The male god taught me to attack him

Feng Yu didn't move, nor did he refuse.

He lowered his eyes and quietly watched Jiang Putao approaching.

Jiang Putao's hands were weak, and the hand holding Feng Yu's neck slowly lost its strength, and the whole body slid down, leaning against Feng Yu's body.

He breathed slowly, and rubbed his forehead against Feng Yu's chest, trying to relieve the dizziness in his brain, he raised his hands again, grabbed the skirt of Feng Yu's chest, and tremblingly stood on tiptoe.

The world in front of him was shaking slightly, and his brain was also dizzy, but Feng Yu's thin lips were exceptionally clear in the shaking world.

Feng Yu always acted coldly, but his lips were soft.

Jiang Putao wanted to try it for herself, whether Feng Yu's lips were as soft when kissed as when touched.

But Feng Yu stood up straight and didn't move. There was a certain gap in height between the two of them. Jiang Putao wobbled on tiptoe and couldn't stand still.

"Feng Yu..."

He climbed up Feng Yu's chest with his fingertips, trying to hug Feng Yu's neck again, and complained a little why Feng Yu refused to bend down a little.

"Feng Yu, lower yourself."

Jiang Putao's voice was slurred and the ending was drawn out. The distance between the two of them was too close, but Feng Yu understood it, and still didn't move.

He silently watched Jiang Putao trying to hang on him, and the temperature on his chest that belonged to another person gradually burned.

The candlelight was dim, and Jiang Putao's eyes under the long eyelashes were moist and focused. When he looked at Feng Yu, his eyes were full of affection.

After a long time, when Jiang Putao's calf gradually lost strength and became stiff, Feng Yu finally slowly raised his hands.

At this moment, Jiang Putao also used her last strength to tiptoe and raised her head, but only touched Feng Yu's chin. The next moment, her whole body went limp. She grabbed Feng Yu and slid down a little bit, and slowly sat on the ground, holding Feng Yu in her arms. The legs, the head bit by bit.

Feng Yu slightly raised his hands for a moment, then lowered them again. He didn't know whether he planned to push Jiang Putao away or hug him.

Jiang Putao hugged Feng Yu's leg, raised her hand and pressed her temple, the more she pressed, the more dizzy she became.

He has lived to such an age that he hardly ever drank alcohol. Before, he was encouraged by his father to drink two sips of beer at home. Now that he drank such a strong alcohol, it would be considered good if he didn't directly fall to the ground.

Feng Yu moved his legs, trying to get rid of Jiang Putao.

Jiang Putao hurriedly hugged her tightly, raised her head drunkenly, lightly rubbed her cheek against Feng Yu's trouser leg, and smiled foolishly.

When he came, he was wearing home clothes, and underneath was a pair of loose shorts that reached to the knees. At this time, his two thin white legs were slowly rubbing against the black ground, which was very conspicuous even in the dim candlelight.

"Feng Yu..."

Jiang Putao began to call Feng Yu's name again. Alcohol not only made his brain dull, but also took away the strength of his whole body, but the physiological needs he should have still existed.

He raised his hand and grabbed the hem of Feng Yu's clothes, his voice was so soft that it almost begged:

"Feng Yu, I want to go to the toilet..."

Feng Yu's eyelids twitched violently, and he snapped Jiang Putao's fingers one by one.

"Ginger Grape, go by yourself."

Jiang Putao's hand was weak, Feng Yu could easily break his hand away, but he was still leaning on Feng Yu's leg, if Feng Yu walked away, this drunken grape might let him fall to the ground.

Feng Yu thought he was a hard-hearted person, he should have ignored Jiang Putao long ago and left.

But Jiang Putao looked at him with watery eyes, and leaned against his leg with a gesture of complete trust, which firmly nailed him in place.

Jiang Putao drank two bottles of wine in a row, her urge to urinate became more and more urgent, and she had no strength in her body, so she could only urge Feng Yu one after another.

"Feng Yu...Feng Yu..."

Feng Yu closed his eyes, exhaled lightly, and bent over to pick up Jiang Putao. His movements were not gentle, but they were not so rough that they hurt Jiang Putao.

Jiang Putao leaned limply in Feng Yu's arms, and Feng Yu dragged him all the way to the bathroom, letting him lean against the wall.

"Solve it yourself."

The candlestick was placed in the living room, and it was pitch black when entering the bathroom. Drunkness lessened Jiang Putao's fear of the dark, but it would not disappear. He leaned against the wall, and immediately went to grab Feng Yu's hand, clutching tightly like a life-saving straw.

"Feng Yu, it's so dark..."

In the darkness, they could only vaguely see each other's silhouettes.

Feng Yu didn't break Jiang Putao's hand, but asked him:

"Where's your phone?"

Jiang Putao leaned forward, resting her head on Feng Yu's shoulder again, hooking her pocket with her fingertips, but did not take it out after flipping through it a few times.

Feng Yu simply put his hand into Jiang Putao's pants pocket, tried his best to ignore Jiang Putao's body temperature in his pocket, took out his mobile phone and lit the flashlight, put it on the table beside him, and then pushed Jiang Putao away.

This time, no matter what Jiang Putao called him, he walked out of the bathroom without closing the door, but stood at the door.

The bathroom was quiet, there was no sound for a while, and Jiang Putao didn't call Feng Yu's name again.

Feng Yu stood for a while, then walked in.

In the bathroom, Jiang Putao was sitting on the floor, pulling her pants back and forth feebly with one hand, sometimes pulling the zipper, sometimes pulling the waistband of the trousers. He pulled the waistband down a little, and it got stuck on the hip line.

He seemed to be in a hurry, yet disorganized, his breathing was chaotic, his nose was sniffled, and a drop of tear fell on the back of his hand, followed by teardrops one by one.

Feng Yu never expected that Jiang Putao would cry because he didn't have the energy to take off his pants to go to the bathroom, and he was a little surprised to stand still.

When Jiang Putao heard the movement, she raised her head and looked over. Tears rolled down her cheeks one by one, and she couldn't help sniffling. When she saw Feng Yu, it was like seeing a savior.

"Feng Yu...I can't help it..."

"I can't take off my pants, they're stuck here...I don't have the strength..."

"Feng Yu, Feng Yu, help me..."

As he spoke, he no longer cared about his pants, opened his hands to face Feng Yu, and called Feng Yu's name repeatedly.

Feng Yu looked at Jiang Putuo's appearance of being extremely dependent on him, moved his fingertips, turned and left the bathroom.

Obviously, they are not very familiar with each other, but because of an inexplicable APP, they have a connection.

But within a few days, Feng Yu's bottom line was trampled by Jiang Putao, this out-of-control situation made Feng Yu subconsciously want to retreat.

He hates losing control.

Feng Yu returned to the living room and sat on the sofa, but the soft sofa made him feel uncomfortable.

What flashed through his mind frame by frame was Jiang Putao's face, and those black eyes soaked in tears when he cried, clean, clear, without a trace of impurities.

Feng Yu could tell that Jiang Putao was a child who grew up in love, completely different from him.

There is a distance between the living room and the bathroom, and Feng Yu couldn't hear the bathroom in the dark.

He sat quietly for a while, looking at the candle flame that danced twice from time to time. When the candle flame jumped, it made a "cracking" sound. The sound was obviously weak, but it sounded like a drum to Feng Yu's ears.

When the candle "cracked" again, Feng Yu stood up.

He walked towards the bathroom step by step, his eyes half closed, his expression calm, unable to see what was in his mind.

In the bathroom, Jiang Putao was already lying on the ground, curled up, sobbing, murmuring indistinctly.

Feng Yu walked in, looked down at Jiang Putao, and said in a cold voice:

"Ginger Grape, it's so dirty."

When Jiang Putao heard the movement, she raised her head slowly, her face was full of tears, pitifully, she didn't forget to grab Feng Yu's trousers immediately, as if calling for the savior.

"Feng Yu..."

Feng Yu's green eyes were getting darker and darker. Looking at the limp Jiang Putao on the ground, he slowly took the brightly lit phone over.

The light was suppressed below, only a faint circle of light was revealed, and the bathroom was completely plunged into darkness.

Just as Jiang Putao uttered the word "fear", Feng Yu picked it up.

Feng Yu was very strong, holding Jiang Putao's waist with one hand, letting him lean back in his arms, covering Jiang Putao's mouth with the other hand, not letting him talk nonsense.

Jiang Putao gave two "woo hoo" and opened her lips, the heat of her breath hotted Feng Yu's palm.

Everything became invisible in the darkness, Feng Yu seemed to have exhausted his patience, he pulled down Jiang Putao's pants with brute force, held Jiang Putao's trembling wrist, and said in a cold voice:

"do it yourself."

Although Jiang Putao was drunk, she just wanted Feng Yu to help him unbutton him. Unexpectedly, Feng Yu stood behind him with his knees against his knees to keep him from falling down.

Fortunately, I couldn't see anything in the dark, Jiang Putao's mouth was covered, and she couldn't speak, sobbing and stretching out her hand until the sound of water came from the quiet bathroom.

The dark room gradually became quiet.

Feng Yu let go of Jiang Putao's mouth, only to feel that his palm was hot, and the back of his hand was still stained with Jiang Putao's tears.

Jiang Putao didn't ask Feng Yu for help anymore, she pulled on her pants slowly, she didn't pull them up for a long time, her body was weak, her head was thrown back, and she leaned on Feng Yu's shoulder.

Feng Yu's patience continued to wear down, he pulled Jiang Putao's pants with all his strength, and threw him on the bed in the guest room half-supporting and half-embracing him.Jiang Putao was thrown on the bed, dizzy and dazed, she had long forgotten the shame just now, raised her hand to touch her neck, it was full of sticky cream, and started mumbling again.

"Feng Yu...I want to take a bath...take a bath..."

Feng Yu brought the candlestick over and put it on the bedside. Hearing Jiang Putao's request, he stood by the side without moving.

Jiang Putao's trousers were stuck in his hips, loose and unbuttoned, and the underwear inside was faintly visible, and he didn't know it. He was pointing at the cream on his body in distaste, asking for a bath over and over again.

Now that there is a power outage and Jiang Putao is drunk, Feng Yu can help him go to the bathroom is already the biggest concession, and it is absolutely impossible for him to help Jiang Putao take a bath.

He turned and went back to the bathroom, took a wet towel and threw it on Ginger Grape's face.

"Wipe yourself."

The cold towel was covering his face, Jiang Putao shook, grabbed the towel and wiped his neck blindfolded, rubbing one place back and forth, and didn't know to change the position when it got red.

Feng Yu came over, snatched the towel, wiped off the cream on Jiang Putao's body, turned around and wanted to leave, but Jiang Putao grabbed the corner of his clothes again.

He didn't know how many times he was grabbed by the corner of his clothes by Jiang Putao today, and every time his patience was on the verge of running out, but every time he endured it.

Seeing Feng Yu turning around, Jiang Putao raised the towel and asked him foolishly:

"Feng Yu, do you want to wipe it?"

Feng Yu snatched the towel away and walked out without looking back.

If Jiang Putao was awake, even with a candle lit, he would not fall asleep by himself anyway. Now his head is in a daze, but he didn't say anything about fear.

He just whispered Feng Yu's name when Feng Yu was about to walk out.

Feng Yu stopped in his tracks without turning his head, only listening to Jiang Putao's voice coming slowly.

"Feng Yu..."

"I'm here, don't be afraid."