Cannon fodder is the real god

Fengfeng's hands are beautiful, almost transparent white, with clearly visible blue blood vessels and slender fingers with well-defined joints. These are a pair of hands that are naturally suitable for playing the piano.

However, at this time, the delicate hands that were supposed to be jumping on the keys were not at all noble and elegant, but very...vulgar without limit.

While Shan En scolded in his heart, he really ruined such a pair of beautiful hands, and at the same time couldn't help trembling slightly.

Feng Feng didn't think there was anything wrong with her behavior, her lips touched Shan En's earlobe, and the tip of her tongue gently licked it, causing the body of the person in control to tremble uncontrollably.

Shan En hated this state of his body being out of control, turned his head to look at Feng Feng, gritted his teeth and said: "This is my home! Don't mess around..."

Then with a sullen face, he raised his hand, grabbed it, and pulled Feng Feng's hand out.

Fengqing let Shan En hold his hand tightly, fixed his eyes on him, and after a while, he giggled: "Your hands are shaking~"

"Take it away." Shan En's voice trembled a little, and he threw away the pair of slender, white and bony hands without hesitation.

"Don't..." Fengfeng refused bluntly, and the hands that were thrown away slowly wrapped around Shan En's neck again, lowered his head slightly, and his lips slowly moved down from the hair that smelled of fresh shampoo. Shan En branded a kiss on the white and smooth earlobe, and then stretched out the tip of his tongue to carefully trace the shape and outline of the earlobe, once again successfully making the boy in his arms tremble slightly.

The cold lips snaked up like a snake, and stopped on the tip of the ear. The teeth lightly closed, biting the cartilage at the tip of Shan En's ear. Feeling the violent trembling of the young man's body in his intimate embrace, he laughed coquettishly and joyfully.

"Well, you are so sensitive..."

"Dead pervert..."

Fengfeng buried her head tightly into his neck, pressed her face against the skin of Shan En's neck, and softly called out in an extremely ambiguous tone: "Shang... En... Shan... En..."

The long eyelashes fluttered, and the blackness in the pupils was as deep as an abyss. Looking at the young man who was tightly hugged in his arms, his eyes were full of sickness and paranoia.

Fengfeng bent her eyes and smiled sweetly, Shan En, you are mine, you are mine...

Shan En stabilized his rippling mind, gritted his teeth and reminded again: "Is this how you taught me to study?"

"Uh... study..." Feng Feng suddenly turned his face to meet Shan En's eyes, he didn't know what he thought of, his pale and delicate face gradually became flushed, his bright red lips were slightly parted, his expression was blurred, and he was extremely charming. Even the breathing was a little unsteady and panting...

Shane:! ! !

Mother!I was treated as an object of sexual fantasy by the tutor you invited back! !He is ready to strike! !Please fire him! !

Feng Feng let go of his arms around Shan En, and slowly moved in front of Shan En.Pushing away the textbook on the desk with one hand, leaning lazily on the table, lowering his head slightly, a few strands of dark black hair fell from his forehead, the corners of his eyes were still slightly red, and the eyes were drooping, Looking at his body, he said in a very pleasant tone: "It's very happy..."

Black trousers wrapped her slender and straight legs, which bulged into a small hill at an indescribable position.

Fengfeng said that it is very happy...

very happy...

Happy you are paralyzed!

Mother! !Please fire him again! ! ! !immediately! !immediately! ! !

Fengfeng looked at his lower abdomen steadily, then raised his eyes and gave Shan En an extremely ambiguous look, stuck out his tongue, and licked the corner of his mouth obscenely, Shan En felt that Fengfeng at this time was like a male in heat The dog, looking at him with spring in his eyes, exudes a coquettish, erotic/sexy aura all over his body, every movement he makes, every look in his eyes seems to be releasing a "**me" signal to people .

Spicy eyes!

Shan En turned his face away expressionlessly, and it was clear that he couldn't see it.

"You look like you have a cold personality, but I still like it..." Feng Feng sighed, then lowered his head in frustration, looking down at himself.

Seeing that it didn't show signs of going down for a long time, he glanced at Shan En with a slight resentment in his eyes, and his tone was full of distress, and he said softly to a certain harmonious position of himself: "I have wronged you..."

Then lift your feet and leave.

He didn't close the door, and after a while, a light moan and panting came from outside the door, Shan En supported the desk and put his hand on his forehead, he couldn't help the headache, and the door of the toilet was also left open!

Shan En kicked away the chair, got up and closed the door hard and locked it. The blushing voice was much quieter and barely audible, and he leaned against the door and let out a long sigh of relief.

It's just torture, I was almost bent by a gay guy just now... because the coquettish panting is really very...very flavorful...

After about half an hour, Shan En heard the sound of turning the handle of the door.Well, the durability is good, but young people, do you think that you have stepped through this threshold, and there is still a possibility to come in?pattern.

"Ah, I'm so sad...well, you locked me out." Feng Feng was crying pretentiously outside the door.

Shan En sat down in a good mood, and even kindly said to the door: "Cry whatever you want, and no one will care about you if you cry your throat."

Then I completely ignored the sexist/sex maniac who was selling miserably at the door, arranged the textbooks and some scratch paper exercise books, readjusted my mentality and started to study.

After a while, the unrealistic cries outside the door finally disappeared, and the world became quiet.

I don't know how long it took, and when I was a little dizzy, Shan En finally pulled his thoughts away from the book's question bank. He rubbed his shoulders and waist, which were sore from sitting for a long time, when there was a bang bang bang outside the door. There was a knock on the door, and Shane stood up reflexively to open the door.

As he walked, he asked, "Who is it?"

As soon as the door was opened, a delicate white hand with well-defined knuckles climbed in, and Shan En immediately realized, "Damn it, there is still a pervert locked out of the door by him!"However, it was already too late, Feng Feng squeezed his body in slowly but irresistibly, leaning against the door frame and winking at Shan En, "Well, are you hungry?"

Hearing Feng Feng's words, Shan En felt that he was already very hungry. The heavy mental work was consuming energy, and his empty stomach urgently needed some food supplements.Then a burst of food aroma came in from outside the door, the aroma was alluring, and it hit Shan En's breath, causing him to swallow his saliva.

Feng Feng stretched out his hand and pushed the door wide open, and the fragrance of the living room floated in, instantly permeating Shan En's room.

Shan En only hesitated for a second, then went out without a bone, and walked towards the dining table.

Qingqing chuckled, then sat down opposite Shan En.

After stripping off the last bite of food, Shan En looked at his swollen belly speechlessly. Right now, he doesn't want to move at all.So with his hard dead fish eyes, he said to Feng Feng who was sitting opposite: "You wash the dishes."

Style: "Good~"

The promise was too straightforward, and Shan En actually felt guilty from the bottom of his heart... Inexplicably, there was a strange feeling that he was bullying others...

As if he had seen through Shan En's psychology, Feng Feng smiled suddenly. He put down the chopsticks in his hand, sat upright in his seat, looked at Shan En and said softly: "From now on, I will be responsible for cooking and washing dishes. ,OK......"

Sean replied without hesitation: "Okay."

Then as soon as he finished speaking, Shan En wanted to give himself a big mouth, what a fart!

The author has something to say: [Small Theater]

Sean (coffin face): "You go cook."

Style (kiss): "Okay~"

Sean (dead fish eyes): "Go and wash the dishes."

Style (kiss): "Okay~"

Sean (spreading belly): "I'm full, rub it."

Fengqing (stretches out his hand): "Okay~"

Sean: "You are down there."

Style: "Good~"

Sean: "Well... bastard... bastard, no... that's not what it means!"