The Seven Sick Girls Can't Ask For Me

Lu Qingbandit actually doesn't like soup, he prefers meat, fresh meat with blood on it.His stomach is small and can only hold very little.He wants to eat the freshest and best food to maintain his fresh and beautiful appearance that he is proud of.

The light porridge soup with only a few vegetable leaves was obviously not to Lu Qingbandi's appetite. He absently held the white porcelain spoon, and secretly looked at the hands of the noodle man. Those hands carved like white stone naturally held the chopsticks. The half-covered fingers seemed to be thinner than chopsticks.

Lu Qingban glanced at the hand, licked his lips, and took a slow sip of the soup with his head down.Glanced again, then went on to drink half a spoonful.He looked at the rice under his hands, and felt that the rice porridge in his mouth seemed to have a taste of Fu Yige.

What would it feel like to eat Fu Yige's hand in his mouth?

Those hands are so white, and the skin almost glows under the light. When you eat it, it must be as smooth and greasy as cod fillets. It is fresh and tender when you stick it to the tip of your tongue, and you can feel the tenderness on the white skin. Fine lines, but it will not melt in the mouth without chewiness. The meat inside is a little bit tough due to years of use. Slowly suck and bite with the back teeth, you can taste a strong bloody smell The fresh fragrance comes.

The taste of the meat must be bland, just like his master's indifferent personality, the muscles and muscles may still carry the scent of ink that has been accumulated over the years of painting. , the rich bloody smell spreads in the mouth accompanied by the light taste that belongs to Fu Yige, and you will be drunk after just one sip.

If he eats such a pair of beautiful hands, won't he also become more beautiful?

Thinking like this, Lu Qingbandit chewed the vegetables in the rice porridge dully, but saw those extremely beautiful hands coming towards him, getting closer and closer to him.He froze for a moment, the hand stopped just a palm away from him, and a piece of white fish fell into his bowl, and Fu Yige's gentle voice sounded from the opposite side.

"Qing bandits, don't just drink porridge, but also eat more fish to nourish your body."

Lu Qing bandit raised his head and saw Fu Yige's concerned face, nodded and thanked him.But he only lazily stretched out his chopsticks a few times before slowly drinking the soup. He didn't have much appetite in the first place, and he only had to eat a few mouthfuls of the food that Fu Yige picked up for him with his good-looking hands. .

He was sitting across from him with his back straight, his face still indifferent, his soft black hair sticking softly to his forehead.The lips are pursed lightly, but the cheeks are bulging.Lu Qinggui put his own chopsticks aside neatly, and Fu Yige put some in his bowl, and he ate a little obediently, just using a spoon like a child, eating slowly and carefully.The steam rising from the porridge blurred his face, his long eyelashes drooped down to stare intently at the food in the bowl, and he only secretly glanced at the table from time to time.It looks really cute.

For a moment, Fu Yige had the feeling that he was feeding some kind of small animal, and his heart felt a little inexplicably itchy.

Time can't stop, I just want to stuff all the good things into that person's bowl.

The bandits really should eat more, Fu Yige thought, he was a little too thin.No matter how tall he was, his waist was a bit too thin. He remembered that night in the room of Chu Zhai, the man came to him in a nightgown, his waist was thinly outlined by the belt, and he looked like he was only wearing a waistband. It's as if you can grab it with one hand.Although wearing clothes for such a body shape can show your figure, it is a bit unhealthy after all.

The dishes on the table were finished, just at this time the waiter brought up another plate of steamed shrimp, after thanking him, the waiter closed the door of the box and went out.Fu Yige rolled up his sleeves and started peeling the shrimp.

Lu Qingbandit slowly ate all the food in the bowl, put down the spoon, and still did not move the chopsticks.Watching him peeling the shrimp with a face as cold as snow on a cold mountain, his lips are tightly pursed, but his eyes move up and down with the movements of his hands.

Seeing his appearance, Fu Yige couldn't help but chuckled, and even the gloom of the past few days dissipated, and he just felt that his appearance like a chick waiting to be fed was really cute.

As soon as he was distracted, the shrimp that was being peeled in his hand trembled, and the sharp shrimp skin accidentally cut his finger, and a trace of blood smeared faintly on the fingertips, just like a piece of spotless white jade showing a spot from the outside to the inside. The color of blood came, as if it was going to dye that piece of white jade into a blood jade.

"teacher!"

Before Fu Yige could react, Lu Qingbandit stood up abruptly.The table is not very big, that's why Fu Yige didn't spend much effort when serving the dishes just now.At this time, Lu Qing bandit stood up, leaned forward slightly, and without thinking, he held Fu Yige's bleeding finger.

The originally painful fingertips were suddenly sucked into a warm, soft and hot place. The wound was gently licked by a softer and hotter object, and the blood was licked away. The injured skin became more sensitive due to the pain, and he could almost feel it. He felt something slowly flicking and sucking his fingers.

Lu Qing bandit leaned down, his eyelashes trembling, and seriously sucked the blood off Fu Yige's fingertips.You can feel the man's wet and warm breath slapping the back of his hand in a hurry.He felt the tiny hairs on the back of his hands stand up in the breath, trembling and urging him to get closer to the source of the breath.

Lu Qingban closed his eyes slightly, turned his face slightly, and licked his wound obsessively.Fu Yige's hands still had the soup left over from the freshly peeled shrimp, which was a bit salty but delicious.The smell of blood mixed with the smell of shrimp spread in his mouth, the skin of Fu Yige's fingers was as slippery as he imagined, and compared with the temperature in his mouth, his hands were a bit cooler.He deliberately bit the round nails, and the fingers immediately trembled in his mouth. He felt as if he was holding a cool mint candy, which was cool and moist, with the unique taste of Fu Yige.Taking a closer look, it seems that there is indeed a faint fragrance of ink.

He licked and sucked the shallow wound again and again, trying to force more blood out of it.He even wanted to use his teeth to tear open the wound, to devour and bite off the flesh and blood on the surface, to swallow it into the stomach, not even the belt and bone left.

The rest of Fu Yige's fingers landed vaguely in front of Lu Qing bandit, curled up and put them away, not knowing where they should land.Consciousness is desperately guarding and wants to stay away, but the body wants to get closer against its will.Lu Qingpu's eyelashes flickered, and he glanced up at him from the bottom up, his face was still cold, his eyes were watery, a little timid, but there was a secretly unrepressible warmth inside.The scorching fire inside his body finally broke through the frozen shell, leaking a trace from his eyes.For a moment, Fu Yige felt as if he had been bewitched, and stretched out his fingers to touch the trembling tear mole under Lu Qinggui's eyes.

Lu Qinggui leaned forward even more, and he pushed away the dishes on the table.Fu Yige quickly used his hands to protect the plate that was about to fall, and then leaned slightly.

Fu Yige suddenly took a deep breath, and suddenly let go of the hand holding the plate, and the plate fell from the table, breaking into pieces.

Lu Qingban's tender throat suddenly engulfed his fingers, and this time he almost swallowed his fingers to the root.The young man's brows were slightly frowned, and the mist in his eyes finally fell, moistening his eyelashes.

Enduring the foreign body sensation that almost reached into his stomach, Lu Qingban stretched out his tender red tongue, and gently licked Fu Yige's palm along the base of his fingers.

Big drops of tears slid down his face and hit Fu Yige's hands, like a whole piece of ice melted into water.

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