The full-fire Qiao Feng was too terrible. The blue shirt ran back and forth like a firefighter. She felt that there was only one word that could describe her current state: exhausted.
Finally, she ran exhausted, threw the racket, leaned on her knees and said, "I can't do it!"
Qiao Feng came over leisurely and asked her blankly, "Am I a pure man or a lady?"
The blue shirt panted, and gave him a thumbs up, "You are the lord... the lord..."
"You don't need to be so humble," Qiao Feng said, picking up her racket, "Go, do some relaxation exercises."
The blue shirt is now tired as a dog, and he doesn't want to move, so he squatted on the ground to cheat, "I don't, I'm going to be exhausted, it's all because of you."
Qiao Feng forcibly pulled her up and led her to walk twice outside the field, like walking a monkey. Seeing her lazy look, he was a little funny, but not angry at all. He pulled her wrist and gently helped her pat the muscles on her arms. If the exercises are too strong today, if you don't relax the muscles seriously, you will probably get sore tomorrow.
Lanshan was happy to enjoy his service, let alone, quite comfortable.
After slapped his arm, Qiao Feng said, "Pat the calf yourself."
"I do not."
He had to squat down to help her. Speaking of which, he was the culprit who made her so exhausted, so he should do something for her now. He should have worked hard.
Qiao Feng grasped the blue shirt's ankle and lifted it slightly so that the muscles on her calf would not be tight. He gently patted her calf with the palm of his hand.
The blue shirt has beautiful legs. He was originally tall and well proportioned, his legs were straight, the flesh on his thighs and calves were very well-proportioned, and he had very little hair on his legs. Such beautiful legs are enough for walking on the runway. So when she wears a short skirt or shorts walking on the street, even if she only looks at her back, she can have a lot of turning heads.
What Qiao Feng could see were white and slender legs like mutton jade carvings, as well as smooth and well-proportioned curves. He held slender and fragile ankles, and touched smooth and elastic skin in his palms. When he moved his eyes slightly upward, he would be able to Seeing the round and delicate knees as lovely as a white porcelain bowl, move it up again... I can't move it up!
He felt that he was really brain-dead, how could he touch a woman's calf.
No matter how abstinent and restrained he is, he is a man with a normal sexual orientation. Suddenly touching the beautiful calf and ankle of the opposite sex, my heartbeat will inevitably increase. Qiao Feng's heart shook for a moment, and then he realized what he was thinking. He felt ashamed and threw away her calf abruptly.
The blue shirt was still enjoying the service of the humanoid massager, but was suddenly thrown away. She was unguarded and almost fell. She took a step back, wonderingly, "What's the matter?"
"Do it yourself, no dinner is allowed for less than two hundred times."
… It’s this threat again, face!
Regardless of the blue shirt's reaction, Qiao Feng stood up, turned his back to her, and began to stretch his body and relax his muscles.
After doing this, Lanshan wanted to eat a cold drink, but Qiao Fengyi sternly refused, and he promised to go back and make tea for her.
Walking home all the way, the sweat of the two of them faded when the breeze was blowing in the evening. Lanshan followed Qiao Feng to his home, and when she saw Qiao Feng go to the study to pick up tea sets, she followed him to the study.
Said she has not visited his house, she only knows that this person lives in a three-bedroom house of more than 100 square meters, and occasionally complains that the space is not enough. Her one-bedroom is directly compared to a refugee.
Qiao Feng's study is very simple, but Lanshan still looks dizzy-four-dimensional stands on the wall with bookshelves full of books, which looks terrible. She picked up a copy and didn't understand; put it back and took another one, but still didn't understand. She stopped smoking and stood in front of the bookshelf to read the girdle of the books. In fact, she couldn’t understand many of them just by reading the title of the book...
Lan Shan felt that she was so small, she was so inferior, and she took the initiative to withdraw from the study before Qiao Feng moved out the tea set.
She stood at the entrance of the study, pointed to another room besides the master bedroom, and asked Qiao Feng, "One is a bedroom, the other is a study, what is the third?"
The function of the third room is comprehensive, and Qiao Feng directly led her to look at it.
This room is divided into two parts, one part is Schrödinger's territory, which contains small pavilions, slides, hollow air corridors, and some toys. The other part can be used for fitness. There is a clean blanket on the floor, a fitness chair in the corner, dumbbells on the shelf, and 64-style Tai Chi diagrams on the wall.
Lanshan's impression of Qiao Feng has changed again, "I always thought you were just a little melon, but I didn't expect it to be a type of'thin in clothes, fleshy in undress', tusk."
Qiao Feng looked at her faintly, "Did you peek at me undressing?"
"Ahem, no..." Sometimes the blue shirt can't connect with the brain circuit of this little genius. She touched the dumbbell and said, "Your arm strength is quite good. It seems that you often lift this stuff."
Qiao Feng was a little proud, "I still have abdominal muscles."
Lanshan raised his eyebrows, pretending to be surprised, "Really?!"
Qiao Feng immediately warned, "But I can't show it to you."
…Who is so rare!
After visiting this room, Lanshan and Qiao Feng returned to the living room. When they left, she took the sleeping Schrodinger out and took them away. Schrodinger rolled his eyes with anger.
Qiao Feng's so-called tea making is actually a tea ceremony, all kinds of exquisite, blue shirt looks bored, holding Schrodinger to the French window to play. There is also a carpet in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, the same as the one in the center of the living room. The blue shirt shook off the slippers and stepped on it in socks. It was very soft and comfortable-she wanted to do it a long time ago.
She sat on the carpet, felt the fine lines of the carpet, and asked Qiao Feng, "Qiao Feng Qiaofeng, where did you buy this carpet? It looks pretty good. I will buy one when I look back."
"World Expo."
"...Where?"
"The Iranian Pavilion at the 2010 Shanghai World Expo."
Lanshan shut up silently and didn't ask any more. Persian carpets are world-famous, and Iranian carpets are the best Persian carpets. The price must be an unbearable weight in her life. If you ask, you can't ask.
She lay down slowly, let out a long sigh of relief after lying flat, and then exclaimed cheerfully, "Ah, I feel like I am lying on the RMB!"
Schrödinger took the opportunity to jump out of her clutches, vowing not to be in the company of this tease.
The blue shirt rolled on the carpet and it felt great, so she rolled again, rolled again, rolled and rolled...
Schrödinger squatted on the couch beside him, looking at her like a silly X.
Qiao Feng inadvertently raised his head, just in time to see the blue shirt rolling on the carpet, while he was rolling, he said something, "I am a drum washing machine!"
At this time, the sun was westward, and the red sunlight came in from the clear floor-to-ceiling glass, and sprinkled on her body, forming bright and dark light and shadow. The setting sun shines with warmth. Her exquisite body was bathed in this afterglow, as if it had been coated with a soft and sacred halo. The two long legs are either spread on the carpet, kicking around randomly, or turning with the body, making people dazzling and dizzying. Qiao Feng accidentally thought of the evil but wonderful touch under his palm this afternoon. He was a little dazed, lowered his head and stopped looking at her.
He didn't look at him, but he still left a trace of saneness on her. He couldn't help but smile when he heard her smirk and Schrödinger's angry meow warning.
After a long time, Qiao Feng recalled their road of love, always feeling magical. Their love has never been vigorous, nor is love and hate intertwined with life and death. It seems that from the beginning, they have entered a plain and plain mode, although the water is long and flowing, but full of warmth; not fierce, but meaningful enough.
This kind of love may not be the most dazzling, but for him and her, it is the best.