When I Woke Up, I Become a Coquettish B*tch

After speaking, Qin Yi didn't dare to look at him again.The feeling of being bitten on his lips was too deep, even the fiery breath between Tang Yutian's lips and teeth still remained, burning his entire face almost to burn.

However, Tang Yutian was still sitting on the ground, staring at him without blinking.

Qin Yi almost ran away in despair.

He returned to the room, closed the door, leaned against the door panel and took a dozen sets of deep breaths.

He has never encountered such a thing, and he has lived for nearly 30 years, and he has never even experienced the ordinary holding hands between lovers.

The only love knowledge I know is about puppy love.Due to professional reasons, he must thoroughly study the topic of puppy love in order to guide children correctly on their growth path.He has a lot of research on puppy love, and he doesn't blindly criticize and suppress like other teachers, calling parents at every turn, and putting so much pressure on children.He believes that puppy love is not entirely a bad phenomenon, but more like a double-edged sword. This sword is more effective than textbook knowledge when used well.

But this kiss is not as simple as the puppy love of high school students.

Qin Yi felt that his brain suddenly stopped working, and the book knowledge he had read instantly became useless.

and……

Mao Jixiang told him that Tang Yu was cold by nature.

But just now, Tang Yutian was pushing against him fiercely.Through the fabric, he could feel the heat, and the...obviously erect...shape...

He didn't dare to think about it any further.

When the phone rang in the guest room, Qin Yi was tossing and turning on the bed.

... He always thought that the phone in the room was just a decoration. He had been in this world for so many days, and he really hadn't contacted anyone, and there was no need to contact anyone.

This is Tang Yutian's house, if he was looking for him, he would definitely not call the guest room.Could it be Uncle De?

Just when Qin Yi was about to check the receiver, the phone rang.

Three seconds later, the bell rang again.

Qin Yi half sat up from the bed again, picked up the microphone: "Hello? Hello."

However, he never expected that there was a loveless voice on the other side of the phone, and at the same time he was very familiar with it. The voice whispered a few words: "Baby, help..."

After these words were finished, the phone became busy again.

When Bai Yu came in, Mao Jixiang was squatting on the toilet seat with his mobile phone in his arms, and he was wearing a hat nervously, looking very weird.

Mao Jixiang was stunned when he heard the door opening, he slowly raised his head, and met Bai Yu's paralyzed face like an ice sculpture.

"..."

What the fuck? !

It's unbelievable!Didn't he ask the white thigh that he was going to take a shit?

Even if you have thighs, you don't have the right to trespass on the toilet when the younger brother is shitting ヾ(｀Д)!

Mao Jixiang immediately cut off the call in a hurry and jumped off the toilet seat.Probably out of fright and stupidity, he actually yelled at Bai Yu: "Why did you come in? I haven't finished shit yet!"

There was no fluctuation on Bai Yu's face.

This man is handsome, but he is too scary.

Mao Jixiang was actually very afraid of him, because he couldn't understand at all that there are people in this world who can't put on any expressions, even that psychopath Tang Yutian can mock and smile!

After he yelled, he realized that he was treating his thighs with such an attitude, and suddenly he was at a loss again, and groveled to make amends: "No, I, I, I haven't started to poop yet, I'm still brewing, I can't poop every time I like squatting on the toilet seat and brewing when I was young, forgive me for being anxious when I am constipated, big brother..."

Mao Jixiang ran the train with his mouth full, and when he didn't know where the train was going, he was delighted to find that the white thigh finally had a little reaction!

he!

Blink!

"..."

Mao Jixiang felt that there was something wrong with him, so what was there to be happy about?

The two were in a stalemate for a while, then Bai Yu took two steps back and went out without changing his face.

Mao Jixiang was behind him, shouting 'Brother, I love you' while running to close the door.

He didn't forget to lock the door this time, but when he squatted on the toilet again and dialed it back secretly, there was a mechanized prompt from China Mobile in the receiver: "Hello, your phone has been shut down for arrears." ..."

WTF!

The same annoying voice as China Mobile also has a malicious reminder: "Silly beep, you still have two hours and 34 minutes left for the task. If the task fails, the deadline will be postponed for half a year."

Mao Jixiang repeated the word "delay" several times, and swallowed back a mouthful of old blood: "This extension...how long is it?"

Little Bad: "Two years."

Mao Jixiang nodded: "Oh, two years, two... two years?!" When he realized it, he almost fell headlong on the toilet seat.

Why, why, why, isn't this a bully!

Mao Jixiang began to pace back and forth in the toilet, telling himself to calm down while pacing, absolutely calm down.

This task can only succeed and not fail.

He sank his mind to do a careful analysis, and now the line of his ally has been completely cut off from him.A few days ago, he found out that Su Qi was at Tang Yutian's house through inquiring from Bai Dazhi. He originally wanted Su Qi to help him be his strong backing, and try to rescue him when his life was dying.

Now, he has no reserves.

His reserve army was strangled by China Mobile.

Mao Jixiang thought hard, squatted on the toilet after pacing, and continued to pace after squatting on the toilet. Finally, a battle plan gradually took shape in his mind.

……

The arrow had to be fired on the string.

It's easy to handle the underwear, he's staying at Bai Yu's house now.

Bai Thigh's business trip this time was a bit ridiculously short, it used to take several months, but this time he came back many days earlier, and went straight to the Tang residence without even changing his clothes.That day when Tang Yutian told him that Bai Yu was waiting for him at the door, he was completely dumbfounded.

In the end, Bai Yu took him home directly.

The home of thighs!

Before going out of the toilet, Mao Jixiang pressed the water pump, pretending to be decent, and with the sound of water flowing, he mustered up the courage to go out.

Bai Yu is watching TV, a variety show he must watch every night.Mao Jixiang once guessed why he had this strange habit, but his brain was still too barren to fathom the heart of his thigh.

"Brother, what, it's getting late. Do you want to take a shower first?" Mao Jixiang paced slowly, and just as he was about to say the next line, he saw a game against the sky on TV , doing multiplication and division while riding a roller coaster.

"Hahahahahaha!" Mao Jixiang burst out laughing every minute, "That bald fake hair is about to be blown off, and why does it take so long to multiply twelve times two, it's stupid!"

After he finished laughing, Bai Yu stared at him expressionlessly.

Staring so hard that Mao Jixiang's next line was difficult to deliver: "..."

Then Bai Yu spit out two words slowly, which made people shudder, he said: "Taking a bath?"

"Um……"

Just as Mao Jixiang felt that the emotion and deep meaning in the words "thigh" was a bit complicated, he was about to chew it carefully, when Bai Yu stood up, put the remote control in his hand, got up and walked to the bathroom on the second floor.

Fuck so smooth?So obediently go to wash?

This went so well that his psychological barrier was even greater!Anyway, I mean to refuse to refuse!

After Bai Yu went up for about 10 minutes, Mao Jixiang quietly followed upstairs.Bai Yu's bedroom is very neat and simple, with no special features other than simplicity.

There is a whole row of suits, casual clothes, and a small amount of sportswear in the closet.He rummaged for a long time, from one end of the big wardrobe to the other, and finally found in the second cabinet below...

The spare panties.

All boxer pants, nothing new at all, does this person understand fashion?

Anyway, they are almost the same, Mao Jixiang picked up the top one, black flat corner, soft texture.

...What are you going to do next?

Mao Jixiang was holding his underwear, his face almost turning into a liver color.Hearing the sound of rushing water in the bathroom, he suddenly felt urgent to urinate, and he was really nervous.

Sure enough, it was still too shameful, Mao Jixiang lay on Baiyu's big bed, and resignedly unbuttoned his trousers to make it easier for his hands to get in.He suddenly felt that his underwear had left him with the last bit of dignity.And the white thigh in the hand is the source of endless evil.

He grabbed the black boxer with one hand, and moved it skillfully with the other.After masturbating a few times, he felt that there seemed to be a white face growing on the underwear in his hand. Holding this underwear, he simply...he couldn't do it!He can't get hard!

Mao Jixiang was about to cry, and in the end he simply covered his face with his underwear, because he would smell it anyway, so he could kill two birds with one stone.He had thought very well at first, his eyes were darkened, and he summoned his own goddess in his mind, such as Sora Aoi, Yui Hatano, Sora Aoi, Ran Muto, Madoka Ozawa, Kaede Matsushima, Maria Ozawa, Iijima like……

Come out, come out together, stand in a row!

In addition to these goddesses, Mao Jixiang's mind was filled with the sound of water in the bathroom and the smell of laundry detergent on his underwear, and then...

Bai Yu's paralyzed face broke through many obstacles and appeared in his mind.

As soon as he came out, the row of female soldiers who had just been summoned instantly turned into foam, and each of them shattered into fireworks.

Mao Jixiang was speeding up the frequency of his strokes, but suddenly his movements froze.

The white hair in this mind was dripping wet, and there were no strands all over his body. He was obviously still in the shower, and the water was washing his slender but muscular body.The water flows from the collarbone to the eight-pack abs, and finally flows into that secret, indescribable...

What the hell!

Why is he so hard!

Hard!

Mao Jixiang raised his head, gasping for breath, feeling the growing thing in his hand, his mind went blank.

Just when he was about to ejaculate, he heard an incomparably familiar voice beside him: —— "What are you doing?"

The author has something to say: Mao Jixiang: I take pills, I really take pills.