Mr. always refuses to divorce

Nan Yue's palm was warm and his fingertips were slightly cool.

He is not black, but Jiang Jingbai is whiter than him.

As soon as the big hand was wrapped up, only half of Jiang Jingbai's fingers were exposed.

The tender and raw section was set off by Nan Yue like a thin watermelon that had just been soaked in water.

This operation was so coquettish and fierce that Jiang Jingbai couldn't get it right for a while.

It may be that Nan Yue's previous words of not eating fish together with him had a significant effect, or it may be that Nan Yue's movement of holding him reveals the natural intimacy of a lover, Jiang Jingbai unexpectedly did not have any resistance to this touch.

He was taken to the elevator by Nan Yue in a daze, the palms and backs of his hands were stained with the man's body temperature, the heat could not stop spreading to his forehead, and he felt a little more comfortable when he walked out of the commercial building with the breeze blowing.

Jiang Jingbai recalled the situation when he reached out to Nanyue in the supermarket, the more he thought about it, the more he felt like he was coquettishly begging to hold hands.

This taste is like being delayed.

If I had known earlier, I would have just given him a shopping bag, but now let's talk about it, and by the way, the misunderstanding of holding hands will also be exposed, embarrassing Nan Yue for no reason.

Under consideration, Jiang Jingbai resigned himself to his fate and swallowed his words.

He moved his fingertips, lightly clasped the back of Nanyue's hand with some embarrassment, and walked with him through the center of the square with increasing crowds.

When Nan Yue came, he parked his car in an empty parking space near the flower shop.

Jiang Jingbai sat in the co-pilot, glanced at the increasingly normal expression in the rearview mirror, secretly thankful that Nan Yue kept looking forward after holding him, and didn't notice that he was blushing with embarrassment at that moment.

In fact, Nan Yue was also very embarrassed.

He doesn't look good when he's drinking, and it's also difficult to see marks on his face when he's shy. Meizizi dragged him out of the supermarket before he realized it. My little husband didn't want to hold hands with him, but just wanted to share a shopping bag for him. the weight of.

Nan Yue's heart was about to overwhelm the river, Jiang Jingbai held it once, and a small glowing flower bloomed on the cusp of the wind and waves. It was pink and tender, fragrant and bright, illuminating his whole body, and when he opened the car door, he could still taste the sweetness at the corner of his mouth. radians.

Before putting the shopping bag into the trunk, Nan Yue deliberately took out the box of fruit juice candies, and handed the candy box to Jiang Jingbai while fastening his seat belt in the car.

Jiang Jingbai took it with both hands, and whispered thank you.

He had never paid attention to children's snacks when he went to the supermarket before, not to mention that this was the latest imported candy, and he turned the tin box around in his hand before he found the cute little pull ring.

With such careful design of the seal, Jiang Jingbai revealed a sense of novelty.

After groping for the semi-invisible mechanism that makes the candy pop out automatically, Jiang Jingbai couldn't help laughing: "This can almost be regarded as an independent toy."

Nan Yue was already driving on the road, out of safety considerations, it was inconvenient to turn his head to look at him.

But listening to Jiang Jingbai's cheerful tone, it's not hard to imagine that childish expression of surprise.

"Like it?" Nan Yue became happy.

Jiang Jingbai laughed: "The packaging is very interesting."

The round little sugar ball has half a small bald head protruding from the opening, and the color of yellow and white meets, which is very beautiful.

It stayed in Jiang Jingbai's hand for two seconds, and then moved close to Nan Yue's mouth.

Jiang Jingbai said: "It seems to taste like pineapple."

Nan Yue first smelled the special light fragrance from Jiang Jingbai's hands, followed by the sweet fruity smell.

It happened to jump the red light at the intersection ahead.

Nan Yue stepped on the brake, lowered his head and put the candy in his mouth, his corner of the eye was full of the white and round fingertips of the other party.

Jiang Jingbai stared at him intently.

"Well," Nan Yue knew what he wanted to hear, and after a few moments of silence, he affirmed, "It tastes like pineapple."

Jiang Jingbai really laughed, popped out another candy, and ate it himself.

This time it is grape flavor, and the sugar coating melts and flows out of a thick juice sandwich.

Strange to say, he prefers sweet food, but rarely buys candy.

Perhaps the chicken soup texts on the Internet are not all moaning about illnesses. What I couldn’t get when I was a child, I really don’t want when I grow up.

But now that Jiang Jingbai was biting this candy, he felt that he was still the same as when he was five or six years old, and he had no resistance to sweet things.

He swallowed the small mouthful of juice, and licked the corner of his mouth.

... really sweet.

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When he arrived at the apartment, Jiang Jingbai urged him to take off his coat and tie before Nan Yue sorted out the things he bought.

Nan Yue did as he said, and hung the clothes on the hanger next to the entrance.

When Jiang Jingbai walked behind him, he spread his thumb and middle finger, measured the width of Nanyue's shoulders in the air, and then pinched the two muscles near his shoulder and neck: "It's tight here, and it won't be uncomfortable. .”

The shape of formal wear is fixed, which limits the range of movement. If you want to dress well, you must not only have a good body proportion, but also sit upright, which naturally consumes more energy.

Ever since he started to take over part of the business, Nanyue has been fully dressed and on standby all year round. He should have gotten used to it long ago. Now, after Jiang Jingbai touched it, he vaguely felt that this layer of clothes really wrapped his body a little tired.

The strength of those hands was as gentle and gentle as the master's.

As soon as Nan Yue was pinched for the first time, his bones were almost crisp, and his neck muscles quickly relaxed.

"Do you usually have shoulder discomfort?" He noticed that Jiang Jingbai's technique was very skillful.

"It used to be, but it rarely happens now." Jiang Jingbai smiled nonchalantly, and went to the kitchen to process the ingredients. "When I was in school, I looked down and read every day. After sitting for a long time, I felt neck pain."

This is also a common problem among office workers and student parties today.

Nan Yue was relieved, and stood next to him to pick up water and choose vegetables.

The two of them had a proper division of labor, cooperated tacitly, and the atmosphere of fireworks competed to linger, gradually driving away the desertedness on the dining table.

Nanyue's neckline is loose, and the cuffs are folded up a few times. Although it can't be called home attire, it feels much softer than at work, which fits the minimalism of the apartment.

He even ate a few mouthfuls of fried pork made by Jiang Jingbai, looked at the pretty young man opposite him from time to time, and listened to what he said with a smile, he felt that he was enveloped in a warm and soft texture from head to toe. He really understood what Jiang Jingbai said about relaxation.

Nan Yue was feeling comfortable when he suddenly realized that the decoration style of the apartment was quite different from that of Jiang Jingbai's flower shop, except for the verdant balcony full of flowers and plants, there was hardly any place to match him.

Nan Yue took another look at that bright and vivid face, and couldn't help but said: "If there is anything in the house that needs to be changed, you can do it."

Hearing this, Jiang Jingbai gave a meal with chopsticks.

He just thought that this dining table would go well with the original color cotton and linen tablecloth, Nan Yue raised his head and said so.

Has his mental activity leaked on his face inadvertently?

"Okay." After laughing, Jiang Jingbai bit the tip of his chopsticks, and decided to eat obediently, without thinking about anything else.

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Nan Yue came back with his work, greeted Jiang Jingbai after dinner, and locked himself in the study as usual.

After Jiang Jingbai took care of the flowers and plants on the balcony, he rubbed his "old" waist that had been softened for a long time facing the sky outside, and decided to go to the bathroom to take a good bath.

He deliberately increased the water temperature and put water in the bathtub in advance.

With what happened last night, Jiang Jingbai didn't even have eyes to look at the mirror embedded in the wall.

He threw the clothes into the clothes basket, deliberately ignoring the darkening and fading traces on his body, and buried himself in the bathtub in two or three steps.

The hot water engulfed his whole body, and also poured towards his buttocks.

Jiang Jingbai's face was reddened by the steam, and the more he soaked, the more he felt a strange squeeze behind him.

In the afternoon at the flower shop, the pain seemed to be there, but now I was soaked in hot water, and it started to hurt a little again.

Jiang Jingbai felt uneasy after washing, hugged his knees in the bathtub for 10 minutes, and finally hid on the bed with a red face.

How can it be so uncomfortable?Obviously no wound.

Does everyone do it the first time?Or is it because of his special constitution?

Jiang Jingbai blinked in confusion.

He squeezed the frame of the phone, clicked on the search engine after a while, and slowly typed two keywords in the input box: 0, the first time.

After pressing the search button, a row of related links was displayed on the page.

Jiang Jingbai skipped the mess of irrelevant recommendations, and chose a post with the topic "What's it like to have ML for the first time".

Landlord: [I did 0 for the first time last night, it hurt so much that I grinned my teeth, and even praising him for being so good, I almost got a good score. I want to ask everyone, how did you feel for the first time? ]

There are various responses below, and most people said that the pain is really painful, but it is really cool to feel good.

Some people on the forum are so open-minded that they can drive a car with just a few sentences.

Jiang Jingbai had a thin skin, so he covered the lower half of his face with his other hand as he watched.

His feeling... seems to be not too different from them?

At the end, a big boss concluded: [There are many reasons for the pain, the preparation is not done well, and the technique is too jerky.Also, don't be afraid of pain before getting into the topic. Children are afraid of injections and understand their psychology. The more afraid of pain, the more painful it is not a joke. ]

The last sentence almost touched Jiang Jingbai's heart.

When he saw Nanyue's size that night, he was terrified. Before the other party came in, he was already ready to cry out for pain.

[But if the pain is still unbearable after sleeping several times, it can only be said that you are not the right size :). ]

Preparation, technique, mentality, size.

Jiang Jingbai jotted down the important points one by one, and his mental burden was greatly relieved.

It seems that it's not all because of his innate fear of pain. Next time...he will pay more attention to the first few items.

This post is very long, covering more than 3 floors, occasionally interspersed with the unpopular skills that the predecessors have worked hard to acquire personally, and Jiang Jingbai's head almost smoked when he saw it.

Most of the novels and comics dare not develop according to what they said.

After eleven o'clock, Nan Yue finished approving the project documents.

He guessed that Jiang Jingbai had already fallen asleep, so he deliberately took a shower in the outside bathroom, but as soon as he entered the door, he saw a small light on the bedside of the master bedroom. Yingying's big eyes.

Are you still playing on your phone so late?

Nan Yue frowned: "Still asleep?"

Jiang Jingbai's heart skipped a beat, he had an inexplicable illusion that his elders found out that he stayed up late and didn't study well.

"Go to bed now." He obediently exited the forum and put the phone on the low cabinet.

The mattress behind him was slightly sunken, and Nan Yue's voice and the scent after bathing reached his side at the same time: "Stop playing with your phone before going to bed, it's easy to suffer from insomnia."

Jiang Jingbai grabbed the quilt, nodded and said yes.

Nan Yue glanced at him before lying down, hesitated for a few seconds, and reached out to him.

The shadow came, Jiang Jingbai, who had just finished watching a pile of yellow waste, closed his eyes reflexively, and then felt the few long hairs covering his eyes being pushed away patiently by the other party.

Nan Yue leaned over and turned off the small light.

The light falling on the eyelids disappeared without a trace.

In the darkness of the room, Nan Yue kissed Jiang Jingbai's lips unexpectedly.

Soon, he heard the man say to him: "Sleep, good night."