The male god taught me to attack him

Jiang Putao almost thought that she heard it wrong, Feng Yu leaned back in the chair, and sat opposite Jiang Putao in a leisurely manner, no matter how she looked, she didn't look like the person who said such words.

But Feng Yu not only said, but also glanced down with his pretty green eyes, signaling Jiang Putao to hurry up.

Jiang Putao grabbed the hem of her clothes with both hands, begging for mercy carefully:

"Can... don't you?"

Feng Yu smiled, laughing so hard that Jiang Putao's heart began to beat faster.

"Why, you are only allowed to scribble on me, so I can't fight back?"

Jiang Putao pulled down the clothes with both hands, straightening the fabric of the short sleeves.

"no……"

He lowered his head, not daring to look into Feng Yu's eyes.

Mingming Feng Yu's expression was cold, but Jiang Putao felt that Feng Yu's green eyes seemed to be on fire when he looked at him, and his gaze fell on him with a heat that was hard to ignore.

The air conditioner was turned on in the study, and the temperature was cool. Jiang Putao was wearing short-sleeved shorts but began to sweat. Tiny beads of sweat appeared on the tip of her nose, and her black grape-like eyes were full of panic.

"Feng Yu..." He called Feng Yu's name with a slight tremor at the end.

Feng Yu was still leaning on the chair, his eyes were clear and shallow, and Jiang Putao's figure was reflected in the depths of his eyes.

He watched Jiang Putao's slender white fingertips tighten the hem of the clothes, pulling out a wrinkle, seeing Jiang Putao's breathing difficulty due to excessive tension, and his slightly parted lips, but he refused to let him go, just let Jiang Putao Putao was nervous and ashamed.

Seeing that Feng Yu didn't intend to respond to him, Jiang Putao's fingertips trembled, and she slowly grabbed the hem of her clothes, pulling them up a little.

He doesn't like sports, he has almost no muscles on his body, and his stomach is soft and greasy. He is sitting on the edge of the table at this time, because he is too shy when he lifts up the hem of his clothes, his toes are tense, and his two slippers fall to the ground with two "pa, pa" sounds. Voice.

The clothes had just lifted a corner, revealing a little porcelain white, and the sound of slippers falling on the ground startled Jiang Putao, his shoulders trembled slightly, his fingertips lost strength, and the hem of the clothes fell back again.

Jiang Putao turned her head sideways, staring at the bookshelf beside her, not daring to look at Feng Yu.

However, he and Feng Yu were reflected on the spotless glass on the bookshelf again. Feng Yu also turned his head, and his eyes passed through the glass, precisely catching Jiang Putao's sight.

Jiang Putao didn't dare to move, and looked at Feng Yu in the reflection of the glass, his hands were limply hanging by his sides, his brows and eyes were lowered pitifully, as if he was being bullied, or as if he was luring others to bully him.

Feng Yu was indeed bullying him.

He glanced at the time and urged ruthlessly:

"Ginger Putao, hurry up, don't waste your study time."

Jiang Putao let out a soft moan, and grabbed the corner of the hem with her fingertips again.

His brain was confused, and he didn't understand how things turned out like this. He obviously came to study, but at this moment he was sitting on the desk that should be used for studying, and was about to lift his clothes to show Feng Yu.

In fact, he can resist completely, he can leave the study, and he can end today's review ahead of schedule.

There are countless ways to end his current embarrassing situation, but Jiang Putao couldn't think of them all, or deliberately ignored them.

Feng Yu seemed like some kind of addiction to him, while he was afraid of becoming addicted, he was willing to do so.

He lifted the hem of the clothes again, this time without letting go, the hem of the clothes trembled with his fingertips, slowly revealing his soft white belly.

Feng Yu looked down at the porcelain white in front of him. The ink pad on his fingertips had long since dried up, wrapped around his fingertips, and cracked like sand.

He should have dipped the ink pad again, but he pressed the dry ink pad on his fingertips instead. The dried ink pad felt pressed against the skin, like rough fine sand, with a strong touch, but no color left.

Jiang Putao's fingertips lost strength again, and the hem of the clothes slipped from the fingertips, slowly covering a piece of whiteness.

Before the white patch was about to be completely covered, Feng Yu saw Jiang Putao's stomach contracting, obviously the dry and cracked ink pad startled him.

Feng Yu took out a tissue, wiped the dry ink pad on his fingertips, and said paradoxically:

"Ginger Grape, because of your rubbing, the ink pad has dried up."

"Now, I need to do it again."

Jiang Putao didn't have the strength to lift up his clothes this time. Not only were his hands weak, but he also lost strength in his waist. He supported his hands backwards so that he didn't slump on the dark desk.

Feng Yu pressed the red ink pad with his fingertips again, this time he didn't ask Jiang Putao to lift the hem of his clothes, but got up directly, grabbed the hem of Jiang Putao's clothes, pulled it up, and handed it to Jiang Putao's lips.

The piercing voice rang in Jiang Putao's ears, and she couldn't refuse:

"Open your mouth."

Jiang Putao subconsciously opened her mouth slightly.

"Bite." Feng Yu said, the soft cloth touched Jiang Putao's mouth.

Jiang Putao bit the fabric of her clothes, her eyelashes drooped, blocking the panic in her eyes.

Today's Feng Yu is not the same as before.

Jiang Putao is sensitive to this, Feng Yu is no longer like before, full of rejection of his contact, dispensable.

Today's Feng Yu, for the first time, showed a strong and domineering attitude towards Jiang Putao.

Just like scaring him in the basement before, Jiang Putao vaguely came up with an idea because of his over-stressed and shy brain:

Feng Yu was testing him.

What are you testing him for?

With Feng Yu's fingertips touching his skin, Jiang Putao couldn't continue thinking.

All he knew was that he must not run away.

Even if the door of the study was right behind him, even if the door was wide open, he would never run away.

If he escapes, he has a hunch that his poor -57 points of favorability may become -570 points.

He didn't want his efforts during this time to be wasted, and he didn't want his relationship with Feng Yu to regress. He finally squeezed into Feng Yu's world a little bit, so he didn't want to back down.

Jiang Putao held her own clothes in her mouth, and propped her hands back on the cold desk. Her vision was blocked, and she couldn't see what Feng Yu had drawn on him.

He cannot see, and all perception comes from touch.

Feng Yu's fingertips were stained with bright red ink pads, and they lightly brushed across Jiang Putao's skin, leaving a long mark.

After he finished the first stroke, he paused, looking at the skin in front of him, as if he was weighing how to draw next.

Jiang Putao's brain, which is gradually deprived of oxygen, is struggling to think. He feels that Feng Yu's open and close touch definitely does not draw a simple love.

What is Feng Yu painting?

Jiang Putao was a little curious. The more curious he was, the more obvious the tactile sensation from his skin became. His hands supporting the table began to tremble, and gradually he couldn't hold on.

At this moment, Feng Yu pressed his fingertips up again, and drew a long line vertically from top to bottom.

The line was drawn all the way from the bottom of the chest to the edge of the trousers. When Feng Yu stopped, Jiang Putuo finally lost his strength and lay on his back on the desk.

The desk is dark red, with ginger grapes lying on it, the contrast between white and red is more conspicuous.

His skin was almost blindingly white on the desk.

Feng Yu didn't intend to let him go.

He dipped his fingertips in the ink pad again and drew on it again.

One horizontal, one vertical, each stroke is very long.

By the time Feng Yu finished painting, Jiang Grape's black grape-like eyes were already filled with watery light.

He opened his mouth slightly, and the clothes he was holding fell on his neck, and there were deep tooth marks and water marks on it.

When Feng Yu pulled Jiang Putao's arm to make him sit up, Jiang Putao was still in a daze.

His eyes were a little out of focus, his breathing rhythm was chaotic, and he let Feng Yu help him tidy up his clothes.

Feng Yu helped Jiang Putao tidy up her clothes slowly, then raised her hand and patted Jiang Putao's head lightly.

"Ginger Grape, come back to your senses."

Jiang Putao rolled her eyes and looked at Feng Yu.

Feng Yu still had that indifferent appearance. If it wasn't for the ink on his fingertips, no one would have guessed what he did just now.

In fact, he didn't do anything heinous, he just drew a few lines on Jiang Putao's body.

Jiang Putao gasped slightly, looked at Feng Yu with black eyes full of accusation, blinked, and a few round teardrops fell down.

As soon as the tears fell, Jiang Putao couldn't hold back her tears. Jiang Putao raised her hand and rubbed her eyes vigorously, and the area around her eyes was red.

He didn't know what was wrong with him, but he suddenly felt particularly wronged. Obviously he was the one who drew love on Feng Yu's body first, but at this moment he really wanted to act like a baby with Feng Yu.

Jiang Putao raised her foot and lightly kicked Feng Yu's calf.

"Feng Yu, you bully me."

While accusing Feng Yu, he squeezed into Feng Yu's arms.

Tears were all on Feng Yu's body, and he took the opportunity to take a bite. I don't know if he bit the meat through the clothes.

Feng Yu's fingertips ran down Jiang Putao's hair, and slowly pinched the nape of his neck, as if to comfort him.

"Jiang Putao, you are unreasonable, you were the one who drew me first."

The two of them quarreled like elementary school students, arguing sentence by sentence. Jiang Putao cried for a long time, couldn't help hiccupping, and hurriedly buried her face in Feng Yu's arms, refusing to look up.

Feng Yu stood by the table and let Jiang Putao sit on the edge of the table, accusing him and blaming him while squeezing into his arms.

He raised his eyes and looked at the open door of the study.

This time he didn't close the door, Jiang Putao could leave at any time.

But this soft grape, peeled and seeded by itself, lay on the table, letting him bully limply.

Feng Yu's lips curled up slightly, and he was rarely in a good mood.

Jiang Putao stopped crying after hiccupping, but he didn't want to get up, and was still lying in Feng Yu's arms.

Feng Yu's body smelled as cold as ice and snow, which smelled good and made people feel at ease.

Jiang Putao curled up her toes, because of the previous shame, the toes were still a little powdery, and they curled up after a while, revealing the happiness in her heart.

Feng Yu took the initiative to back away and let go of Jiang Putao.

"Do not cry?"

Jiang Putao's eyes turned red, as did her neck. Although the clothes were tidied up by Feng Yu, the hem of the clothes was wet and the fabric was uneven, obviously he had bitten them just now.

Hearing Feng Yu's words, Jiang Putao jumped down from the table, hummed loudly on purpose, turned around and ran out.

Feng Yu didn't stop him, and sat in the chair by himself, his posture seemed to be idle, but his eyes kept looking at the open door of the study room as if nothing.

Is Ginger Grape gone?

Will he come back?

Feng Yu lowered his eyes, uncontrollably thinking of these two questions in his mind.

Jiang Putao ran all the way into the bathroom, stood in front of the mirror, lifted the hem of her clothes and looked at her stomach.

I saw a few lines drawn on his belly, which staggered horizontally and vertically, forming several grids. Jiang Putao counted them, and there were exactly eight grids.

He blinked, a little in disbelief.

What is Feng Yu doing?He said he wanted to train his abs, so he drew eight pack abs on his stomach?

Do you want to be so childish!

Jiang Putao wiped the ink pad on it, let go of her clothes and hurried back, stood in front of Feng Yu, and continued to accuse him:

"Feng Yu! Why are you doing this!"

Feng Yu propped his hands on the desk, resting his chin, full of momentum.

"How am I?"

Ginger Grape's aura instantly weakened:

"You... how could you draw that on my stomach!"

"Which one to draw?" Feng Yuming asked knowingly.

"Draw the abs! And it's too fake!" Jiang Putao sat on the chair angrily, and flipped through the exercise book.

"That's right. I'll draw more like it next time." Feng Yu said.

Ginger Grape's eyes widened:

"And next time?"

He hastily waved his hands:

"No, no, no, I don't want to do it next time! Besides... who has such abs! It's eight yuan!"

Feng Yu paused slightly, with a delicate expression on his face, and asked:

"What happened to the eight dollars?"

Although Ginger Grape likes abdominal muscles, she doesn't like too many of them.

He knows that there are many people who pursue perfect abs. Most people can only achieve six packs at most. As for eight packs, it depends on nature. People with eight packs are very enviable, but this does not include Jiang Grape.

Jiang Putao has always felt that six-pack abs are just right, they look seductive and good-looking, and eight-pack... feels a bit too much, a little greasy.

Seeing Jiang Putao frowning, Feng Yu looked at him without blinking.

"Eight yuan...it will feel ugly and greasy." Jiang Putao imagined it in her mind, shook her head vigorously, and was very resistant.

He subconsciously felt that Feng Yu had six-pack abs. Although he had touched it before and saw a little bit later, he hadn't seen the whole picture at all. He didn't know what it really looked like.

Things like eight-pack abs were naturally born and rare, but he felt that Feng Yu definitely wasn't.

After Jiang Putao finished speaking, Feng Yu was silent for a long time.

Just when Jiang Putao was about to ask Feng Yu what was wrong, Feng Yu suddenly sneered.

"Ah."

There was always an enchanting atmosphere in the study room, but after Feng Yu sneered, this enchantment disappeared, and it even felt like falling into a glacier.

Jiang Putao rubbed her arms and looked at Feng Yu blankly.

Although Feng Yu had no expression on his face and his eyes were indifferent, Jiang Putao just felt that... Feng Yu seemed to be angry.He still doesn't know the reason, especially inexplicable.

Feng Yu opened the exercise booklet, drew ten pages in a row, and pushed it to Jiang Putao.

"Do it now, don't leave if you can't finish it."

Jiang Putao looked at the thick stack of exercises, pursed her lips, and asked:

"Can... talk about it and make a few fewer pages, okay?"

"No." Feng Yu said coldly.

He leaned back, slid back with the chair, and sat on the chair like this, his condensed eyes fell on Jiang Putuo, obviously planning to just watch Jiang Putao doing the problem.

Under Feng Yu's gaze, Jiang Putuo subconsciously sat upright, picked up a pen to write the questions, and didn't dare to delay at all, but she vaguely felt in her heart that Feng Yu really looked like a teacher, and he was a very serious and terrifying one.

Ten pages of questions may seem like a lot, but in fact there are not many pages. It was still daylight when Jiang Putao finished writing the questions, and he was a little hungry.

Feng Yu was not in a hurry to correct Jiang Taotao, but asked him:

"what's for dinner?"

This was the first time Feng Yu asked Jiang Putao what he had for dinner, and Jiang Putao was a little flattered.

He checked the time and decided to go home. He was afraid that Feng Yu would ask him to do the questions after dinner. He really didn't want to do the questions today.

"Feng Yu, I should go home." Jiang Putao said.

Feng Yu's expression didn't change, he lowered his head to tidy up the textbooks on the desk without keeping them.

"Is it."

Jiang Putao nodded, and began to pack his things. He packed his textbooks and put them in his schoolbag, and took the lunch box he brought earlier, and walked out step by step.

"Feng Yu, I'm really leaving!"

Feng Yu sat on a chair in the study room, looked down at his phone, and ignored him, obviously not planning to see him off.

Jiang Putao was a little disappointed again, he thought Feng Yu would send him off, but after thinking about it, it was normal for Feng Yu not to send him off.

He went all the way downstairs, slowly put on his shoes at the door, walked out of the small villa, stood outside the gate of the villa and looked up to the window of the study on the second floor, there was no sign of Feng Yu there.

Jiang Putao couldn't tell what was going on in her heart, it was empty.

With his head down, he still walked slowly along the path in the villa area.

He had to look back after walking for a while, but every time he looked back, he was disappointed for a while.

"Don't send me off..." Jiang Putao muttered, and walked to the gate of the villa area.

Just as he was about to go out, the phone in his pocket vibrated twice.

Jiang Putao's eyes lit up, she immediately took out her phone, and was the first to open WeChat.

In WeChat, the top chat box was empty, and Feng Yu didn't send him a message.

Jiang Putao sighed and found that it was a message from the Raiders app.

System: Your mission is complete?

Thinking of the task, Jiang Putao finally got up a little bit of energy and poked the phone to reply to the system.

Jiang Putao: Yes, it was finally finished.Mr. System, how much favorability can you increase this time?

After he finished speaking, the other side didn't return.

Jiang Putao waited and was about to put away the phone when a system reply popped up in the dialog box.

System: This mission does not add favorability.

Jiang Putao was stunned for a moment, feeling more and more disappointed in her heart.

Before he could ask, the next message from the system came over again.

System: Feng Yu's existing favorability towards you is all cleared.

Looking at these words, Jiang Putao's heartbeat almost stopped, his heels felt weak, and he felt a sudden emptiness in his heart.

"Why... is this so?" He murmured, and even felt his eyes darken.

The system message jumped out again.

System: Jiang Putao, from now on, the friendship between you and Feng Yu will be 0, and everything will start again.

Jiang Putao's heart was like a roller coaster, rising rapidly and falling rapidly. He read this sentence over and over again, wiped the phone screen with his fingertips, and made sure that the number 0 was not his illusion.

Favorability is 0 points.

Not -57, not -100, not any negative numbers anymore!

He and Feng Yu started over again!

Jiang Putao turned around abruptly, ignoring other things, and ran back as hard as she could.

He was not physically strong, so he ran a few steps, and when he ran back to the door of the small villa, he almost lost his strength.

The door of the small villa was left open, quietly.

Jiang Putao didn't care about thinking, rushed in and saw Feng Yu standing under the tree.

Feng Yu seemed to be looking at the huge canopy above his head, seeing the ginger grapes that had gone and returned, his expression remained the same, his green eyes were deep.

"Ginger grapes..."

Jiang Putao dropped the things in her hands, threw off her schoolbag, rushed over like a small cannonball, and slammed into Feng Yu's arms, her hands hugged Feng Yu tightly, her legs were also wrapped around her, hanging like a koala bear It fell on Feng Yu.

He sprinted suddenly, but Feng Yu seemed to have been prepared, he caught Jiang Putao steadily, stretched out his hand to support him, and let him hang on his body.

Jiang Putao rubbed her cheek against Feng Yu's neck vigorously, calling Feng Yu's name repeatedly.

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

His excitement and happiness were beyond words, and he didn't even care whether his strange reaction would make Feng Yu suspect something.

Feng Yu lowered his eyes, took a step back, and leaned against the tree trunk.

In the evening of late summer, there is no heat in the daytime. The breeze blows through the canopy, rustling. The sound is not noisy, but it makes people feel peaceful.

Feng Yu hugged Ginger Grape and stood under the huge canopy. The shadows shrouded their heads, and the sunlight was blocked by the canopy, driving them out of this small world.

Jiang Putao called Feng Yu's name one after another, so fast that he was a little out of oxygen.

Feng Yu gently patted Shun Jiang Putao's back, without asking him why he left and returned.

They just stood under the tree and hugged each other, not separated for a long time.

Feng Yu looked at the villa door that he opened proactively, and lowered his eyes.

Jiang Putao's soft hair rubbed against the tip of Feng Yu's nose, giving Feng Yu the urge to bury his cheek in it.

Feng Yu's world doesn't need sunshine, understanding, or sunshine.

But maybe... his world needs a grape.

Sweet, soft and sticky.

Jiang Putao didn't remember how long he was nestled in Feng Yu's arms, but he only knew that it was already dark when they parted.

The small villa did not turn on the lights, only the street lamps on the road outside shone in, leaving behind a dense light.

Jiang Putao felt a little embarrassed, she lowered her head, not daring to look at Feng Yu's face.

Feng Yu didn't say anything, but took the initiative to pick up Jiang Putao's schoolbag and bag, helped him carry it, and said:

"Let's go, I'll take you."

Jiang Putao followed Feng Yu out, the two walked side by side, their shadows trailing behind them for a long time, slowly intertwined.

Feng Yu sent Jiang Putao to the bus station all the way, and watched him get on the bus before leaving.

Jiang Putao sat by the window, thinking about Feng Yu all the time, and almost missed the stop at home.

When he got home, it happened that the family was eating. After eating, Jiang Putao finally calmed down a lot.

As soon as he calmed down, some things came to mind.

He thought of what Feng Yi said, he said that Feng Yu had been in a mental hospital for two years.

Feng Yu has been very popular since the first year of high school.

Two years ago, when Jiang Putao first entered high school, there were some rumors about Feng Yu. Jiang Putao never took it seriously. One of them was about Feng Yu's junior high school.

It was rumored that Feng Yu came back from abroad to study the first year of middle school when he was 15 years old. He only studied in the first semester, and skipped directly to the third year in the next semester.

Because of this rumor, everyone said that Feng Yu was a genius, and he was able to get the first prize in half a semester.

Later, as they entered the second and third years of high school, this rumor was gradually not mentioned, and it is still unknown whether it is true or not.

Jiang Putao was pondering, and unconsciously walked to the door of the study.

The study door was not closed, and his brother Jiang Tingyan was busy in the study.

Jiang Tingyan noticed Jiang Putao standing at the door, stopped and asked him:

"Pao, what happened? I'm out of my mind."

Jiang Putao collected herself, as if hesitating, and asked after a long time:

"Brother, do you understand... antisocial personality?"

Jiang Tingyan knew his younger brother very well. When he heard these words, the gentleness on his face disappeared and he became serious.

He said to Jiang Putao in a very serious tone:

"Pao, if you encounter an antisocial personality in your life, remember to stay away. The farther away the better, you know?"

The author has something to say: Jiang Putao: Six-pack is just right, eight-pack... I hate it.

Feng Yu: Are you sure?

Ginger Grape: ...It smells so good!

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