Cry again, I will kill you

After hanging up the phone, Qin An kept staring at the phone in a daze.

It was a man who knocked on the door.

Yu Nan looked a little flustered, as if she was a little afraid of being alone with that person.

So, what kind of person would make him react that way?

He thought about it in his heart, and didn't come back to his senses until the screen was completely black.

"Damn, it's fast to hang up." Qin An was a little upset, walked over and kicked Hou Zeqi who fell on the bed, and asked, "Did he hear my last sentence?"

"Obviously I didn't hear it." Hou Zeqi turned over and lay on the bed: "What? The little model is tall and burly, are you still afraid that he will be taken advantage of by others?"

Pay attention to what you say, Yu Nan is tall, but with his small body, how can he be big? "

Qin An thinks about Yu Nan, in terms of size, he can't beat 185, but in terms of body, he is as thin as ribs...

Forget it, the ribs are cheaper than him, not as much as the rabbit steak.

"How do I know if he's old or not," Hou Zeqi finished speaking, the room was suddenly dead silent.

Qin Yu looked at him with a sullen face.

Then, Hou Zeqi yelled loudly in the room: "Fuck! You're fucking kicking."

"You fucking tell me clearly—"

He was not wearing a shirt, so Qin Yu couldn't grab the man by the collar, so he could only drag him to the corner by his arms.

"What's the point? If I sue you for your behavior, you will be suspended."

The two are similar in stature, Hou Zeqi really struggled, and Qin Yu struggled to pull.

After going back and forth, not only did no one drag them a few steps, but both of them were sweating under the warm air.

"Tell the truth," Qin Yu shook off his arm, looked straight into his eyes, and asked seriously and seriously, "Do you all like the kind of sexual orientation that has a thin waist, long legs, white skin, and a long and thin body?" Handsome and good-looking, look at you, a man who can't wait for the water in his eyes to fascinate you so much?"

"Hey! See, goosebumps," Hou Zeqi interrupted him, and stretched out his forearm in front of his eyes for him to see.

With a sullen face, Qin Yu slapped his arm off with such strength that he gave a red mark: "I'm asking you something!"

"You can't generalize," Hou Zeqi snorted coldly, turning serious.

"With our sexual orientation, there are many people who like strong, muscular men with eight-pack abs. Not to mention our sexual orientation, even if they have a normal sexual orientation, there are still people who like mature and intellectual elite men. Does anyone like impulsive and willful cold boys?"

"Whether others like people is tall, short, fat or thin, that's their own choice. The word liking is pure in itself, it has nothing to do with skin or gender, it's just the person you happen to like, that's what he looks like , that's all."

Regardless of skin, regardless of gender.

It's just that the person you like happens to be that way.

Is that right?

Qin An was quite shocked that this kind of person who usually speaks without a straight line could suddenly say such irrefutable words.

"You are so excited to catch me asking this kind of question, because you think I like the type of you when you are young?" Hou Zeqi directly pierced those thoughts in his heart, patted him on the shoulder, and said, "Don't worry , His face looks better than my aesthetics, but his height is almost catching up with me, I am not interested in this kind of physique that is not much different from mine."

Qin Yu finally breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this.

He thought for a while, then laughed at the other party: "Then you like Lin Anning's little bean?"

"He talks too much and is noisy," Hou Zeqi sighed, "I'm not sure, I haven't met someone I like now, so I don't know what that person will be like."

Qin An's eyes widened: "I'm going?"

Hou Zeqi glanced at him.

"You are such a rambunctious person, you tell me that you have no one you like?" Qin An was a little surprised.

Hou Zeqi asked him back: "I'm asking who you like now, can you give me the answer?"

"I'm sure I can't answer it if I don't meet it, but I can answer it naturally if I meet it," Qin An said.

When I said this, I was actually a little flustered.

He didn't know if he had met that person.

He doesn't even know what it's like to like someone.

"You think so, so it's okay," Hou Zeqi smiled and pushed him: "You take a shower quickly, do you know that you just touched me and sweated all over."

"You deserve it, you owe it to who told you not to wear clothes."

After Qin An finished speaking, he touched his neck. It seemed that he really sweated a lot during the few tugs with this man with well-developed limbs.

He didn't say any more, picked up his clean pajamas and went into the bathroom.

"finished Wash?"

When Yu Nan came out of the bathroom, there was still some water dripping from the tips of her hair.

Tong Rui looked up and continued to ask, "Why don't you blow dry your hair first?"

"I'll play it myself later," Yu Nan smiled embarrassedly: "I'm sorry for keeping you waiting for so long."

"It hasn't been long." Tong Rui put down the magazine and took out the ointment: "Then... I applied it for you?"

Yu Nan was silent.

Tong Rui just looked at him without saying a word.

Most afraid of the air suddenly quiet.

Yu Nan struggled a bit: "It's too much trouble for you, isn't it? Is it really not necessary for me to do it myself?"

Tong Rui just held the ointment and looked at him indifferently.

It seems that he will blurt out another sentence in the next second: You paint one yourself, let me see.

Ok.

Yu Nan gave up struggling, and slowly moved over step by step: "Then... I'm here."

"If you don't want to, I can call Brother Jess and ask him to come," Tong Rui said.

Upon hearing this, Yu Nan immediately jumped up: "No need, no need, no need! Then I will trouble seniors!"

As he spoke, he quickly ran over and sat down on the sofa with a "boom".

Tong Rui held back a smile, skillfully unscrewed the ointment and stuck it on his fingers, and leaned over to take a look.

"It's so purple."

"It's okay," Yu Nan said without words.

"My hands are a little cold, bear with it," Tong Rui said.

Yunan's skin is very fair, the kind of smooth and flawless porcelain white, his frame is not small, but the tight muscle lines still reveal a youthful feeling, so that the originally thin butterfly bones under the skin It becomes sharper at the bottom, as if it will break through the fragile skin at any moment, and give birth to a pair of sharp bone wings.

On such a fragile and white skin like white paper, there is a large area of ​​bruises at this time, and there are faint bloodshots in the depths of the skin.

Even though he was well prepared, when the cold touch touched his skin, Yu Nan couldn't help shivering.

"Cool?" Tong Rui asked.

It's not all about being cool.

Yu Nan squeezed the armrest of the sofa and shook her head.

I'm ticklish!

He gritted his teeth: "It's okay, you can bear it."

"Well, that's good." Tong Rui began to gently circle his hands: "I'll rub it for you, or it won't be easy to absorb."

Yu Nan wanted to cry but had no tears: "Okay, thank you senior."

He said, tensing his body.

Tong Rui's strength was neither light nor heavy, and the pain of pressing on the bruise carried a bit of nerve-sensitive itching.

Yu Nan gritted her teeth, fearing that if she let go, she would laugh out loud.

I'm too difficult.

Yu Nan thought bitterly.

I am a little bitter gourd in the world.