The male god taught me to attack him

Feng Yi didn't expect that Jiang Putao would suddenly swing his schoolbag over. He subconsciously raised his arm to resist, only to feel that his arm was numb and painful from being hit.

"Jiang Putao, you are sick!" Feng Yi yelled, with anger appearing on his face.

Jiang Putao ran up, picked up the schoolbag, and swung it again. This time the schoolbag hit Feng Yi's calf. He jumped a few times, blushing with anger, and raised his fist to hit Jiang Putao's face.

The distance between the two was not far, and Jiang Putao couldn't dodge in time. She raised her hand to cover her face, waiting for the pain to fall.

But the expected pain didn't hit him, Jiang Putao opened his eyes, and saw Feng Yu standing behind Feng Yi, holding Feng Yi's wrist tightly with one hand, but looking at him with green eyes.

Feng Yi seemed to be in pain, his face was contorted, and he screamed louder than when Jiang Putao hit him with his schoolbag.

"Feng Yu! Let me go! Let me go—"

Feng Yu turned a deaf ear to it, just stared straight at Jiang Putao, moved the fingertips holding Feng Yi's wrist, only heard a crisp "click", and Feng Yi's hand dropped powerlessly.

Jiang Putao's eyes widened slightly, looking at Feng Yi's limp and hanging hand, whether it was dislocated or broken.

After Feng Yu pinched one hand, when Feng Yi was about to run away, he grabbed Feng Yi's neckline and threw him back forcefully.

Feng Yi's neck was stuck by the collar, he lowered his head and coughed, tears streaming down his face, he was very embarrassed.

After he finished coughing, he did not forget to yell:

"Feng Yu! How dare you treat me like this! I will tell Dad! Dad will never let you go! Without the Feng family, you are nothing! You are a devil! Devil..."

Feng Yu was still looking at Jiang Putao. He looked at Jiang Putao's flushed cheeks, not letting go of the slightest change in expression.

Regardless of Feng Yi's clamor, Feng Yu easily restrained him, and then grabbed Feng Yi's other wrist.

"Crack."

Feng Yi's other hand also hung down limply, Feng Yu let go, Feng Yi lay on the ground in pain, rolled over twice, his clothes were covered with dust, he didn't look as arrogant as before.

"Feng Yi, go back and explain today's matter clearly to Feng Chenghai, let Feng Chenghai teach you how to recognize your position."

Feng Yi cursed inwardly, but both of his wrists were dislocated by Feng Yu, the pain continued to erode him, he struggled to get up, and ran away in embarrassment without caring about anything else.

Jiang Putao looked at the back of Feng Yi running away, and when he turned his head, he saw Feng Yu stretched out his hand to him, with his five fingers slightly spread, and said:

"Ginger Grape, come here."

That finger bone was slender and looked like an artist's hand, but Feng Yu used this hand just now to make Feng Yi scream again and again.

At this moment, he stretched out his hand to Jiang Putao and let him pass.

The door of the small villa behind him was open, and there were several towering trees planted in the yard. The shadow of the big trees spread all the way outside the door, covering Feng Yu's head.

The sun doesn't seem to be able to shine on his world. Between Feng Yu and Jiang Putao, there is an obvious shadow line that seems to straddle the two worlds.

One bright and one dark.

Jiang Putao looked down at Feng Yu's hand, took two steps forward, stepped on the shadow line of light and dark with her toes, and slowly stretched her hand towards Feng Yu's palm.

Feng Yu's face was expressionless, and the green in his eyes gradually deepened.

Just when the hands of the two were about to touch, Jiang Putao suddenly withdrew her hand, turned around and left.

Feng Yu's pupils shrank suddenly, and his outstretched palm hung alone in the air, the shadow in his eyes flashed away.

Sure enough... are you still afraid?

Feng Yu looked at Jiang Putao's back, thinking that he would run away and leave his world.

Jiang Putao turned around, went straight to the things she put on the roadside, bent down to pick up a cup of milk tea, touched the side of the cup, and muttered:

"It's all Feng Yi's fault. It's so annoying. After so long, the milk tea is no longer iced!"

Jiang Putao took apart the straw, plunged it into the milk tea cup, turned around and walked towards Feng Yu again.

Feng Yu paused his falling arm and watched Jiang Putao walking towards him again.

The figure of Jiang Putao was reflected in his eyes, causing waves in the deep green sea.

I don't know what kind of ups and downs Feng Yu has experienced in his heart. He holds the succulent grape in one hand, and puts his hand on Feng Yu's hand in the other. The holding hands are not finished, but he also slams into Feng Yu's arms crookedly, raising the milk tea cup in his hand , handed the straw to Feng Yu's lips, and looked at him expectantly.

"Feng Yu, take a sip, it won't be cold anymore!"

Feng Yu lowered his eyes and looked at Jiang Putao, who was stuck in his arms and raised his head. There was no emotion in his eyes, he lowered his head slowly, bit the straw, and took a sip.

The milk tea in the mouth is cool, sweet and greasy, with the unique taste of grapes.

Jiang Putao waited for Feng Yu to take a sip before asking cautiously:

"Is it good to drink? In fact, it's best to drink it cold, and it's not too cold now..."

Jiang Putao was a little annoyed as she spoke, and made another note on Feng Yi.

"It's delicious." Feng Yu suddenly said.

Jiang Putao finally laughed, the worry on his face disappeared, and his eyes curved into beautiful arcs when he smiled.

"Let me just say, the succulent grapes won't let you down! Quick, take another sip, I've been waiting in line for a long time!"

Feng Yu lowered his head and took another big sip. His mouth was filled with the sweet aroma of grapes. He looked at Ginger Grape, who also had a sweet smile, and said:

"Well, it did not disappoint me."

He made a pun, but Jiang Putao didn't realize it. He turned around and picked up his schoolbag, carried it on his back, picked up other things, and walked towards Feng Yu.

Feng Yu naturally took the bag he was carrying, and led him into the courtyard of the small villa.

The shadow of the big tree shrouded the heads of the two people, and the ginger grapes were exposed to the sun all the way, so they couldn't help exhaling comfortably:

"It's so comfortable...Feng Yu, this place is really suitable for afternoon tea."

Feng Yu glanced at the shade above his head, but didn't speak.

He opened the door, and without waiting for him to move, Jiang Putao kicked off the shoes first, took out the slippers and put them on the ground, and ran in with the slippers.

It was obviously his second visit to Feng Yu's house, but he already looked familiar.

Feng Yu looked at the back of Jiang Putao running in, and didn't find it annoying.

Ginger Grape's soft and slightly curly hair curls up and down as she runs, which is a bit cute.

He ran all the way into Feng Yu's kitchen, poured out the grapes and strawberries, turned on the tap and started washing, and asked loudly while washing:

"Feng Yu, where is the salt? Where is the bowl?"

Feng Yu walked behind Jiang Putao, looked at it silently for a while, then raised his hand, found something from the cabinet above Jiang Putao's head and handed it to him.

Jiang Putao took it, sprinkled a pinch of salt and washed the fruit carefully, and did not forget to chat with him.

"The fruit was bought by my aunt at home. She is excellent at picking fruit. Let me tell you, today's grapes and strawberries are absolutely sweet."

Feng Yu supported the cooking table with one hand, looked down at the ginger grapes beside him who were carefully cleaning the fruits, and watched his thin white fingers fiddle with the water, pinching the grapes and scrubbing them.

Even though the fruit hadn't been eaten yet, Feng Yu felt a hint of sweetness in his mouth.

Maybe it's the taste left by the fleshy grapes he drank just now, Feng Yu thought.

Jiang Putao was washing fruit for him in the kitchen of his house. It was obviously a trivial matter, but it left a deep impression on Feng Yu's heart.

Jiang Putao, who opened a gap in his life, is constantly tearing that gap open to let the sunlight in.

"Ginger Putao." Feng Yu suddenly called Jiang Putao's name.

Jiang Putao didn't look back and continued to wash the grapes.

"Ok?"

He searched in the water, picked out a good-looking, fleshy grape, and handed it to Feng Yu's lips.

"Try it? This kind of grape is very sweet, with a lot of flesh, but it has seeds, and it has to be peeled off, which is a bit troublesome."

Feng Yu didn't look at the grapes that were handed to his lips. His eyes were still on Jiang Putao, he slowly opened his lips, biting on the grape, his teeth seemed to touch Jiang Putao's fingertips.

Jiang Putao immediately withdrew his hand, and stretched into the water to scrub the grapes again. He felt flustered if there was a similar feeling on his fingertips.

Feng Yu seemed to have bit him, and Jiang Putao looked at her fingertips immersed in the water, feeling a little uncertain.

Jiang Putao's heart seemed to grow out of a small grass, swaying to show his sense of existence, bringing slight itches, constantly harassing his heart, making it difficult for him to ignore.

He forced himself not to care about the itching, and looked up at Feng Yu, just in time to see Feng Yu staring at him, his Adam's apple moved slightly, swallowing the grape flesh.

Jiang Putao was stunned for a moment, looked down at the empty trash can, and asked:

"Where's the seed? Where's the skin?"

The corners of Feng Yu's lips curled slightly, and he said:

"have eaten."

It was clear that Feng Yu was talking about eating the grapes, but Jiang Putao felt the itching in his heart come out again, and it moved along his limbs, making his fingertips numb.

"Why, how do you eat the seeds and skin, the skin is so sour..."

Avoiding Feng Yu's sight, Jiang Putao took the grapes out of the water, put them in a bowl, and started washing the strawberries again.

Feng Yu thought about it for a while. He didn't care much about whether the grape was sour or had seeds. He only remembered the ginger grape in front of him, with red ears, dodging eyes, and fingertips fiddled with it again and again. The purple grapes stirred the water surface into ripples.

To eat grapes is to have no seeds left.

After the grapes and strawberries were washed, Feng Yu took the initiative to pick up the bowl and walked towards the living room.

Feng Yu's book was already placed on the table in the living room, Jiang Putao consciously walked over and sat down, ready to review it with Feng Yu.

Feng Yu stood aside with a bowl in his hand, suddenly he didn't want to read here anymore.

He originally didn't want Jiang Putao to set foot in his study room. Compared with this villa, the study room and bedroom are obviously Feng Yu's more private territory. It was his absolute personal domain, so he didn't want Jiang Putao to enter.

But at this moment... Seeing Jiang Putao obediently sitting by the side, Feng Yu changed his mind.

"Take your things and come up with me." Feng Yu said.

He led Jiang Putao upstairs, all the way into the innermost part, and pushed open a door.

This is Feng Yu's study.

Jiang Putao stepped into the study room, her eyes were shining, she couldn't help but look around.

Obviously, he also knew that walking into Feng Yu's study and walking into this small villa were completely different things.

The Pandora's box, which had been lying there quietly for a long time, opened a gap by itself, tempting Jiang Putao to explore.

Feng Yu's study room is very large, one wall is a bookshelf that goes straight to the roof, and the other wall is filled with a lot of weird gadgets, which seem to be some technological products, which Jiang Putao doesn't even know.

In the center of the study is a large and spacious solid wood desk, dark almost black red, which matches the deep tone of the whole study.

Behind the desk, there is only a chair.

Feng Yu put the fruit on the desk and told Jiang Grape to wait.

Before he went out, he looked back at Jiang Putao.

Jiang Putao was walking to the bookshelf, looking up at the books inside.

Feng Yu withdrew his gaze and left the study.

The huge bookshelves are filled with books of many kinds, but at first glance, the names are a bit scary.

""Illustrated Book of Corpse Changes", "Naturally Born Perverts", "Crazy Addicts", "Criminal Psychology"..." Jiang Putao walked from one side of the bookshelf to the other, muttering the title of the book, Feng Yu pushed I came in with a chair and didn't find it.

Feng Yu pushed the chair across from the desk and stood behind Jiang Putao.

Feng Yu's figure was reflected in the reflection of the bookshelf glass, Jiang Putao realized that Feng Yu was back, turned around immediately, pointed to one of the books, and asked:

"Feng Yu, can I read the book inside?"

Feng Yu looked at the figure of Jiang Putao in the glass, took a step back, and let the bookshelf open the door.

"random."

He sat on the chair behind the desk, propped his cheeks and looked at Ginger Grape. His posture seemed lazy, but his muscles were tense, as if he was ready to stand up and grab something at any time.

Jiang Putao opened the door of the bookshelf, took out a book, and slowly opened it, as if opening Feng Yu's world.

There is no sun in this world, only darkness is left, and there are monsters without face hidden in the depths of the darkness, who do not want to be watched by others.

But at this time a person walked into this world, and the monster took the initiative to let him in.

The monster was carefully looking at this person, while not wanting him to know more, for fear that he would run away, while masochistically wanting to see his reaction.

Will you be afraid?

Or choose to stay away from him?

Feng Yu lightly tapped the table with his fingertips, but there was no sound.

The book Jiang Putao pulled out was "Illustrated Book of Corpse Changes", and he took this book purely out of curiosity.

But soon he paid the price for his curiosity. When he opened the book, the rotting and wormy corpse immediately hit his eyes. Jiang Putao froze in place. After a few seconds, he closed the book and put it back on the shelf .

He closed the door of the bookshelf, thinking in his heart that he would never read any of the books inside again, then turned around and looked at Feng Yu with an aggrieved expression.

"Feng Yu, why didn't you remind me?"

Feng Yu paused with his fingertips and asked:

"Reminder of what?"

He just wanted to see Jiang Grape's reaction.

Jiang Putao glanced at the chair where Feng Yu was sitting, and it seemed that there was no way to squeeze him out. He could only go to sit opposite Feng Yu, and lay down on the table, stretching out his hands to reach Feng Yu's sleeves. Twitched and said:

"Remind me that the picture inside is very that!"

Jiang Putao wanted to say disgusting, but felt that saying that would be disrespectful to the deceased, so she could only vaguely say it in the end.

Feng Yu gently pulled Jiang Putao's hand away and said:

"It's up to you to see."

He stared at Jiang Putao's face, Jiang Putuo was indeed startled by the book, but she still didn't show fear or disgust, and even after reading the book, she wanted to find a chance to post it to Feng Yu.

Jiang Putao didn't seem to care that Feng Yu read this kind of book at all, and wouldn't find Feng Yu scary like the others.

Feng Yu got up on purpose, walked to the bookshelf, took out the book, sat opposite Jiang Putao, and slowly flipped through it.

Jiang Putao was lying on the table and approaching Feng Yu, so she sat down immediately when she saw this, opened the textbook, and asked:

"Feng Yu, where are we going to review today?"

Feng Yu looked at the rotting corpse on the book. The corpse was covered with maggots, and his face was rotten and blurred. From his wide open mouth, he could vaguely see the ferocious expression before his death.

These things had no impact on Feng Yu at all, what happened to him was much more terrifying than what was written in the books.

He calmly turned to the next page and told Jiang Putao the scope of this review.

"You review the book first, and ask me if you don't know how to do it, and I will give you questions later." Feng Yu said.

Jiang Putao nodded, obediently opened the scope of what Feng Yu said, and began to review the book.

He didn't ask Feng Yu why he wanted to read this kind of book, nor did he ask why Feng Yu's bookshelf was full of these kinds of books. In his opinion, this was the same as Feng Yu's participation in the creative APP group, but it was just Feng Yu's interest. It's nothing surprising, he even thought Feng Yu was good at reading these books, but he was too embarrassed to tell Feng Yu.

He had read the "Illustrated Book of Corpse Changes" in Feng Yu's hand many times, and now he felt bored while flipping through the book, and his eyes raised slightly, and fell on Jiang Putao.

Jiang Putao really wasn't afraid of him at all, he was surprised again and again by Jiang Putao's reaction.

There was a strange feeling in his heart, like some kind of subtle satisfaction, but also vaguely absurd excitement.

He wants Jiang Grape to see more... more of his secrets.

If ginger grapes are scared...

Feng Yu looked at the study door behind Jiang Putao, his eyes gradually deepened, and the madness in his eyes surged out of his eyes, and was immediately suppressed.

Jiang Putao is studying the book seriously, and occasionally distracted, thinking about what to do with the tasks he has not completed so far.

He really didn't know how to complete this task other than doing it when Feng Yu was asleep.

It was the first time Feng Yu took Jiang Putao to review, and the scope of the delineation was not much. Jiang Putao finished it before lunch, and if there were questions in the middle, Feng Yu also answered him very well.

Jiang Putao brought lunch, he closed the book, stood up and pulled Feng Yu's sleeve.

"Let's go eat! I asked Aunt Wu to make a lot of pots of meat!"

Feng Yu let Jiang Putao pull him, followed Jiang Putao out, but talked about the review in the afternoon.

"At two o'clock in the afternoon, I will give you some questions to do. The time limit is one and a half hours. If you can't finish it, you will be punished."

As Feng Yu spoke, he looked down at Jiang Putao.

He is like a cautious hunter, testing the prey's warning line little by little.

Jiang Putao paused, and looked back at Feng Yu with an incredulous expression on her face:

"And punishment?"

Feng Yu lowered his head and approached Jiang Putao, the distance between green eyes and black eyes was very close.

"Aren't you willing? Of course...you can also choose to refuse."

"I am willing!" Jiang Putao interrupted Feng Yu's words, and grabbed Feng Yu's sleeves with both hands.

He always felt that if he said he didn't want to, Feng Yu might not take him to review. He had finally had another chance to get along with Feng Yu, so he couldn't give up easily. Besides, his task of drawing a love heart hadn't been completed yet. !

"Don't you ask what the punishment is?" Feng Yu said.

Jiang Putao looked up at him, her black eyes were full of trust, and she still kept her mouth full of bravery.

"I must be able to finish it so that I won't be punished."

"Really." Feng Yu responded indifferently.

But Jiang Putao came up to Feng Yu with a smile and hugged Feng Yu's arm. He was addicted to stickers, as if he was suffering from skin hunger, and whenever he had a chance, he would stick to Feng Yu, put his chin on Feng Yu's shoulder, and flattered him. explain:

"Teacher Feng won't punish obedient and good students, will he?"

The teacher's address made Feng Yu's expression a little subtle, he gently pushed Jiang Putao's forehead with his fingertips, and said:

"Since you are a teacher, you must be obedient."

Jiang Putao was pushed away, but followed closely, muttering and complaining in a low voice:

"Hey! Teacher Feng! I'm not obedient enough! There is no more obedient student than me!"

The two of them played together and went to the first floor for dinner.

After lunch, Jiang Putao yawned a few times and began to feel sleepy.

Feng Yu asked him to take a nap in the guest room, but Jiang Putao didn't want to, so he sat next to Feng Yu, thought for a while and curled up on the sofa, with his head against Feng Yu's legs, looking at Feng Yu with sleepy eyes.

"No, I want to stay here."

In fact, he just wanted to stay by Feng Yu's side and watch Feng Yu.

Ginger grapes are really sticky.

Sometimes he looks very timid, but the darkness can make him tremble all over, but sometimes he is very courageous, even though Feng Yu's favorability for him on the strategy app is still negative, he dares to stick to it Feng Yu, find all kinds of opportunities to post with Feng Yu, and complete the wonderful strategy task given by the strategy app without any complaints.

Feng Yu watched Jiang Putao's blinking speed getting slower and slower, and suddenly reached out to cover Jiang Putao's eyes.

"Go to sleep."

Jiang Putao raised her hand, held Feng Yu's wrist tentatively, and whispered:

"You can't go—"

Feng Yu didn't answer, but he really didn't leave.

After Jiang Putao's breathing slowed down and slowly fell asleep, Feng Yu took his hand away.

He just looked at Jiang Putao's sleeping face for a long time.

Jiang Putao didn't say a word about what Feng Yi said so far, and didn't ask Feng Yu, as if she didn't care at all.

On the contrary, it was Feng Yu's strong curiosity and desire to explore about Jiang Putao. He wanted to know about Jiang Putao.

Jiang Putao slept very soundly and peacefully, and slept for a long time.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, he slowly opened his eyes. Before he could see everything in front of him clearly, he stretched out his hand first, and he felt relieved when he touched the corner of Feng Yu's clothes.

The sunlight came in from the window and fell on Feng Yu and Jiang Putao generously, as if a small warm world had been built for them.

Jiang Putao stretched out comfortably, her head almost resting on Feng Yu's lap, her cheeks were pink from waking up, and her eyelashes were stained with moisture.

"Feng Yu, what time is it?" Jiang Putao asked vaguely, lying on the sofa unwilling to get up, rubbing her head against Feng Yu's leg little by little.

There was a laptop on Feng Yu's lap, it was all in French, and he didn't know what it was written on.

"Are you awake?" Feng Yu tapped the keyboard with his fingertips without moving, letting Jiang Putao's head rub against him.

Jiang Putao rubbed against each other for a while, then sat up with a small yawn, and then leaned crookedly on Feng Yu's shoulder.

He leaned over to look at Feng Yu's computer screen, the time was written on the lower right corner, three o'clock in the afternoon.

Feng Yu didn't stop Jiang Putao from looking at his computer, and didn't even push away Jiang Putao who was leaning on him.

Jiang Putao just woke up, her consciousness was still fuzzy, she put her arm around Feng Yu's arm, leaning it sticky, her eyes fell on Feng Yu's computer screen, but she couldn't understand anything.

He was so bored for half an hour, until Feng Yu closed the computer, Jiang Putao came back to his senses, blinked slowly, and looked up at Feng Yu.

Seeing Jiang Putao's clingy appearance, Feng Yu asked him:

"Ginger Putao, did you forget something?"

"What's the matter?" Jiang Putao asked blankly, he really forgot all about it.

Feng Yu asked again:

"Do you know what time it is?"

Jiang Putao just checked the time and still remembered:

"03:30, what's the matter?"

"I said, starting at two o'clock, I will give you one and a half hours to do the questions, and you will be punished if you don't finish." Feng Yu deliberately lowered his tone.

Jiang Putao sat up straight suddenly, let go of Feng Yu's hand, rubbed it back, grinned at Feng Yu pretending to be stupid, stood up, turned around and ran outside, Feng Yu grabbed her wrist and dragged her back to the sofa superior.

His body was unstable, and he fell on his back on the sofa. Feng Yu pinned him down with his legs, preventing him from moving.

Jiang Putao looked at Feng Yu who was propped on top of his body, his limbs were restrained, and he could only beg for mercy.

"Teacher Feng, I was wrong, I will never dare to sleep in again next time."

Feng Yu looked at Jiang Putao who was obediently being suppressed by him, and did not listen to his begging for mercy at all. "You said... how should I punish you?"

Jiang Putao swallowed her saliva and discussed:

"Otherwise... I owe you first?"

Anyway, he already owed Feng Yu twice, so it doesn't matter if there is another punishment.

He thought Feng Yu would not agree, but Feng Yu thought about it for a moment, and then nodded.

"Okay, but you have to write a letter of guarantee."

Feng Yu did what he said, and really asked Jiang Putao to write a letter of guarantee, and even signed it. He took out the ink pad and asked him to press a red finger print.

Jiang Putao looked at the letter of guarantee in front of her, and at her fingertips stained with red ink, and thought of the task of "drawing a heart on the male god's abs".

How about... A bad idea flashed into Jiang Putao's head, his eyes lit up, and he looked at Feng Yu with evil.

He pushed away the things on the desk, lay down on the desk, crawled towards Feng Yu, stretched out his hand, and grabbed the hem of Feng Yu's clothes.

"Teacher Feng, studying is too boring, why don't you teach me to do something else?"

What Jiang Putao said was too ambiguous. He was lying on the desk with his neckline slightly open, his fair skin was exposed, his arms were propped on the edge of the table, his waist was pressed down, and there was a beautiful arc protruding beyond the waistline. .

Feng Yu slowly stretched out his hand, and opened Jiang Putao's hand. Looking at Jiang Putao with deep green eyes, he asked in a deep voice:

"What do you want me to teach you?"

Seeing that Feng Yu didn't refuse directly, Jiang Putao felt that there was hope, and moved forward again, pointing at Feng Yu's abdomen with her fingertips.

"Teacher Feng..."

He couldn't say the rest of the words, so he boldly clinged to Feng Yu's Jiang Putao for a long time, and became nervous again.

Excessive nervousness sealed his mouth, making him speechless, he just looked at Feng Yu helplessly.

Following Jiang Putao's line of sight, Feng Yu's fingertips landed on himself.

Jiang Putao finally found his voice, and the unfinished task was spinning in his mind. Impulsively, he said loudly:

"Feng Yu, let me see your abs!"

As soon as the words came out, he immediately covered his mouth, and the blush on his face couldn't be stopped.

He took a deep breath, not daring to look at Feng Yu's expression, and patched himself up:

"No... I, um, I want to train my abs! I want, I want to see your abs for reference."

This is not the first time I have used ginger grapes, but I haven't seen it the first two times!Jiang Putao obviously dodged her expression, and even secretly glanced at Feng Yu, but she immediately looked away when she was discovered.

Feng Yu pointed down and lifted the hem of his clothes, his abdominal muscles were faintly visible, and his green eyes were still fixed on Jiang Putao.

"Can you learn how to practice just by watching?"

Jiang Putao nodded vigorously, afraid that he might have some flaws, but he didn't know that he had already been full of flaws.

"Just look at it, really!"

He said so, but he quietly reached for the box of red ink pad with his fingertips, poked his finger in it, and pressed it to make sure that his fingertips were covered with ink pad.

Feng Yu picked up the hem of his clothes and slowly lifted it up, slowly revealing the outline of his tight and beautiful abdominal muscles.

Jiang Putao grabbed the edge of the table with one hand and ran forward with her strength. Her fingertips touched Feng Yu's skin. She didn't care about feeling Feng Yu's body temperature and soft touch, and immediately drew a crooked love heart.

After drawing the heart, he didn't even dare to look at Feng Yu. He climbed down from the table, turned around and ran outside.

"Feng Yu! Thank you for today's review! I'm going home first!"

He ran all the way out of the study room, ran downstairs, turned around and saw that Feng Yu hadn't followed, immediately threw off his slippers, and stepped on his shoes, but the shoes didn't go in, and his hands had already started to twist the doorknob of the door.

After twisting it a few times, but it didn't open, Jiang Putao's hands shook in anxiety, and she pushed the door hard, but it still didn't work.

At some point, Feng Yu locked the door of the small villa, and no one could open it except him.

With her back to the stairs, Jiang Putao looked at the door that couldn't be opened. She heard Feng Yu's voice slowly walking downstairs. Her legs softened, and she knelt down on the ground, covering her face with her hands, revealing her ears. Red to the point of bleeding.

It's over, it's a shame!

He shouldn't be impulsive and complete the task in that way!

Jiang Putao heard the approaching footsteps, but she didn't dare to raise her head or turn around.

Until Feng Yu stood behind him and asked him softly:

"Ginger Grape, is it fun?"

Jiang Putao's shoulders trembled slightly, but she didn't answer.

Feng Yu ordered:

"turn around."

Jiang Putao was so ashamed that she wanted to get into the ground, but after dawdling for a while, she turned around.

With ink pads on his fingertips, he covered his face again just now, and now his cheeks were stained with a blush, compared with the blush emerging from his own skin, as if he was competing for who was more blush.

Jiang Putao felt his legs were weak, he stood up against the wall, took off his shoes again, stepped on the slippers and walked in front of Feng Yu honestly, explaining:

"I... I was just kidding with you, I'm just too sleepy, just kidding, mentally..."

Feng Yu glanced at the redness on Jiang Putao's cheeks, and repeated:

"Too sleepy?"

Jiang Putao nodded immediately, and forgot about the pain when the scar was healed, and moved to Feng Yu's side again, carefully pulling his fingers with both hands.

"Teacher Feng, you have to trust me."

Feng Yu looked at him and suddenly said:

"Okay, I believe you."

"I'll take you to wake up now."

After saying that, Feng Yu turned around, grabbed Jiang Putao, and led him inside.

This time instead of going upstairs, he turned a corner and walked to a secret door.

This door was integrated with the surrounding decorations, if Feng Yu hadn't pushed it open, Jiang Putao wouldn't have been able to see that there was another door here.

He looked at the opened door in amazement. There were light strips on both sides of the stairs. The light was not very dark, as if they were descending stairs.

"Let's go."

Feng Yu went in one step first, took two steps, and then stopped suddenly.

He turned around, looked at Jiang Putao standing on the steps two steps higher than him, and said suddenly:

"Jiang Putao, if you want to leave, you can do so now, and I will open the door for you."

Jiang Putao tilted her head, not understanding what Feng Yu meant.

He just shook his head and urged Feng Yu:

"Don't go, I just...wasn't joking with you to make you angry."

Feng Yu took a deep look at him, turned around and continued to walk down, lightly pressed his fingertips against the wall, and the door at the entrance was automatically closed and locked.

Passing through the stairs, one enters a spacious basement.

Feng Yu turned on the light in the basement, and Jiang Putao squinted her eyes under the flickering cold light in the room.

When he saw everything in front of him clearly, he was shocked.

The things in the basement were much more shocking than the books in Feng Yu's bookshelf. I saw that the huge basement was full of weapons such as swords. All of them were beautifully crafted and the blades gleamed coldly. They were obviously sharpened.

Not only are there swords, but there are also bows and crossbows hanging on the wall, all kinds of them, and some targets, which are already full of arrow holes.

Jiang Putao couldn't bear it anymore this time. He walked over, touched the nearest bow and arrow, and exclaimed:

"Feng Yu, you are amazing."

Feng Yu didn't speak, he just walked over, picked up a bow-crossbow, put on the arrow feathers, fully drew the bow, and suddenly turned around and aimed at Jiang Putao.

His voice was cold, even colder in the basement.

"Jiang Putao, have you forgotten what Feng Yi said?"

Ginger Grape was taken aback:

"what?"

He didn't understand why Feng Yu suddenly mentioned Feng Yi.

The door of the basement has been closed, and this place has become an absolutely airtight space. The walls are covered with soundproof materials. What happens here, the outside will not know.

Feng Yu pointed at Jiang Putao with his arrow feathers shining coldly, and said:

"Feng Yi said that I was mentally ill and had killed people, do you believe it?"

Jiang Putao was pointed at by the cold arrow blade, recalling Feng Yi's words, she shook her head:

"I do not believe."

Feng Yu still maintained the posture of fully drawing the bow, and said:

"Why don't you believe it, even if I point a bow and arrow at you now, don't you believe it?"

Ginger Grape still shook her head:

"I don't believe it, I don't believe a single word Feng Yi said."

He suddenly stepped up and walked towards Feng Yu.

Feng Yu's green eyes were hidden behind the bow and arrow, looking at Jiang Putao who was walking towards him, his finger bones turned white due to the force.

"Not Feng Yi, but willing to trust me?"

Jiang Putao didn't even look at the bow and arrow in Feng Yu's hand, her black eyes followed Feng Yu's.

"intuition."

"I like the feeling of being by your side, it's very warm and reassuring."

Warm and reassuring.

No matter how you look at these two words, they don't seem to be words that Feng Yu would use. Ever since he was a child, he has heard most of them are lunatics, psychopaths, demons, and damn things.

Feng Yu continued to draw the bow, the bowstring was taut and seemed to break at any moment.

"You shouldn't believe me."

As he spoke, he let go of his fingertips, and the sharp bow and arrow rushed out, so fast that only an afterimage remained.

Jiang Putao, who always behaved softly, with a firm expression, continued to walk towards Feng Yu facing the arrow feathers.

The arrow feathers cut through the air, making a terrible cracking sound, almost touching Jiang Putao's ears, and pierced into the archery target on the wall behind him, hitting the bull's-eye.

Jiang Putao also walked up to Feng Yu at this time, and slammed his head on Feng Yu's chest, his voice muffled and complaining.

"Feng Yu, you're scaring me."

Jiang Putao finally understood that the purpose of Feng Yu bringing him here was to scare him and drive him away.

But he didn't know that not only this basement, but also the books in the study and the sudden punishment were all threats.

The monster hiding in the dark accidentally let in a human being. While longing for the human being to approach him, he frantically drove the human being away, contradictory and distorted.

Feng Yu looked at the arrow feather on the bull's eye in the distance, let go of his hand, and the bow and arrow fell to the ground.

Jiang Putao's fluffy hair rubbed against Feng Yu's chin. Seeing that Feng Yu didn't speak, she continued to accuse him:

"Is this the punishment you're talking about? How can you scare me?"

As he spoke, he tugged at Feng Yu's clothes, as if venting his anger.

Feng Yu withdrew his gaze and finally looked at Jiang Putao in front of him.

He slowly raised his hand, brushing the ends of Jiang Putao's hair lightly with his fingertips, lowered his head slightly, and leaned closer to Jiang Putao's neck, sniffing the sweet and greasy smell of Jiang Putao's body.

The corners of Feng Yu's lips curled slightly, and his tone was unusually gentle.

"What kind of punishment is this, do you want to cheat?"

Jiang Putao curled her lips and muttered softly:

"It doesn't count."

Feng Yu didn't get angry because of Jiang Putao's muttering. If Jiang Putao looked up at this moment, he would see Feng Yu's eyes were very gentle, a gentleness he had never seen before.

Jiang Putao's trust was the first and only one in Feng Yu's life.

He reached out to pick up an exquisite dagger and handed it to Jiang Putao.

"Give you."

Jiang Putao took it, touched the sheath of the dagger inlaid with precious stones, and asked:

"Is it for me?"

Feng Yu nodded, without explaining the reason, he casually kicked away the seemingly expensive bow and arrow under his feet, grabbed Jiang Putao's wrist for the first time, and led him out.

"Let's go, it's time to study."

Jiang Putao looked at the dagger in his hand curiously, and nodded.

He thought the matter was over, but Feng Yu returned to the study, where