed the luggage bag he brought two days ago, dug out a set of clothes from it, and quickly put it on himself.

When Yemo came out after washing up, he was still wearing only a pair of underwear.

This time, Han Feiling, who was lying on the bed, boldly took a second look, and found that Han Feiling's figure was really good.

The vigorous and powerful arms have distinct lines, not to mention the eight-pack abs, and the proportions of the entire body are simply perfect.Of course, the size of the yurt is also included.

Gee tut.

It's not that Yemo didn't notice the man's gaze, but he acted calmly. He walked to the sofa, grabbed the jeans that were left there yesterday, and put on the pants first.Then the shirt, then the gray sweater.

Finally, he grabbed the black coat and hung it on his arm, and turned to face the person on the bed.

"If I remember correctly, today is the afternoon class, you still have time, you can sleep a little longer."

Han Feiling turned over and lay on his side, "I'll brew it up later, and sleep as soon as I can. God, it's only eight o'clock. Do you have something to do at the hotel, and you have to wake up so early?"

"No." Yemo replied, "I found a dance class for Ning Ning, and I want to take her to class when she recovers from her illness. I made an appointment with the person in charge of the training class today, so I'll go and have a look first."

"Oh!" Han Feiling crawled to the edge of the bed and got closer to Yemo, "Did you tell Ningning? Is she very happy?"

"I haven't told her yet, we'll talk about it when things are confirmed." Yemo glanced at his watch, "It's almost time, I'm leaving, you go to sleep."

"Okay! God, bye."

Ye Mo let out a "hmm" and walked towards the gate.

When he was holding the doorknob, he stopped suddenly, without turning his head, and said to the people behind him, "It's not a bad thing to get used to sleeping naked, you don't need to get up to get dressed, anyway, you don't have a good figure... But, it feels good .”

After saying these words, Yemo opened the door and walked out, leaving Han Feiling with a bewildered expression.

After three seconds, Han Feiling jumped up, "Wow, what do you mean it feels good? So, I felt someone touching me last night. Didn't I dream? What about kissing?! Shit, am I sleepwalking?" Forcibly kissing the male god?!"

In the empty room, no one answered him.

"No, what does the male god mean by this?!" Han Feiling said this to the air, and lay back down again.

He didn't know that Yemo who opened the door didn't leave directly, but stood at the door of the room, for no reason, just wanted to hear how he felt about this sentence.

Then, he heard Han Feiling talking to himself, and thought, "I still feel it? Hehe, I thought you slept like a pig."

Standing at the door for a while, after confirming that there was no sound inside, he turned around, walked out of the lounge, and headed for the office across the corridor.

The author has something to say:

The front is always locked, which makes me a little anxious...so I changed some words.

Feel sorry.Estimated to affect the reading a bit.