The male god taught me to attack him

Jiang Putao let Feng Yu drag him in, the small cake in his hand was not steady, and the buttercream on it fell off, all rubbing against Jiang Putao's collarbone and chest.

Feng Yu put the candlestick aside, looked at Ginger Grape covered in butter, and asked him:

"Ginger Putao, you came in the middle of the night just to bring me a cake?"

Jiang Putao raised his hand to wipe the cream on his lower collarbone, subconsciously put it in his mouth and licked it. The sweet taste eased his fear along the way.

Feng Yu's villa area couldn't get in by car, so he could only get off at the gate of the villa area, registered with the guard, and walked all the way in the dark.

The power in the villa area was completely cut off, and none of the street lights on the side of the road were on. There was no one around, not even a passing car.

It wasn't until he saw Feng Yu opened the door and saw Feng Yu that he breathed a sigh of relief.

He nodded, and didn't say that he came here because he was worried about Feng Yu, but just glanced at the small cake with a large piece of cream in his hand, raised the plastic bag in the other hand, and handed it to Feng Yu. Feng Yu asked again.

"Feng Yu, do you eat small cakes? Grape flavor!"

Feng Yu looked at the bag handed in front of him without making a sound, his eyes fell on Jiang Putao's face, as if examining it.

How could he not know how Jiang Putao got here? The management of this villa area has always been strict. If Jiang Putao wants to come, he can only walk in.

Feng Yu never forgot Jiang Putao's fear of the dark when the evening class suddenly had a power outage.

Jiang Putao, who is so afraid of the dark, walked through the long path in the villa area alone in the middle of the night, knocked on his door, and said that he was just here to give him a small cake.

Feng Yu didn't look at the plastic bag Jiang Putao was carrying, he bent slightly, and held Jiang Putao's hand holding the cake.

Jiang Putao's skin was still a little cold, when Feng Yu suddenly grabbed his wrist, his body trembled unconsciously, and he didn't hide.

He looked at Feng Yu with both eyes, and watched Feng Yu approaching a little bit, and Feng Yu's figure in his eyes continued to enlarge.

Feng Yu's hand holding Jiang Putao slowly slid down, his fingertips slid along Jiang Putao's arm all the way to his shoulder as if there was nothing there, and gently draped his shoulder, breathing also sprayed on Jiang Putao's side face.

Jiang Putao looked at Feng Yu who kept approaching, his heartbeat almost stopped, he only vaguely thought about how Feng Yu's face was injured, and he couldn't think of anything else.

Feng Yu's breath slowly merged with Jiang Putao's, and then slightly staggered, slid across his cheeks, ears, and finally sprayed on Jiang Putao's collarbone.

There, there was a sticky piece of cream with grape jam. From a close distance, Feng Yu could almost smell the sweetness of the cream.

Jiang Putao's hand holding the bag had long since dropped, the bag was hooked on his fingertips, almost unable to hold it, but the small cake in his other hand was still tightly grasped, and he was grasping it a little deformed.

He stood there limply, feeling Feng Yu's breath on the side of his neck, almost thinking that Feng Yu would kiss his neck covered with cream.

But Feng Yu just stopped there without doing anything.

He looked down at the creamy skin in front of him, and felt that the white and greasy skin of ginger and grapes looked better than the whiteness of cream.

Feng Yu slowly opened the distance, and let go of the hand on Jiang Putao's shoulder.

It was only then that Jiang Putao realized that he had been holding his breath, and immediately opened his mouth to gasp for breath, but Feng Yu, who was about to stand up straight, suddenly turned his head, held Jiang Putao's wrist that was holding the cake, and leaned forward to take a bite. A small cake deformed by ginger grapes.

In a daze, Jiang Putao felt as if her fingertips touched her warm lips.

After Feng Yu finished biting the small cake, he stood up straight again, but he still held Jiang Putao's wrist and did not let go.

Jiang Putao moved her fingertips helplessly, wanting to say something to break the inexplicable atmosphere.

"The little cake...is it delicious?"

Feng Yu didn't answer, he held Jiang Putao's wrist and pushed it in front of Jiang Putao.

"Try it yourself?"

Jiang Putao looked at the little cake in front of which the butterflies had fallen off and was deformed by him, and her breathing was messed up.

He had been wanting to try Feng Yu with small bread during the day, but he kept failing. He thought that the task of "eating a small cake with the male god" would not be completed, but he did not expect that the opportunity to complete the task was personally delivered by Feng Yu before.

Jiang Putao lowered her eyes, tilted her head slightly, faced the place where Feng Yu had bitten, and slowly opened her mouth.

This feeling is inexplicably ashamed, and in front of Feng Yu himself, he specifically went to bite the small cake that Feng Yu had bitten. This recognition made Jiang Putao's whole body not only weak, but also slightly numb.

He lightly took a bite where Feng Yu had bitten, the cream sticking to his lips, and the sweet taste of small cakes in his mouth.

Feng Yu asked him in turn:

"Is it tasty?"

Jiang Putao still lowered her eyes, not daring to look at Feng Yu, and replied in a low voice:

"Delicious, grape-flavored, it must be delicious."

Feng Yu chuckled, and Jiang Putao immediately looked up, only to see the fleeting curve of Feng Yu's lips.

"Ginger Grape, are you praising the cake, or yourself?"

Feng Yu finally let go of Jiang Putao's wrist, and slowly tapped the corners of Jiang Putao's lips with his slender fingertips, spreading the cream from the corners of Jiang Putao's lips little by little, allowing the sweetness to spread on Jiang Putao's lips.

It was dark in the small villa, only the area around the door was lit with dim yellow candlelight.

Under the candlelight, Feng Yu's emerald green eyes became deeper and deeper into a sea that ginger grapes couldn't see through. He was like a traveler drowning in the sea, willingly relaxing his body and sinking slowly.

Jiang Putao looked at Feng Yu and replied softly:

"Of course...to praise the cake..."

As he spoke, Feng Yu's fingertips almost penetrated into Jiang Putao's mouth.

Jiang Putao didn't remind Feng Yu, nor told Feng Yu to take his hand away. He stood on tiptoe and raised his hand to touch the wound on Feng Yu's cheek.

"Feng Yu, how did you do this?"

Since Jiang Putao came in, Feng Yu had been blocking the entrance. In addition, the range illuminated by the candle was limited, and his attention was always on Feng Yu, so he didn't notice the mess in the room.

The wound on his cheek was touched, and there was a slight tingling pain, which seemed to wake Feng Yu up. He looked at the defenseless Jiang Putao standing in front of him, and turned slightly sideways, wanting Jiang Putao to see what was behind him.

If Jiang Grape saw it, what would he do?

Startled?Or because of this fear of him, turn around and run?

From now on, stay away from him, avoid him, like those who are afraid of him, and frightened like quail when they see him?

Feng Yu narrowed his eyes slightly, and slowly moved away, revealing the mess in the living room behind him.

Under the candlelight, the broken glass on the ground nearby reflected the yellow light, and Jiang Putao looked at it with a curious expression.

"Feng Yu, why are all these glasses broken?"

Feng Yu seemed to stand aside casually, but in fact his eyes were fixed on Jiang Putao's face, not letting go of any subtle expressions on his face.

"I smashed it." Feng Yu said.

Ginger Grape nodded:

"Oh."

He thought to himself, if you smash it, you can smash it, what to do with Feng Yu's things is his business.

He thought again, was Feng Yu particularly afraid of the dark, that's why he smashed so many things in the dark?

Feng Yu raised his eyebrows slightly, but he didn't see a trace of doubt, fear or any expression he thought he would see on Jiang Putao's face.

Ginger Grape turned out the plastic cover, packed the rotten little cake in his hand, and stuffed it into the bag.

He glanced at the cream on his clothes, and simply wiped the sticky cream on his clothes. He stepped on his feet and took off his shoes. He didn't see the slippers, so he stood barefoot in Feng Yu's house. Completely stepped into Feng Yu's private realm.

Feng Yu silently watched Jiang Putao's actions, and in front of Jiang Putao's feet, pieces of glass were scattered.

Jiang Putao also saw it, he raised his foot and carefully kicked away a few pieces, and looked at Feng Yu:

"Feng Yu, is the wound on your face scratched by glass?"

Feng Yu didn't speak, he was still looking at Jiang Putao, his eyes were cool, and he examined him bit by bit.

At this time, the candle placed aside flickered and went out with a "poof".

The candle had been sitting for too long, and the wick in the middle had shifted and broken, causing the candle to burn itself out after a while.

The cottage was once again plunged into darkness.

Jiang Putao was so frightened that she rushed forward, hugged Feng Yu's waist, and buried her cheek tightly in Feng Yu's chest.

He seemed to be frightened and subconsciously looking for a little animal to rely on, hugging Feng Yu tightly, his body trembling slightly, the more trembling he became, the more he relied on him.

Although Feng Yu looked fearless, Jiang Putao could feel that Feng Yu's body was tense, which was not a relaxed posture.

Feng Yu felt the heat in front of him, his hands were still hanging on his sides, his voice became colder in the darkness.

"Ginger Putao, are you that scared?"

Jiang Putao rubbed her cheek against Feng Yu's chest and nodded.

"Well, scared."

After finishing the sentence, he added another sentence.

"I'm not afraid to hug you."

In fact, Jiang Putao also had his own little selfishness. He felt that Feng Yu must be afraid of the dark, but he was stubborn and refused to say it, so he beat around the bush to help him ease his fear.

"Is it."

Feng Yu's hands hanging on both sides of his body slowly lifted up, and they lightly rested on Jiang Putao's waist.

He thought he had seen through Jiang Putao long ago, and thought Jiang Putao was stupid, but it happened that Jiang Putao was afraid of the dark but not him.

Anyone who saw the mess would guess that he was an emotionally unstable person, or simply think he was a lunatic, and kept him at arm's length, but Jiang Putao's first reaction in the dark was to hug him.

Feng Yu put his hands on Jiang Putao's waist lightly. Jiang Putao's waistline is so thin that Feng Yu can almost control it with one hand.

With a little force, he grabbed Jiang Putao's waist.

"Ginger Grape, darkness is not dangerous."

Jiang Putao has already gone through the horror clips of various horror movies in her mind, and now she can't wait to stick to Feng Yu's body, she just feels that she is not leaning on Feng Yu's back to breathe.

He didn't pay attention to what Feng Yu said at all, he just kept squeezing Feng Yu and begged in a low voice:

"Feng Yu, hold me tight!"

Feng Yu didn't speak anymore, he squeezed Jiang Putao's slender waist with both hands, and suddenly lifted him up.

Jiang Putao was a big boy no matter what, he never expected to be lifted up by Feng Yu's feet off the ground, before his exclamation fell, Feng Yu had already put him on the side cabinet and sat down.

In the darkness, Feng Yu seemed to be holding Jiang Putuo's body with both hands, staring at him closely.

Jiang Putao vaguely noticed Feng Yu's posture, which almost surrounded him, but eased his fear of the dark.

He put his hands on Feng Yu's arm, only to hear Feng Yu say softly:

"Ginger Grape, the darkness won't hurt you."

"But... maybe I will."