Spear Teacher

"No, big brother, you..."

Jiang Qiyu sat up suddenly from the bed.

Looking at the man in horror, he looked at the man who was wearing...

No.

Looking at the man who was not wearing anything, with only a pure white bath towel wrapped around his waist.

Because he was too shocked, the little language he mastered accidentally came out:

"What do you want to beat?"

"Huh?"

Qi Yu turned his head and looked at her. His hair, which had not been dried after the bath, was still dripping with water, and a strand of wet hair inadvertently fell in front of his eyelashes.

Seemingly not aware of what she was surprised about, his tone was so calm that it seemed as if the person standing here with only a bath towel was not himself:

"What's wrong?"

The man's confused expression, on the contrary, added a bit of rationality to his image at this time.

"..."

In a trance, Jiang Qiyu even began to reflect on whether he had overreacted and made a fuss.

But it was not until he accidentally caught a glimpse of the man's ear tips that were visibly dyed crimson that he narrowed his eyes in understanding.

"Nothing, I just want to ask you..."

She leaned back on the pillows stacked at the head of the bed, raised her eyebrows and looked him up and down, with an attitude of ease and experience:

"You are wearing so much in such a hot day, are you worried about something?"

"..."

Qi Yu's expression froze when he heard this, and his eyes lightly swept over her long-sleeved and long-pants home clothes.

Seeing her slender ankles exposed to the air, her white collarbone half-covered at the neckline, and her half-dry and wet hair hanging on her side with moisture...

The Adam's apple slid up and down uncontrollably.

The man's face was calm, and his long fingers rested under his well-defined abdominal muscles at an extremely slow speed.

The tone was tinged with a hint of ambiguous hoarseness:

"Then should I wear less?"

While speaking, the slender fingertips seemed to be about to explore the edge of the bath towel that was simply tucked up to cover the body.

"..."

The person on the bed seemed to be in a casual posture, but in fact he was very nervous.

But adhering to the principle of not trying to save face, Jiang Qiyu still nodded calmly:

"That's fine..."

The sight slid back and forth uncontrollably on the man's well-proportioned and solid muscles.

It can be seen that he often exercises, with a straight and upright figure, broad shoulders and narrow waist, smooth muscle curves in his arms, covered with blue veins that make people's blood boil, a slightly bulging chest but not too strong, and just the right abdominal muscle lines that are smooth and clear.

His skin is very white, so white that she can see a small mole on the side of his waist clearly.

It's hard to imagine that this is a suicidal enthusiast who participates in outdoor extreme sports all year round.

At this time, the finger that can firmly hold the rope on the cliff and easily open the parachute at an altitude of 10,000 meters.

is slowly reaching into the only cover of this body with an indescribable and seductive posture...

"..."

Jiang Qiyu swallowed his saliva in a cowardly manner.

Just as she was waiting for the finger to go further, she saw the man suddenly stop moving.

"?"

She looked up and met a pair of moist eyes with watery light.

"......"

Qi·Yu, the heroine of the fishing post, withdrew his hand and looked at her face full of expectation.

He slightly curled his lips, smiled with a bit of mischief, and shook his head slowly:

"You wish."

After saying that, he turned around immediately.

He slowly took out a set of home clothes from the closet that he didn't know when he put it in, which was the same color as the one she was wearing.

He glanced at the stunned woman on the bed again.

He left the room directly.

"No..."

After he left, Jiang Qiyu, who was inexplicably seduced and inexplicably ridiculed, frowned slightly:

"What's wrong with this kid?"

——

Soon, a man in long-sleeved and long-pants home clothes came back in, holding a hair dryer in his hand that he didn't know where he came from.

As if the scene just now had not happened, he first patiently blew her wet hair dry.

Then he went into the bathroom to blow his own.

When everything was over, Qi Yu stood by the bed.

He looked at the woman who was sitting on the bed, sitting with her legs crossed and playing with her phone, without saying a word.

"......"

But the meaning he wanted to express was very clear.

Jiang Qiyu was also thick-skinned. Seeing this, he immediately put down his phone and waved his hand directly——

He patted the empty space beside him and said boldly:

"Come here."

"......"

Qi Yu's mouth twitched.

Why did he suddenly have the illusion that he was favored by someone?

He shook his head to get rid of the absurd thought, and got on the bed honestly.He lay flat beside her in a somewhat reserved manner, with his hands folded in front of his abdomen. His tone was a mixture of nervousness and expectation, and there seemed to be a hint of shyness when he listened carefully:

"......Come on."

Jiang Qiyu half sat beside him and looked at the man's sleeping posture:

"Your posture...is more peaceful than when I was dead for three days."

"......"

Qi Yu's originally somewhat unnatural expression suddenly froze.

He narrowed his eyes and looked at her slightly playful expression, gritted his teeth.

He raised his hand and took the woman with an extra mouth into his arms.

"Hey (↗)"

Jiang Qiyu was attacked again when she was not prepared.

She was not annoyed, but just moved her head in this posture and found a comfortable position in the man's arms.

Then she struggled to get out a hand and placed it on his muscular shoulder.

Slowly lifted up——

Gently dropped——

"......"

Qi Yu was silent for a moment, and after realizing what she was doing, he curved his eyebrows and laughed:

"What do you mean?"

"?"

Jiang Qiyu patted him gently, and answered impatiently:

"Didn't you ask me to coax you to sleep at night?"

Yes.

Qi Yu is a capitalist, and he will not suffer any loss.

He used her "two-cup designated driver" that slipped and mistakenly exchanged for a blushing and heart-pounding long kiss.

He also extorted another benefit.

Feeling the soft and boneless little hand patting slowly and warmly on his body, Qi Yu couldn't help but raise the corners of his lips.

"......"

Although he said he would sleep with him.

But being patted gently by her like coaxing a child, it felt pretty good.

He didn't say anything, and the arm lying across her slender waist slowly rose up, and the big palm gently pressed against her back.

Then, he imitated her movements and patted gently and regularly.

Originally, this should have been a very warm and loving scene.

But there is always a gap between ideal and reality.

The difference between Qi Yu's three punches to kill the wild boar and the soft strength of a woman is too big.

Every time he patted, Jiang Qiyu's whole body shook.

It didn't hurt, but there was always someone beating you from behind, which really made it hard to sleep.

"......"

Good boy, I said how could I coax you to sleep, but you wanted to take the opportunity to slap me?

Jiang Qiyu endured three times, and her heart gradually became irritable, and the movements of her hands became heavier.

Qi Yu just thought she was playing with him because she couldn't sleep, so he also imitated her movements and slowly increased his strength.

"Pa"

"Pa"

"Pa"

"Pa"

......

In this way, the two of them patted each other for half a point.

Qi Yu felt happy.

I just felt that the air around me was extremely sweet.

Jiang Qiyu gritted her teeth.

Sheng took the slap from his back, then raised his arms and slapped him with all his strength.

ps: (I found that I only copied half of this chapter after I sent it out, and added the rest to the treasures.)