Wei Qing also has a very bad habit. He will always get close to his relatives, either rubbing his chin against his mouth, or rubbing his chin against his nose, as if deliberately making him tremble with itch.
The slightly cool fingertips moved up, hesitated for a while, and still stopped between the sexy lips.
The boy caressed his soft thin lips, thinking a little unhappy, everyone said that thin lips are so fickle, but why is Wei Qing so stubborn? After so many years, I still can't forget Shen Shimin, who is still infatuated with the two pots of phalaenopsis given by others all day long, not to mention fickle, it's terrible! well!
Just as he was groping unscrupulously, the man's body suddenly moved. Yan Chuyang was startled, and hurriedly withdrew his hand.
"What are you doing?" Wei Qing suddenly opened his eyes, grabbed the boy's wrist that was trying to escape, and deliberately lowered his voice, "Why are you touching me?"
Hearing the man's gloomy tone, Yan Chuyang's heart trembled, and suddenly he thought of the unlucky guy whose fingers were broken because he touched Wei Qing.
He seemed to touch him just now... .
Yan Chuyang swallowed, and muttered in a trembling voice
"Are you going to... break my finger?"
Would he want to snap his fingers in disgust the same way he snapped that man's
The air froze for a moment.
"Oh." After a long silence, Wei Qing laughed out loud, raised his hand and touched the boy's forehead and said, "You won't break your brain if you drop your arm?"
"I didn't break it." Yan Chuyang shook his head and let go of his hand, his eyelids drooping and he was listless.
"Idiot." Wei Qing cursed, then bent down suddenly, pecked the boy's lips, and said softly against his forehead, "Don't break it, not only don't break it, but also give birth to it." After finishing speaking, the man She grabbed his wrist, kissed the boy's fingertips and said, "What happened today was my fault, and I apologize to you."
Yan Chuyang's nose was sour, and he stared at his wet eyes and said in a muffled voice, "Actually, I don't need to apologize, I understand, my arms are not as good as those two potted flowers."
"Why not?" Wei Qing's eyes darkened, and he kissed the boy's palm, "I will kiss your hand, have you ever seen me kiss those two potted flowers?"
"Tch---" Yan Chuyang snorted coldly, "I've never kissed a flower, but I never miss watering and fertilizing people every day!"
Wei Qing laughed, lowered his head and suddenly licked the boy's fingertips and said in a low voice, "I'll water you too."
Yan Chuyang's face turned red, and he pushed his shoulder away suddenly, retracted his burning hands into the quilt, blushed and said thickly, "Don't try to use this trick to make me forgive you! My arm was broken by you!"
After speaking, the boy pulled the quilt to cover his face.
How ridiculous! Delusion to cover up his crimes with beauty tricks? !
Unforgivable, Yan Chuyang touched his thumping heart, tried to calm his breath, and kept emphasizing in his heart, unforgivable! Unforgivable!
"Yan Chuyang?"
The man's slightly cool big hand got into the quilt to touch his shoulder, Yan Chuyang stiffened, and growled: "Get up! You broke my arm, don't you know that I have to practice drawing these few days? !you do this delibrately!"