[Quick Transmigration] The hero's blackening value has exploded again

Zhou Jiale chuckled, and continued joking, "Brother Ji Feng, you're blushing."

"Stop making trouble." Ji Feng was pointed out and deliberately put on a cold face, but the heat on his face couldn't go down, forming a great contrast with his expression.

Zhou Jiale smiled with his eyes crooked, as beautiful as a crescent moon. He took a step back, took the towel from his hand, wiped his hair, and walked to the sofa: "Let's do homework together."

Ji Feng looked at his slender back with only the vest on, and sighed silently.

He didn't dare to force Zhou Jiale to change again, for fear that he would be like just now, forcing himself to lose control of his heartbeat.

He took a bottle of water from the refrigerator and pressed it on his face. The cold water bottle lowered the temperature on his face. Ji Feng exhaled, adjusted his expression, and walked over.

The two sat facing each other on the carpet under the sofa, leaning over the coffee table to do their homework.

Zhou Jiale didn't concentrate on writing. After writing for a while, he turned his head to look at the floor-to-ceiling windows that were constantly making noise from the rain.

"Concentrate." Ji Feng looked up at him and said in a deep voice.

Zhou Jiale said, "I'm thinking about something."

Ji Feng: "You only wrote two questions, and you made mistakes."

Zhou Jiale: "..."

Looking across at Ji Feng who was concentrating on his homework with his head down, he seemed to be so preoccupied that he had forgotten the ambiguous atmosphere between the two of them before their homework.

Zhou Jiale curled his lips, stretched out his bare feet, and put them on Ji Feng's calf.

His feet were cold, but Ji Feng's legs were much hotter, Ji Feng was startled by his sudden movement, his eyelashes trembled, and he looked up at him.

Under the coffee table, their legs were so close that they could easily touch each other.

Zhou Jiale propped his hands behind his back, stretched his legs, and stepped on Ji Feng's calf with his small soft soles.

"What are you doing?" Ji Feng saw that the dent in his collarbone was getting deeper in such a posture, and he tightened his fingers holding the pen.

Zhou Jiale smiled like a cunning little fox, and said, "Help me warm."

Ji Feng lowered his head and stared at him stepping on his feet, the toes were shiny and lovely, without any blemish.

Why would anyone have such beautiful feet?Even the ankle is so slender, and the line of the calf is just right...

"Brother Ji Feng, what are you looking at?" Zhou Jiale's voice was very soft, with a melodious ending, and his tone had a special charm.

Ji Feng came back to his senses, exchanged a glance with him, felt that he had seen through his thoughts just now, immediately looked away, and coughed lightly: "It's nothing, don't step on me."

"Don't be stingy, my feet are a little cold."

Ji Feng said sharply: "Go back and put on socks when it's cold! You're only wearing a vest, you might catch a cold."

"I don't." Zhou Jiale's eyes moved, his legs straightened, and one foot nimbly and quickly got into Ji Feng's clothes, sticking to his abdominal muscles.Ji Feng was so frightened that he immediately stood up: "Song Qi!!"

Zhou Jiale looked like a child who had succeeded in playing a prank. He laughed heartily and fell down on the carpet.

Ji Feng stared at the boy, feeling like a fool being played around, the anger accumulated in his heart completely came up.He went around to the other side of the coffee table and squatted down, grabbed Zhou Jiale's wrist with one hand, and scratched Zhou Jiale's soft flesh on both sides with the other.

Zhou Jiale couldn't stand being scratched by him like this. It was so itchy and uncomfortable that he kept dodging, but he couldn't dodge even if he twisted and twisted. He laughed out of breath: "Stop scratching!"

"Is there still trouble?" Ji Feng's subordinates kept asking, "Huh?"

"Stop making trouble, stop making trouble!"

"Do you know what's wrong?"

"Understood!!" Zhou Jiale's waist was too sensitive, and these few blows made him want to cry.

"Do you want to go back and get dressed?" Ji Feng continued to ask, but he didn't let him go, he scratched a few more times, and found a pair of rabbit ears popping out from the person under him, so he stopped in shock.

The young man lying on the carpet had hands and feet limp under his teasing, his clothes were already disheveled, the hem of his vest was pulled up, exposing his waist, and his cheeks were flushed, his eyes were moist, and his slightly parted red lips breathed out. Warm breath, full of coquettishness.

"Monsoon..." He softly called out, his tear-stained eyelashes trembled, and he looked at him.

Ji Feng felt that his soul was being swept away by his eyes.

"I... I'm still in heat," Zhou Jiale said.

"Huh?" Ji Feng's sluggish mind took a moment to react.

By the way...he had told himself before that he was still in heat and could easily be provoked to react.

Ji Feng quickly let go of his wrist, and said in a panic, "I... you, this, what should I do?"

Zhou Jingle lowered his head.

Ji Feng followed him and fixed his gaze somewhere: "..."

The trousers Zhou Jiale was wearing were soft and light, which was easy to see.

Ji Feng felt that his thoughts were in a mess and he couldn't think anymore.

Zhou Jiale sat up slightly, and leaned against Ji Feng's body, rubbing his rabbit ears against Ji Feng's cheek: "Ji Feng."

The voice is so flattering that water can be squeezed out.