The seventh rule of the male god

—Eye has not seen, ear has not heard, and heart has not conceived what God has prepared for those who love Him.

"What did you say?"

After Yun Changfeng spoke, his voice became lower and lower. Qi Liubai only heard the first six characters, and couldn't distinguish the sound of his characters later, so he asked aloud.

"It's nothing." Yun Changfeng smiled lightly.

Qi Liubai frowned, he always felt that he seemed to have missed something important just now.

After Yun Changfeng changed his clothes, of course, he still shamelessly went to the bathroom to change.

Unintentional sex and seduction are inevitable, but nothing can go too far. Sexual desire is a way of judging feelings, but if it is only regarded as the object of sexual desire, even if he has feelings for you, it is very full marks, top It's probably just a basic five points.

"Is there something you want from me?" Yun Changfeng tugged at the collar of his shirt, and looked at Qi Liubai who was sitting on his bed. Why do you feel that they look like they have finished that thing now?

"It's purely boring." Qi Liubai spit out three words slowly, making people a little unpredictable.

Yun Changfeng walked up to him, looked down at Qi Liubai, his eyelids drooped, and his pure black eyes undisguisedly looked at this boy whom he defined as a teenager.

Single eyelid, black eyes, with light brown eyes, his eyes are always showing a bit of evil to the extreme, making people sweat coldly on the back.

In the depths of the eyes, it circles around, as if a patch of moonlight and mercury is formed in a whirling manner.

Qi Liubai like this is unexpectedly dangerous.

Yun Changfeng suddenly stretched out his hand to lift Qi Liubai's chin, his eyes met, his fingertips carelessly rubbed against the skin of his chin, Qi Liubai knocked off his hand, and rolled his eyes.

"...Even if you like me, I can't touch me!"

Delusion?

Yun Changfeng laughed, whether it was an illusion or not, he found it very interesting, the smile on the corner of his mouth was constantly enlarged, and his voice was deliberately lowered like a devil playing a violin: "Since it's boring, why don't you come to love one day."

"Is it to spend 24 hours like a real couple? It's a good idea." Qi Liubai understood Yun Changfeng's meaning in seconds.

Yun Changfeng looked at the watch and said: "49:[-], leave blank, I think you haven't had breakfast yet, don't you mind staying?"

How did you get into your own mode so quickly?Thinking this way, Qi Liubai stood up and went out of the bedroom door with Yun Changfeng, walked downstairs, and said with a teasing smile: "Honey, of course I don't mind, if it's your handicraft."

"My pleasure."

Even though he said so, Yun Changfeng didn't have much confidence. Although he was very particular about food, he was not a person who paid attention to appetite and rarely cooked, but... Yun Changfeng smiled, which is another What does it matter.

The butler watched his young master go downstairs, who is that next to him?He didn't know it!

The butler smiled kindly at his young master: "Master, breakfast is ready."

"No need for the housekeeper, Changfeng plans to make breakfast for me."

Yun Changfeng was going to say something, but was cut off by Qi Liubai, so he had to smile at his housekeeper, turned and went into the kitchen. After preliminary observation, he felt that the relationship between his housekeeper and Qi Liubai was quite good.

So he didn't realize that the moment he turned around, Qi Liubai gave his housekeeper a provocative look, and his housekeeper's expression was distraught.

Ahem, so, this is really a beautiful misunderstanding.

Three past eight.

Yun Changfeng put two bowls of porridge on the dining table, the smooth milky white table reflected Qi Liubai's speechless face for a long time.

In fact, the appearance is not bad, the kind that can definitely give full marks, but the fucking Qi Liubai can't smell anything, are you kidding me, are you kidding me, or are you kidding me?

Seemingly seeing Qi Liubai's thoughts, Yun Changfeng reacted, took out his chair and sat down, his eyes were gentle and forgiving: "Sorry, I only focused on styling."

"..." It turns out that porridge still needs to be styled. Forgive me for being ignorant and living in seclusion in the mountains. I don't know the rules. I really feel guilty.

Supernaturally accepted Yun Changfeng's words in his heart, but Qi Liubai didn't say it.

Well, keep in good relationship mode.

The butler next to him had already executed Qi Liubai Lingchi a hundred times with his eyes, and he was ruthlessly castigated in his heart, he was indeed a scumbag.

The young master is so hard-working and disgusted! !

Qi Liubai glanced at the butler as if aware of it, then retracted his gaze, picked up the bowl, took a sip tentatively, the temperature was just right, not too hot, but it could achieve the effect of warming the stomach, the millet was also very soft and waxy, with just the right taste, very Obviously, the person who made this porridge put his heart into it.

But root!Book!without!have!taste!road!

Qi Liubai frowned, he is not a tasteless lover, drinking this porridge is a completely mechanical action.

Can't help looking sideways at Yun Changfeng, the sitting posture of that person gives people a visual appreciation, the upbringing of the aristocratic family flows down from the details, his speed of drinking porridge tends to be slow, elegant and regular, and there will be a slight pause when he takes a sip Swallow it again.

After long years of precipitation and the accumulation of the times, the elegance of the aristocratic family comes from the characteristics engraved in the soul, which is as impeccable as an etiquette textbook.

Seeming to have noticed his gaze, Yun Changfeng looked at him, first froze for a moment, then raised his lips and corners unconsciously, revealing a touch of tenderness inadvertently.

In March, the spring breeze is full of sunshine, and the breeze and clouds pass over the nails.

Qi Liubai lowered his head unexpectedly, took a sip of the porridge, it was a little sweet, originally sugar was added and settled at the bottom, now it began to overflow slowly, and then filled the atrium gently.

What kind of person is Yun Changfeng?

Eight forty-six.

"Where are you going next?" Qi Liubai drank milk with one hand, walking side by side with Yun Changfeng.

"...Buy couple clothes? Go to the playground?"

"……Ha ha."

The weather is sunny and cloudy, and the morning sun slowly seeps down from the sky, gradually waking up this noisy city.

Ah Jing didn't like her cousin very much, the kind she didn't like very much, she hated this little kid from the first time she saw it.

Early this morning, he was dragged to the playground by his cousin, and Ah Jing was a little dissatisfied with this.

It's okay to play, but she doesn't have much joy when playing with a tow bottle.

She was about to pay for the cotton candy her cousin was looking for, when she glanced out of the corner of her eye, and was attracted by the young man sitting under the shade of a tree enjoying the cool.

The trees were verdant, and the sunlight fell on them in fragments, covering them with large shadows.

The boy under the tree was wearing blue and white ripped jeans, a jacket of the same color, and a pure white T-shirt inside. The T-shirt was close-fitting, and faint muscles could be seen faintly. He was drinking a bottle of mineral water with his head up.

Fragments of light fell from the overlapping leaves and hit his pure black hair. Half of his handsome face was in the sun and half in the shadows, making his facial features look as deep as sculptures, with a sense of chaotic beauty intertwined with time.

I believe that there are many girls secretly watching this boy like her.

The teenager who raced with that guy last time?Maybe it shouldn't be called a teenager, so... a man?This doesn't seem right either.

Because the sense of mystery between youthfulness and maturity is very charming and makes people's heart beat.

Another familiar figure appeared in the line of sight, with a tall figure, handsome facial features, a touch of gentleness and coldness between the eyebrows and eyes, blue and white jeans, a jacket of the same color, and a white T-shirt, unexpectedly wearing the same clothes.

Ah Jing seemed to hear the heartbreaking voices of the girls around her, and smiled viciously, bl is domineering?

Ah Jing felt someone tugging at the corner of her clothes, and when she looked down, she found that it was a cute little bun. The little bun pointed to the cotton candy in her hand, and looked at her eagerly.

She smiled slightly, bought another marshmallow, looked at it, and squatted down. "Little brother, I'll give you a marshmallow, can you send the other marshmallow to the big brother over there?"

As he spoke, he pointed at Qi Liubai, and the little bun seemed to understand A Jing's meaning in a daze, and replied inarticulately: "Well, thank you... sister... sister."

"No thanks." Ah Jing patted Xiao Baozi's head, kissed his forehead, and then got up to leave.

She smiled, smiling beautifully.