Uncle, let me give you a hug

Will I regret it?Ji Huai was confused for a moment, and after asking this sentence, he himself didn't have an answer.

When Ji Huai recovered from his daze, Jiang Zimo ate most of the fruit on the plate.Jiang Zimo slowly wiped the corners of his mouth with a paper towel, glanced at him and said, "I don't want to eat anymore."

"...I won't eat it." Ji Huai said.

Jiang Zimo stood up holding his cane, Ji Huai hurriedly moved his eyes away, afraid of seeing something he shouldn't see.But just as he lowered his head, he saw a long, slender, straight leg approaching him.

His heart skipped a beat and he couldn't help but hold his breath.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw those legs stopped a step away from him. Before he could feel his breath fluttering, a black stick stretched out and poked his chin, slowly pulling his lowered head lifted up.

"Ji Xiaohuai, don't lower your head when looking at me from now on."

Then I can't help but look at your legs!Ji Huai shouted weakly in his heart.

The end of the pitch-black cane was attached to the young boy's newly developed throat, and the bones protruded from under the thin white skin, which was inexplicably youthful and sexy.Jiang Zimo narrowed his eyes, staring at the boy's Adam's apple that was trembling from nervousness.

"En." Ji Huai moved his Adam's apple and nodded.

Jiang Zimo stared at it for a while, then suddenly said: "If the Hua family bullies you again in the future, uncle will support you."

Ji Huai looked at Jiang Zimo in surprise, completely disbelieving that Jiang Zimo said this.That frightening lunatic, do you want to support him? !

"Did you hear that?" The cane slowly moved to the crest of the neck, and Jiang Zimo poked again uncontrollably.

"Listen... hiss..." Jiang Zimo poked for fun, but Ji Huai felt uncomfortable and wanted to slap the cane away, but he didn't dare to do it.

"Does it hurt?" Jiang Zimo moved the cane away, but did not move an inch, and poked it twice on the shoulder.

Uncle, what are you doing!

Ji Huai slandered in his heart, but dared not say it out of his mouth.Jiang Zimo asked him to look at him and talk, but he didn't dare to meet Jiang Zimo's eyes, so he moved down—his eyes were stuck.

Ji Huai has a small secret, which is not too big or small. In his last life, he kept this in his heart. At least no one knew about his little hobby.

Ever since he knew he liked men, he loved looking at boys' legs, especially long legs, just like Uncle Mo.All the restlessness and shame of his youth was spent on the long and straight legs of some male models.

Except for Xia Yi, Xia Yi's legs are not as good as Uncle Mo's.This was the first time he saw a pair of legs that matched all his hobbies, slender, straight and yet powerful.If he could touch it with his hands... He scratched the palm of his hand, and an indescribable itch and impulse burned from his heart to the palm of his hand.

Jiang Zimo looked at the child in front of him with his eyes half down on his lap and didn't move. He lowered his head and looked at his legs, but there was nothing unusual.

He suddenly remembered that the last time Ji Huai stammered and told him about his beautiful legs, he moved his legs and took a look himself, did they look good?In Ji Huai's eyes, it looks good.

Jiang Zimo raised the corners of his mouth, interested.

He put down the cane, walked to the sofa and sat down with the cane, tapped the floor with the cane, "Come and beat my legs."

Jiang Zimo was happy to see the child's eyes widen after hearing his words.It turned out that the kid liked this, and it happened that his legs got into the kid's eyes.

Ji Huai swallowed, still feeling very dry.He wanted to refuse, because if he beat Uncle Mo's leg, he would have to get very close to Uncle Mo, and he didn't have the guts yet.But if he refuses, he won't be able to touch it.

The little gong in his heart was beating loudly, and when Uncle Mo asked him to beat his legs, the sound became louder and louder.

"Not willing?" Jiang Zimo stretched his right leg loosely.

Sure enough, the child shook his head and moved over.

Ji Huai walked to Jiang Zimo's side, squatted down, stretched out his hand and didn't know what to do.

Where should I touch it?

He rubbed his index and middle fingers uncontrollably, a little nervous and a little solemn.If it weren't for the gongs and drums that were too noisy in his heart, he would have thought he heard sacred music.

"Do it." Jiang Zimo moved his legs again.

Ji Huai's throat rolled, and he pressed his hand on Jiang Zimo's thigh.With a thin layer of fabric on it, Ji Huai felt the tightness—thigh?

Jiang Zimo laughed, and inadvertently rubbed his knee against Ji Huai's body, and Ji Huai's face turned red with a "chuckle". "Where are you touching?"

As if the scandal had been broken, he was afraid that Jiang Zimo would know what was going on in his heart, so he clenched his fingers into a fist and only dared to beat carefully on his knee.

"With so little strength, haven't you eaten?"

Ji Huai stepped up his efforts again, but he didn't dare to look or touch randomly anymore!

Jiang Zimo squinted his eyes and enjoyed it, and he was in a good mood.After Ji Huai beat for about ten minutes, he suddenly leaned into Ji Huai's ear and asked with a low smile, "You like to look at my legs."

Ji Huai's ears trembled in shock, and he quickly waved his hands, "No, no, absolutely not!"

"Repeatedly affirming that if I don't have it, I must have it. I'm right, Ji Xiaohuai, huh?" The low voice had a slight rise in the end, as if it had been enchanted with a layer of magic power and penetrated into Ji Huai's ears.

"...No, yes." The redness slowly smudged down from the tip of the ear.

When Jiang Zimo rubbed his legs against him again, Ji Huai stood up abruptly, not daring to look at Jiang Zimo, but stammered, "I want to go back. Uncle Mo , you...I don't, I like..."

After he finished speaking, he ran out the door and ran into Lu Qi head-on. Lu Qi took a step back when he hit him. Ji Huai lowered his head and quickly apologized: "Brother Lu, I'm sorry, I was careless."

"Hey, it's okay." Lu Qi waved his hand.

"I'm sorry." Ji Huai said again, then turned around and hurried out.

"This is... what's wrong?" Lu Qi asked Jiang Zimo rubbing his painful shoulder.

Jiang Zimo's face darkened, "What did he call you? Brother Lu? He called me uncle, why did he call you brother? You are one year older than me!"

There will be a new chapter tomorrow, thank you for your support o(*￣3￣)o