Jing Yuanzhou looked down at Lin Yan: "Okay, how do you want to use it?"
Lin Yan didn't speak for a while, and his eyes wandered on Jing Yuanzhou's body.
It first landed on the slender bridge of the nose, and then fell little by little.
Swipe across the clear outline of the face, then through the sexy Adam's apple, slowly falling over the collarbone, and then down, the man's tall and slender figure is covered by the dangling clothes.
He moved to the side quietly, and his attention finally fell on the hands exposed at the cuffs.
The ten fingers are slender and the joints are vaguely distinct, with a unique sensibility.
It is these hands that operate the hero on the field, and once created a peak that no one can match.
The color in Lin Yan's eyes swayed slightly, and at the same time an emotion flashed through his heart, his throat rolled vaguely.
Jing Yuanzhou noticed Lin Yan's gaze and smiled softly: "This is, did you see my hands?"
Lin Yan glanced at him: "Can it be used?"
"Of course." Jing Yuanzhou held back the smile in his eyes, and asked the same sentence, "How are you going to use it?"
Such words sounded a bit too ambiguous, Lin Yan coughed lowly, and instead asked, "How else can it be used?"
Jing Yuanzhou gently rubbed the coffee cup with his fingertips: "Then it mainly depends on where Coach Lin wants to use it."
Lin Yan fixedly looked down at Jing Yuanzhou, and after a long while he gave a plausible low laugh: "Really so cooperative? If I say I want you to help me solve it... Titans are so precious, are they really willing to condescend to accept it? "
In such an ambiguous atmosphere, Jing Yuanzhou could not help but want to tease Lin Yan.
It's just that I didn't expect that, not only did it not amuse anyone, but I was stunned by such a question.
help solve...
An overly vague sentence.
So, can this be understood as subconsciously, this man does not mind physical contact between the same sex
Lin Yan originally only blurted out when the atmosphere was over. Seeing Jing Yuanzhou stunned, he realized what an overly violent interpretation of his words.
Inexplicably, he felt that the roots of his ears were faintly burning. After rubbing a handful of hair, he fished out the piggy bank and took out a dime coin.
After throwing it to Jing Yuanzhou, without waiting for a response, he turned over on the bed and buried his entire face between the pillows.
A muffled voice came vaguely: "Okay, my whole body is sore after sitting all night. The neck, shoulders, back, and waist all need to be solved urgently. Just take the service fee and do things quickly."
When Jing Yuanzhou looked down, he only saw a slender figure on the bed that was motionless.
Lin Yan was completely buried between the bedding, and he couldn't see the expression on his face, but he didn't know if it was because of the light.
The look in Jing Yuanzhou's eyes also flickered vaguely: "Good boss."
Lin Yan lay on the bed and waited for a while before feeling the man's hands gently pinching his neck.
There was a faint hint of coolness on Jing Yuanzhou's fingertips, but the moment he touched his skin, it seemed like a scorching fire was burning.
Inch by inch, with the blood flowing all over the body.
The massage posture is restrained and ambiguous.
No one spoke for a while, and in a silent environment, every movement seemed to be infinitely expanded into slow-motion playback.
Lin Yan could feel that as the exhaustion on his body dissipated, at the same time there was another strange feeling in the cage.
Jing Yuanzhou pressed it very seriously, and his downcast eyes stayed on the person in front of him.
Knead down carefully, apply a little force to a specific place, and ask in a low voice, "Does it hurt?"
Too delicate and too soft.
So much so that if he didn't know the identity of this person, Lin Yan would really think in a trance that he had entered a massage parlor and ordered such a top card.
Obviously nothing was done, but it was really provocative.
He originally wanted to take the opportunity to relax, but before he knew it, his whole body tightened slightly under this kind of manipulation.
Lin Yan couldn't help but cursed in his heart, suddenly regretting his choice.
Sure enough, the color makes the wisdom faint!
Well, what is he doing to provoke a man like Jing Yuanzhou? It's better now, the service is very serious, but he, the boss who enjoys the service, is the first to feel a little unbearable.
I really can't stand it.
Lin Yan's entire face was buried in the pillow, and the hands hanging down on both sides could not help but slightly tighten the sheets under him.
A wave of warmth that he had never experienced before surged up, and a thin layer of sweat oozes from his forehead.
It's not that Jing Yuanzhou's technique is not good enough, but it's just that this technique is really good.
So good... He actually had some unexpected reactions!
The touch behind him shifted from the neck to the shoulders little by little, and then fell inch by inch along the back.
Just when he was on the sensitive part of his waist, Jing Yuanzhou suddenly exerted a little force without warning.
Lin Yan was already rubbed by the heat that gradually appeared in his body. He lost his mind for a while, and couldn't help but groaned lowly.
Such a voice fell into the silence, and Jing Yuanzhou's massage movements stopped slightly.
There was a strange silence all around.
Without waiting for Jing Yuanzhou to say anything, Lin Yan pushed away the hands that were resting on him, rolled over and got out of bed and rushed into the bathroom without looking back.
Before closing the door, a low, hoarse voice came from afar: "I'll take a shower first, and then I'll go back to work."
After a while, the faint sound of water could be heard.
During the whole process like this, Jing Yuanzhou still kept his posture on the edge of the bed and did not move.
His gaze was fixed on the closed door, and after a long while, he suddenly buried his entire face in his palm, lowered his head and chuckled in an unintelligible way.
At this time, there seems to be a warm touch on the fingertips.
If Lin Yan had looked back just now, he would have seen this self-proclaimed indifferent and arrogant man with a suspicious blush that didn't fit his image occupying the entire neck, which could not be dissipated for a long time.
In such a massage session, Jing Yuanzhou was far less calm and indifferent than it seemed.
It was precisely because a certain fire in his body was vaguely ignited that he never made a sound, for fear that he would accidentally start a prairie prairie and become out of control.
At this time, the sound of water in the shower gradually splashed a piece of wetness somewhere in my heart.
After that chuckle, the curvature of the corner of Jing Yuanzhou's mouth became more and more uncontrollable.
Although Lin Yan was always silent just now, from his point of view, how could he not find the subtle changes in that body.
So, at least in terms of sexual orientation, they are the same.
What other discovery could be found that could be more pleasing than this
The next day's daily live broadcast time, Titans started again.
Fans don't know what a good day this day is, and they waited in the live broadcast room early after receiving the warm-up for the broadcast in advance.
At three o'clock in the afternoon, Jing Yuanzhou landed on the platform on time.
While still sorting out the equipment, the barrage has already been swiped.
[Ah, the Titans finally waited for you, and wanted to kill me! 】
[What is the content of the live broadcast today, is it still playing the glory match? 】
[Glory is good, single row or double row? As for the coach, call Coach Lin together! 】
[bang bang bang, kowtow and beg Coach Lin to show his face. 】
[Wow, do you still have a double row, a row, a row? 】
Almost every two or three sentences mentions Lin Yan.
When Jing Yuanzhou saw the content on the barrage, he couldn't help but smile, turned his head to look at someone who was on the sofa making up his sleep: "Coach Lin, the fans said they want to see you."
Lin Yan yawned before raising his eyelids lazily, with a puzzled look on his face: "Isn't it your live broadcast, why do you want to see me?"
Jing Yuanzhou turned sideways: "If you don't believe me, see for yourself, I really didn't lie to you."
Lin Yan was too lazy to open the live broadcast room, so he walked to Jing Yuanzhou's computer and glanced at it.
Such a face fell into the live broadcast room through the camera lens, and the two were suddenly in the same frame, causing a barrage of screams.
Jing Yuanzhou made a slight force under his feet, and pulled the gaming chair a little, making room for Lin Yan.
Lin Yan glanced at the content on the barrage and laughed, and replied, "I won't play double row today. I was too tired last night, and I need to rest."
After finally grasping the opportunity to interact like this, the barrage started frantically.
[Is it really not a double row? Do you want to think about it again? 】
[I want to see the coach play in the jungle, and I want to see the coach lead the Titans to score. 】
[Wow, did something terrible happen last night? 】
【In the big night, so exciting? 】
[Just now, my mother asked me why my color suddenly changed. 】
[Tossing with who, how to toss, to what extent, ah, one person's blood to ask for details! 】
[One person's blood book for details +2]
[One person's blood book for details +3]
…
[One person's blood book for details + ID number]
Seeing that the bullet screen was directly swiped, Lin Yan could only continue to answer: "Who toss with? Do you need to ask? Of course it's with the Titans."
The barrage was instantly covered with a piece of "Aah".
[Is the GH team so open, the coach and captain took the lead and made it so late? ! 】
[Just say that the two of you have an unusual relationship! Does this count as the Lord's own admission? 】
[Talk for a while, chat for a while, and talk more about life ideals when you can chat. 】
[What's the whole thing inside GH? 】
[The front sunspot gets out! 】
[Stop tossing, double row, please. 】
[What are you doing, we just want to know what you are doing! 】
[Tossing and engaging in the big night, is it so exciting! ! ! 】
"..." Lin Yan is also very impressed with the ability to associate with netizens this year. "What are you thinking about? Of course we are doing videos together."
【! ! ! Did you make a video? Play like this? ! 】
[Ah, ah, it's okay to make a video together! 】
[Ming people don't speak secretly, want to see. 】
[Sun Oh, the out-of-print collection CD of parental love? It has an inner taste! 】
[Your relationship is already like this, do you really not consider being teammates? 】
Lin Yan: "..."
It was the early morning yesterday, he was already very sleepy, and he didn't want to speak at all for a moment.
After a moment of silence, he looked at Jing Yuanzhou expressionlessly.
Jing Yuanzhou was still controlling the curvature of the corners of his mouth, but after glancing at him like this, he couldn't help but laugh out loud.
However, he still stood up fairly and helped clarify: "Okay, what you Coach Lin said is the review video."
There is only one piece of content left in the barrage: [Oh... ]
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