The male god taught me to attack him

The atmosphere was suddenly strangely silent, and the surroundings were dark and quiet. Jiang Putao couldn't bear it, and raised her hand to hook Fengyu's neck.

However, Feng Yu's hand was still pinching Jiang Putao's neck, and there was a distance between them, so Jiang Putao couldn't reach Feng Yu.

He was a little puzzled and a little aggrieved.

Feng Yu is afraid of the dark, and he is also afraid of the dark, why did he ask to meet in this dark place?

Jiang Putao raised her head, her slender neck was under Feng Yu's control, he didn't think it was a big deal.

He couldn't hug Feng Yu's neck, so he could only take the next best thing, grabbed Feng Yu's clothes, and asked very seriously:

"Feng Yu, do you want a hug?"

It was Feng Yu who said to "do it", and it was Feng Yu who didn't move.

Jiang Putuo was so nervous that he finally understood that his nervousness did not originate from his classmates at all, as long as he was with Feng Yu, he couldn't control his nervousness.

Feng Yu rubbed his fingertips against the greasy white skin on the side of Jiang Putao's neck, let go of his hand and took a step back, bent down to pick up the mobile phone on the ground and handed it to him.

In the darkness, Jiang Putuo couldn't see Feng Yu's face, but could only hear Feng Yu's voice.

"Jiang Putao, what's going on in your head?" Feng Yu said.

Jiang Putuo didn't know how to answer these words, and didn't dare to look around while pinching the phone. The flashlight shone on the ground, and the two people's feet were facing each other, one big and one small.

"Think, think..."

Jiang Putao was so nervous that he almost forgot the rhythm of breathing. In the quiet and dark abandoned teaching building, Jiang Putao's breathing could be heard clearly.

Feng Yu was aware of his nervousness, and was planning to change the question and let Jiang Putao go temporarily, so he heard Jiang Putao say:

"I'm thinking of you."

"..."

Feng Yu, who was able to deal with no amount of malice, was momentarily stunned in front of Jiang Putao.

His back was straight, and although Jiang Putao was a step away from him, Feng Yu felt a strange itch start to spread from his heart to his whole body.

This itch is not difficult, it is even a bit addictive, like a Gu covered in icing sugar.

Feng Yu's fingertips hanging by his side moved, and he suddenly wanted to press Jiang Putao firmly into his arms, scratch his skin lightly, and let him feel this kind of itch that penetrated deep into the bone marrow.

But he didn't move.

In the end, he just frightened Jiang Putao with a cold voice:

"What do you want me to do to you?"

As soon as the words came out, Feng Yu frowned, feeling a little regretful.

When Feng Yu was silent, Jiang Putao regained her senses a little, vaguely feeling that he might have misunderstood the meaning of Feng Yu's previous words, just when he was feeling ashamed, Feng Yu's words confused Jiang Putao again.

For some reason, Jiang Putao felt that the "dry" in Feng Yu's words had an absolutely unusual meaning.

But he dared not ask.

He felt that he must be delusional. Even if the favorability score increased a lot today, it was still negative, -60 points.

Feng Yu took the initiative to end this strange and shameful atmosphere.

he asks:

"What did you ask me out for?"

Jiang Putao finally remembered the business. He glanced at the darkness around him, the hairs on his back immediately stood on end, and he quickly pulled Feng Yu out.

"Shall we go out and talk? It's too dark here."

Jiang Putao pulled Feng Yu's wrist, Feng Yu's muscles didn't tense this time, he didn't seem to be afraid of the darkness here.

The two came to the corner between the abandoned teaching building and the campus wall. There were no street lights here, and some light from the campus could shine in. Although the light was dim, they could be seen clearly and no one would notice them.

Jiang Putao looked around and felt that this was a good place to complete the task.

He clasped his hands in front of his body, looked seriously into Feng Yu's eyes, and felt that putting his hands in front of his body was too silly, so he awkwardly let go of them and pressed them to his sides, his body tensed as if he was standing in a military posture.

Feng Yu leaned aside leisurely, waiting for Jiang Putao to speak.

"I... just want to thank you for teaching me my homework."

Jiang Putao racked her brains to think about the conversation, but she was interrupted by Feng Yu just as she started.

"You bring the food, I'll teach the questions, no thanks."

When Feng Yu said this, he had already looked away, looking at the lively playground beside him.

This was completely different from what Jiang Putao had expected. Feng Yu not only refused to answer his words, but also looked into his eyes when talking.

Feng Yu knew Jiang Putao's purpose, he deliberately looked at the playground and teased Jiang Putao viciously.

He wanted to see what this soft grape would do when it was pushed into a hurry.

Jiang Putao tried to talk to Feng Yu a few useless words again, Feng Yu would answer him without looking him in the eyes, as if there was some treasure on the playground.

Seeing that it was almost time for the evening self-study, Jiang Putao didn't want to give up the chance to be alone with Feng Yu, so she got angry and stood in front of Feng Yu.

"Feng Yu, look at me."

Jiang Putao is much shorter than Feng Yu, even if he stands in front of Feng Yu, Feng Yu can still look at the playground from above his head.

"Why do I want to see you?" Feng Yu said lightly.

The students on the playground had already started to walk towards the teaching building, and the bell was about to ring, Jiang Putao grabbed Feng Yu's skirt and forced Feng Yu to look down at him.

His actions were unusually fierce, but when Feng Yu saw him, his arrogance immediately disappeared.

"Feng Yu, look at me, okay?"

"Just 3 minutes, just look at me for 3 minutes, okay?"

In his mind, after Mother Jiang acted like a baby to Father Jiang, Father Jiang compromised, and moved closer to Feng Yu more firmly.

The dim light stretched the shadows of the two people very long, and the shadows that were still some distance away were slowly approaching.

Ginger Grape raised her neck high, and her thin white neck seemed to glow with a layer of fluorescence under the dim yellow light.

He stood on tiptoe and wanted to hook Feng Yu's neck again.

Posting is addictive, let alone posting with someone you like.

Feng Yu put his hand on Jiang Putao's shoulder, preventing him from approaching.

He didn't ask Jiang Putao why he was eager to let him watch it for 3 minutes, but leaned against the wall with a calm expression, looked at the sweet grapes in front of him that were so soft that they were almost overflowing with syrup, and asked him softly:

"Ginger Grape, watch you for 3 minutes, is there any benefit for me?"

Jiang Putao looked at the time on the phone and nodded quickly:

"Yes, yes, you can do whatever you want!"

"Is it."

Feng Yu took out his phone slowly, turned on the timer, and set the timer for 3 minutes.

The sound of the timer sounded in the quiet corner, "tick", "tick" seemed to be beating on Ginger Grape's heart.

Feng Yu took a step towards Jiang Tuo, seeing Jiang Tuo's intention to retreat, he pushed Jiang Tuo to the wall, and supported Jiang Tuo with one hand.

He lowered his eyes, sizing up Jiang Putao carefully, his eyes flicked over his rosy lips, and finally looked at Jiang Putao's penetrating eyes.

"3 minutes, the timer starts." Feng Yu said.

He said these words in a solemn voice, which made Jiang Putao's waist weak, and his back slid against the wall.

Feng Yu reached out and supported Jiang Putao's lower back, his back was bent, his forehead was almost touching Jiang Putao's forehead, and the broken hair on his forehead brushed against Jiang Putao's eyelashes.

"Ginger Putao, it's less than a minute, you have to stand still."

Jiang Putao's ears were buzzing, only the ticking of the timer and Feng Yu's voice were clear.

Gradually, in this humming sound, his own intense heartbeat was mixed in.

Feng Yu's green eyes seemed to hide a world, or a maze, and Jiang Putao fell into it willingly, without seeing the exit.

Excessive tension made him keep his mouth shut and he forgot to breathe.

Feng Yu noticed Jiang Putao's strangeness, raised his bangs, looked into his eyes, and ordered him:

"Ginger Grape, breathe."

Ginger Grape's eyelashes trembled slightly, her mouth was still tightly closed, and her nose was not breathing.

Feng Yu frowned, so he had no choice but to pinch Jiang Putao's cheek and pinch his mouth until it pouts.

But this stupid Putao kept his mouth shut, Feng Yu couldn't help it, so he had to let go, pressed his fingertips against Jiang Putao's lips, pressed his middle finger slightly, and rolled open Jiang Putao's closed mouth, knocked open the gap between the teeth, and probed. After going in, there seemed to be something soft and cold rubbing against Feng Yu's fingertips, and as soon as they touched Li.

"breathe."

Jiang Putao finally came to his senses, breathed in the fresh air, dared not use force with his teeth, and gently bit Feng Yu's finger.

Looking at Jiang Putao like this, Feng Yu suddenly felt helpless.

He chuckled, moved his thin lips to Jiang Putao's eyes, and breathed into his clear black eyes.

Jiang Putao blinked her eyes, but her eyes were still fixed on Feng Yu, as if she had lost her soul.

Feng Yu withdrew his finger and sighed softly:

"Ginger Putao, you are so nervous, how will you kiss in the future?"

Jiang Putao didn't pay attention to what Feng Yu said. His mouth was slightly opened, his eyes were half closed, and his thoughts were wandering.

Feng Yu took a step back during the last few ticks of the timer, and distanced himself from Jiang Putao.

Jiang Putao squatted on the ground weakly and slowly, but just looked at each other for 3 minutes, but he had the illusion of drowning.

The class bell just rang.

Feng Yu walked towards the teaching building, saw Jiang Putao still squatting where he was, and called him back:

"Ginger Grape, keep up."

Jiang Putao quickly stood up, staggered a bit, caught up with Feng Yu in a few steps, and grabbed Feng Yu's sleeve.

Feng Yu glanced at the cuffs that hadn't been smoothed since Jiang Putao's arrival, and his green eyes were silent.

Jiang Putao is very quiet in the evening study. He seems to be doing his homework seriously, but in fact he doesn't move his pen for a long time.

It wasn't until he came home from school that he stood at the door of the house before he came back to his senses. He jumped on the spot a few times, his soft and slightly curly hair curled up on top of his head.

He happily opened the door of the house, and was even more pleasantly surprised to see a gentle and handsome man wearing glasses sitting on the sofa.

"Brother! Didn't you say you will come back in a few days! Why did you arrive today!"

Jiang Tingyan, Jiang Putao's older brother, looked away from the document and looked at Jiang Putao with a smile:

"Give you a surprise."

Jiang Tingyan looked at his younger brother's messy hair and patted the sofa beside him.

"Gao, come over for a chat?"

Jiang Putao immediately walked over and sat down, and chatted with Jiang Tingyan about some recent studies and life, but did not mention Feng Yu.

Jiang Tingyan was vaguely aware of his younger brother's sexuality, but the Jiang family was open-minded and would not say anything. He nodded and drove Jiang Putao back to rest.

"Senior high school students should take a good rest, we will talk tomorrow."

Jiang Putao nodded, went back to the bedroom in three steps, threw herself on the bed, took a look at Feng Yu's clothes on her body, and rolled on the bed twice.

He took out his mobile phone, clicked on the strategy app, first asked the system how many points he would get for completing this task, and then immediately clicked the button of "Random Raider Mission".

He has tasted the sweetness and is already a bit addicted.

When the task appeared, Jiang Putao threw away the phone and buried her face in the quilt with a short sentence.

The mobile phone that was thrown aside was quietly on, with a new clearing task written on it:

Draw a heart on the abs of the male god.