After I fell in love with the double slag Gong, Bai Yueguang came back

In the freezing cold wind, Jiang Yan's voice was low and seductive, and the warm breath burned to the cold ears, making the tips of the ears feel hot. Cheng Jianyu looked at him for a few seconds without saying a word, his eyes were quiet under the brown ski goggles, and slowly passed by. Looking at the arm on the shoulder, "let go."

"What are you afraid of?" Jiang Yan supported his shoulder with one hand, lowered his face, and his breath sprayed on the lens and blew into a thin mist. He wiped it off with his thumb, looked deeply at Cheng Jianyu, and the corner of his mouth was half a smile, "Didn't you say Want to be friends with me? Is it normal for friends to help each other?"

Cheng Jianyu was a little startled, his brows were furrowed, and he withdrew his gaze and looked ahead, "Let's start." If you really can't pass the psychological test, there is no need to talk about being friends.

Jiang Yan restrained his smile, and taught skiing skills in a serious manner. Compared with the half-speaking Chinese coach Dodan, the teaching was simpler and more vivid, and the theoretical knowledge could be understood at a glance. Frolicking, he rushed out along the snowy road, the white in front of his eyes kept retreating, the whistling wind hung in his ears, and in an instant, only the sound of the wind remained.

The speed is getting faster and faster, the breathing is getting more and more urgent, the cold air is rushing into the lungs like a snake, stirring the fragile abdomen with dull pain, the next sharp turn, the snowball fight on one side suddenly slips, and the body with an imbalanced center of gravity "cracks" Falling sideways on the snow, he was wearing a heavy down jacket and safety armor, and he completed the first fall of a novice without pain.

"do not move!"

Just about to get up and continue, Jiang Yan's voice came from a distance, Cheng Jianyu propped his hands on the snow, and sat up with effort, Jiang Yan slid to his side, put down the snowball, bent down and patted the snow on his body, "Does it hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt."

Cheng Jianyu held Jiang Yan's hand and stood up, Jiang Yan hugged him from behind, his strong arms tightly wrapped around his waist, and lightly kicked Cheng Jianyu's snow boots, looking serious and dignified like a good teacher, "Relax your body , split the legs, don't clamp them so tightly."

Cheng Jianyu was embraced by warmth, and couldn't help but glance back at him. Jiang Yan looked at him innocently, and blinked slowly a few times, as if what he said was normal. If Cheng Jianyu didn't know him well enough, he would inevitably be fooled. As if nothing had happened, "What else?"

"Sink down from the waist." Jiang Yan hooked his waist tightly with his arms, forcing his body to press forward, and then leaned to his ear, the cool breath of chewing gum drifted away, "Bend your knees, don't let your calves be soft, understand?"

"anything else?"

"Huh? You have strong legs and buttocks." Jiang Yan said, patting the polar bear's cartoon buttocks.

Cheng Jianyu stared ahead, and said slowly: "Is it like the current posture?" Before Jiang Yan could answer, he stood up straight suddenly, and his helmet hit Jiang Yan's jaw with a muffled sound, and then he elbowed hard. After the impact, Jiang Yan hit his hard-skinned abdomen. Jiang Yan let out a heavy "hiss", pulled in severe pain, covered his abdomen with his hands, and was so painful that he couldn't stand up.

"It's your own fault." Cheng Jianyu said coldly, took off the ski goggles with one hand, raised the wrist holding the ski pole, and handed the slender red iron pipe to Jiang Yanfeng's sharp Adam's apple, poking the skin of his neck coolly, like an indestructible sword, with no face He asked with a warning expression, "Do you dare in the future?"

In the boundless world of ice and snow, he is even more white and glowing. No pores can be seen on his warm and greasy cheeks. There is a thin layer of snowflakes on his black eyelashes. His lips are light in color. Only the tip of his tongue is red between opening and closing. Jiang Yan is silent. He looked at him silently for a few seconds, while rubbing his abdomen with one hand, he took advantage of the situation and grabbed his ski pole, pulled hard, and abruptly drew the distance between the two of them, and said cutely, "Don't dare, baby Do not be angry."

Cheng Jianyu drew back his ski pole, leaned on the ground, and slid forward lightly, without looking at Jiang Yan, leaving a ruthless and lonely back.

It's quite like killing a person in ten steps, never leaving a thousand miles away, brushing off his clothes when it's over, hiding the taste of his body and fame, Jiang Yan stared at his figure, his eyes full of hope, compared to the years when Cheng Jianyu hated and ignored him, now "Flirting" is nothing, no matter what others say, he enjoys it himself.

After such a fall, Cheng Jianyu completely mastered the skiing skills, and the whole mountain turned into an amusement park, like a free-spirited lynx, wandering in it wantonly, and the orange ski cap on his head became the most eye-catching color in the audience, which made all sports losers feel ashamed.

Dodan is a complicated country. Like most Southeast Asian countries, people believe in Buddhism, including Brahmanism and Tantric Buddhism. People in colorful clothes come and go on colorful streets, and golden and white temples are full of incense. The majestic pagoda stands tall, flocks of white pigeons fly by, and flags of various colors float in the clear blue sky.

Cheng Jianyu looked at it while walking. The exotic buildings were pleasing to the eye, but he was not very interested in religious beliefs. Jiang Yan put his hands in his pockets and walked side by side with him.

Yan Rong, the leader of the team, acted as a tour guide, and introduced eloquently: "This temple means self-radiation in Dodan. It is rumored that this place used to be a small island, and a certain saint practiced here. Later, the tide receded and the island turned into a mountain. The island is full of golden lotus flowers, and believers built this temple in memory of the saint."

"In the pagoda we saw, the eyes on all sides are called the eyes of Dodan. The symbol on the top floor means the number 1 in Sanskrit, which means the unity of all religions. The pagoda has thirteen floors, representing ten Three levels..."

"No, Teacher Yan..." Chengcheng stretched out his hand and counted, and said doubtfully, "There are only twelve tower vertebrae."

Yan Rong was stunned, looked up at the pagoda, and counted carefully. There were really only twelve. He stood there for a few seconds. Could it be that he really remembered it wrong?

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Yan Rong couldn't hide his face. He didn't expect to make such a low-level mistake. When the show was broadcast, he could imagine how he would be ridiculed. Said: "Teacher Yan, you remember correctly."

"There were indeed thirteen pagodas here before. Because of an earthquake half a year ago, the local ancient buildings were severely damaged. What we see now is the restored pagoda."

Yan Rong recalled the news and smiled appreciatively, "Xiao Yu, it's no surprise that I'm a screenwriter, and my memory is really good."

Jiang Yan frowned proudly, put his elbows on Cheng Jianyu's shoulders naturally, and said softly and affectionately, "That's great, give me a face, just say a few more words to make him shut up."

Cheng Jianyu glanced at him casually, reminding Jiang Yan not to be so naive, Jiang Yan smiled, hugged his shoulders and let go quickly.

"These ancient buildings really can't stand the earthquake." Yan Rong sighed regretfully.

That night, Cheng Jianyu's legs were swollen, and he was suffering from the sequelae of skiing for the first time. No wonder he felt uncomfortable in the afternoon. After taking a hot bath, he planned to take a towel and apply it. If you don't go, Jiang Yan won't go, stay in the hotel with him.

Cheng Jianyu had one long straight leg hanging by the bed, and the other leg was bent and stepped on the edge of the bed. The nightgown was messy and pressed under his body. A large area of ​​skin was soft and delicate, dyed a warm and light orange under the crystal chandelier. Squeeze the tensed muscles of the calf.

Jiang Yan leaned on the sofa, clicked his tongue softly, and communicated with the chief director today. Cheng Jianyu is not in good health yet, so he made a request. In the future, the process will arrange more suitable events for all ages. Dangerous games like skiing should be passed. He If you can't control Cheng Jianyu, you can always control other people.

Watching the healing program, there were not many dangerous items in the first place, and the chief director was forced to change them to plan [-] under the pressure of lust.

On the night of altitude sickness, seeing Cheng Jianyu feeling uncomfortable, he regretted participating in the Laoshizi travel show. He only thought that he could contact Cheng Jianyu openly, and did not consider the physical factors of Jianyu during the process. It was too unqualified.

Jiang Yan sighed in his heart. From now on, the two of them will only travel to the plains and beaches, and will not consider places with high altitudes. Thinking of this, he got up and took off his jacket, wearing only a slim T-shirt, walked to the bed in a few steps, and crossed his legs casually. While sitting, Cheng Jianyu looked at him vigilantly. Just as his calf was about to be raised by the bed, Jiang Yan reached out and pressed Bai Jing's knee, "I'll press it for you."

Cheng Jianyu looked skeptical, and obviously didn't believe Jiang Yan's intentions. He wrapped his warm palms around the sore muscles of his calves, and rubbed them in a circular motion, with even force and just right, just like professional massage techniques. He gradually relaxed, from top to bottom Looking at Jiang Yan, he said lightly, "You know this."

According to his understanding of Jiang Yan, Jiang Yan is proficient in most of the money-burning hobbies, video games and luxury cars to keep fit, which is even better than most straight men. He didn't expect to be able to massage such a delicate job.

Jiang Yan held his thin ankle, put Cheng Jianyu's foot on his knee, and rubbed his calf carefully with both hands, "The swelling from skiing was worse than this before, so I learned a few tricks from the coach."

The thumb rubbed the acupoint of the most sore muscle, Cheng Jianyu subconsciously let out a soft "um", Jiang Yan's heart skipped a beat, and looking up at him, Cheng Jianyu collected his emotions, still with that lukewarm face.

Jiang Yan lowered his eyes and continued to press as if nothing had happened. Cheng Jianyu was in a state of confusion. He was wearing a down jacket during the day, and he couldn't feel anything in close physical contact. But at this moment, he could clearly feel the temperature of his palms, rubbing against the skin of his calves, and the muscle lines on his half-rolled sleeves. Well-proportioned and smooth, the light blue veins are clear and prominent, young and bold and full of wildness.

The uncontrollable flow of thoughts, the more Cheng Jianyu told himself not to think wildly, the more the thoughts in his mind jumped out. Those absurd years and chaotic images appeared in front of his eyes. These hands were once intimate with him and visited every inch of his body. Territory, even better than himself, knew his body, the valves of his pleasure.

The roots of his ears were hot, and a wave of heat rushed to his whole body. Jiang Yan's pressing and kneading techniques gradually slowed down, his jaw line was smooth and clear, and his Adam's apple rolled up and down, as if he had thought of something.

Of course Cheng Jianyu knew what he was thinking, adjusted his breathing calmly, and slowly pumped his calf backwards, "It's ok."

Jiang Yan held his ankle, pulled his wrist back hard, raised his head, restrained his deep eyes, like a very hungry cheetah, and asked in a hoarse voice: "Is it comfortable?"

"Well, you can rest." Cheng Jianyu could almost feel the temperature of his ears, and his steady heartbeat was a little out of rhythm.

Jiang Yan caressed his thin and white calf, his heart was surging, the blood all over his body rushed to one place, he loosened the restraint, Cheng Jianyu couldn't wait to retract his legs, the next second Jiang Yan stood up suddenly, and slowly approached him, Cheng Jianyu's heart tightened, and he supported it with his backhand The bed was dodged backwards, Jiang Yan propped himself on the bed with one hand, looked at him almost face to face, and asked calmly, "Do you want something more comfortable?"

The author has something to say: Jiang Yan’s skiing skills are all true, and you can learn to ski in two hours after mastering the skills!

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Thanks to the little angel who threw the grenade: 2 greasy middle-aged fritters;

Thanks to the little angel who cast the mines: 5 greasy middle-aged fritters; For my support, I will continue to work hard!