Strategies for flirting through books

Qi Liangqin couldn't see Yan Bozong's reaction when he saw the things he left in the bathroom, and he had no way of knowing, because it didn't mention it in the novel.

As a slamming essay, in fact, most of the time, Yan Bozong didn't know what Yan Bozong was thinking.He went back to his room, brushed his wet hair, and stood in front of the bathroom mirror, looking at himself.

He unbuttoned the bathrobe, stood there naked, touched every inch of his skin with his fingers, those fingers were also slender and fair, such hands were no worse than Yan Bozong's.He put his finger into his mouth and sucked it. His white fingers and red lips were moist from the shower.

But he was thinking in his heart, it's not fair, it's not fair.

Who said that all people are born equal, but people are obviously born unequal. Some people are born rich and beautiful, while others are born ugly and poor.Those who are rich may be lucky all their lives and have the best in everything, while those who are poor may work hard all their lives and still be ordinary people.In the past, he probably had to earn a lot of money and have a very high reputation to be compared with Qi Liangqin who had such an appearance.

Is it really impossible for him and Yan Bozong?

Straight men are poisonous, and every comrade seems to know it, but sometimes it’s hard to control yourself, it’s easy to fall into it, and you’re willing to drink poison to quench your thirst.There are no straight men who can't bend, only gay men who don't work hard. It seems to be a myth of many people.The man in the mirror looks like a goblin, and even a man cannot deny his beauty. If he is infatuated and gives his heart, will he move Yan Bozong's heart?

He got dressed and came out, looked at the floor, then at the big bed, thinking that it would be fine if Yan Songwei didn't come back to sleep.This big bed is really warm and soft, and the dreams I have on it are sweet.So he called Yan Songwei.

The call went through, but it was Tan Qingqing who answered: "He's drinking, he doesn't know when he'll be back, I'll see when the time comes, hang up."

Qi Liangqin heard a noise on the phone, as if Yan Songwei was punching a group of buddies.Yan Songwei couldn't control his mouth, he would drink too much whenever he drank, and nine times out of ten he would never come back.So Qi Liangqin got on the bed immediately, lay down under the blanket, took a pillow and put it on his back, playing with his mobile phone there.

Around ten o'clock in the evening, he felt drowsy. He sat up and looked at the opposite side. He didn't know when the light was turned on. It was Yan Bozong who came back.

He jumped up immediately, climbed to the window seat, and looked across the window, but to his great surprise, the half-open bathroom on the opposite side actually closed the curtain.

His heart was pounding, wondering if Yan Bozong found out that he was peeping?Did he see the thong he left in the bathroom?What was he thinking about?

Qi Liangqin felt like a cat scratching his heart, and really wanted to see Yan Bozong's reaction.He looked at the window for a while, but he couldn't see anything, he was a little bit lost, and was about to close the window, when he suddenly saw Yan Bozong standing in front of the opposite French window, holding a cup in his hand, drinking water while looking this way.

He was so scared that he immediately shrank back, lying on the bed, not daring to move, then crawled over bit by bit, touched the switch on the wall, and turned off the light with a snap.

The room was suddenly plunged into darkness, Yan Bozong should not be able to see him this time, so he peeked out his head, Yan Bozong was still looking here, and it seemed that he was not looking here, but just thinking, and after a while , Yan Bozong disappeared in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, the living room opposite was empty, and the lights were turned off after a while.

Qi Liangqin let out a long breath, and fell on the bed, his whole body was sunk in the bed quilt, he stretched his legs while lying down, and kicked a few times in the air.

With such thoughts in mind, he finally fell into a deep sleep. The night was indeed a good dream. The sun shone in the next day, and it was warm. He yawned, but his hand touched a warm body.

He was so frightened that he got up cleverly, turned his head and saw that it was Yan Songwei, who came back at some unknown time, stretched out on the bed, wearing a big underpants, and threw his clothes all over the floor, from the door to the On the bed, a shoe was still hanging from his ankle.

He quickly slipped out of bed and jumped onto the quilt he spread on the floor. Yan Songwei opened his eyes in a daze when he heard the sound, and looked at him.

Qi Liangqin sat on the ground, pretending to have just woken up: "When did you come back?"

Yan Songwei said vaguely: "I don't remember."

Qi Liangqin thought to himself, fortunately Yan Songwei was very honest when he was drunk and didn't force him, otherwise you can say whether he yelled or not.If you don’t yell, you will definitely suffer, and what’s the use of yelling? It is estimated that the Yan’s family who came to hear the news opened the door and would reprimand him instead: "Oh, what’s the matter, your husband has wronged you by touching and kissing you. What are you shouting for!"

Qi Liangqin was so frightened by his own imagination that his hairs stood on his head. He looked at Yan Songwei vigilantly, thinking that it was a good thing that Yan Songwei was upright.

But to be honest, if the two Yan brothers had to say who is most likely to fuck a man, Yan Songwei is more likely, he is more open to play.

Qi Liangqin quickly lifted up the hanging quilt to cover Yan Songwei's half-naked body.

In fact, Yan Songwei's figure is not bad, and he also has long legs.

He got up to wash up, because the loud noise disturbed Yan Songwei, Yan Songwei muttered a few words, obviously a little impatient.He turned the water to the minimum and washed his face.

After he washed up, he went outside to help Aunt Chun cook.Aunt Chun just got up and said, "It's enough to have me here, why do you get up so early, don't young people snooze, go back and sleep for a while."

"I go to bed early and get up early, and I get used to it, and I wake up at the right time."

Aunt Chun looked at him suspiciously: "When you first came here, you slept until the sun was up every day. You were afraid that the old lady would tell you, so you got up early?" She smiled and said, "She will be unhappy if you get up late, But you don’t have to get up so early. Just get up before breakfast is ready.”

Qi Liangqin smiled. Breakfast was steamed buns and millet porridge. Aunt Chun was a good cook, and all the buns were made by herself.He saw that there was really nothing to keep him busy in the kitchen, so he went out of the kitchen, ready to go outside to get some fresh air, but just as he walked into the living room, he saw Yan Bozong pushing the door in.

He was wearing a tracksuit, with a black wristband tied around his wrist, and his whole body was dripping with sweat, probably because of sweating, his honey-colored skin was flushed, his chest was wet, and his chest muscles were clearly exposed as he breathed. The outline of the chin is still dripping with sweat.This Yan Bozong was a little less majestic and mature, and a little more fiery vigor. When he saw him, he wiped his face with his wristband, his eyes were surprisingly bright.

Qi Liangqin called his brother, Yan Bozong said "hmm", and walked towards the bedroom. Qi Liangqin stood in place and felt the damp heat from Yan Bozong's body. The masculinity became stronger, and he couldn't help it. Taking a breath, realizing what he was doing, he pursed his lips, and was about to push the door out, when Yan Bozong suddenly turned around and shouted: "By the way, wait a minute."

Qi Liangqin's heart beat faster, he turned his head and saw Yan Bozong went in, and came out again after a while, when he saw the things in Yan Bozong's hand, his face suddenly turned red, he didn't know where to look, and turned his head embarrassingly.

"You left it behind, right?" Yan Bozong handed it to him: "Don't forget next time."

Qi Liangqin was blushing enough to bleed, and reached out to take it, but he didn't dare to look up, but he heard Yan Bozong ask, "Isn't it uncomfortable to wear this?"