The quality trainer of the elf world

Before the excellent broken bag could react, it received more than ten heavy blows to its weak point and fell straight down.

Then, Feng Mian also landed next to the gangster without an elf. With a sudden sweep of his feet, he kicked the young man over, and then hit his head with a whip kick, knocking him unconscious.

Now Feng Mian's physical fitness is not as good as that of ordinary people, but it is not too different, so there is still no problem in the case of a surprise attack.

After walking out of the alley 10 minutes later, everyone and the elf clapped their hands with satisfaction.

Anyone would be happy to have an extra 2 yuan in their pocket for no reason.

"Let's go to the restaurant and eat sushi today." Feng Mian waved his hand and decided happily.

Xiao Guoran also cheered and trotted to follow.

...

Back at Xiao Ju'er's house, Feng Mian was about to masturbate the electric flying squirrel, but Xiao Ju'er poked his head out of the kitchen and asked in a slightly shy but inexplicable tone with a hint of toughness: "Feng Mian, you forgot to tell me again today. what?"

Feng Mian was stunned, remembering the rule Xiao Ju'er set that night, requiring him to speak a "human language" every day so that he could learn human language faster.

While snickering in his heart, Feng Mian looked into Xiao Ju'er's eyes, like a student seriously showing off his learning achievements, and said loudly: "I - like - you!"

Xiao Ju'er's face turned red instantly, and a strange smell filled her heart, itching, but she couldn't find the source.

She blushed, pretending to be serious about teaching, and said with her hands on her hips: "In other words, I taught you yesterday, what are you going to tell your family when you get home?"

At this time, Xiao Ju'er looked particularly cute, with a slightly red face and a pouted mouth, looking like "I'll slap you on the palm if you can't answer the answer", but she didn't have the dignity of a teacher at all.

Feng Mian's heartbeat suddenly jumped several beats, and he deliberately couldn't answer, just to see what she wanted to do.

Xiao Ju'er stomped her feet angrily, bit her lip and pulled Feng Mian to the table in front of the sofa. She took out a pen and stuffed it into Feng Mian's hand, while covering it with her own hand.

"Write it ten times! If you can't remember it again, I'll slap your palm!" After saying that, he used his palm to push Feng Mian's big hand gently.

Feeling the warmth of Xiao Ju'er's palm, Feng Mian also felt a little warm on his body.

At this time, the two of them were very close to each other. Because Xiao Ju'er wanted to teach him how to write step by step, most of her body was pressed against Feng Mian's body.

The lower body was in the hip-hugging skirt she wore when they first met. Her snow-white thighs stretched out, one of which was also pressed against Feng Mian's legs. The girl's proud curves were fully exposed on the sofa.

After writing it for the second time, Xiao Ju'er couldn't help but complain.

"Oh, what kind of words are you writing? They're so ugly." Xiao Ju'er saw the ghostly drawings on the paper and gave Feng Mian a dissatisfaction. At the same time, she reversed their positions, "I'll write it, you hold it." Hold my hand and feel the sequence and coherence of the strokes.”

Feng Mian didn't have so many distracting thoughts this time. Instead, Xiao Ju'er's body trembled slightly when Feng Mian held her hand.

The temperature of the place where the back of the hand touched and the temperature between the two people rose rapidly, and the ambiguous atmosphere became more intense.

"Leaning against him, it's so warm, so...comfortable..."

As she wrote, Xiao Ju'er no longer knew what she was doing. She just felt that the smell of Feng Mian's body smelled very good. She felt comfortable leaning half of her body against him. Her head felt dizzy, and the fatigue from the day also came out. .

So, her eyes were blurred but she naturally put her head against Feng Mian's neck, and the two of them cuddled up on the sofa like a couple.

Feng Mian could tell that she was a little tired today, and she must have accepted a more difficult commission.

He gently took out the pen in her hand, put her hands in his right hand and curled them up. At the same time, he stretched his left hand over his shoulder, hugged her left arm, and placed Xiao Ju'er in his arms.

The latter just rubbed his collarbone restlessly and pursed his lips in dissatisfaction.

Just like that, Feng Mian leaned on the sofa and hugged Xiao Ju'er, and they both fell asleep.

The first one to wake up was Xiao Juer.

First, he felt a warm feeling on his neck, and then there was a strong heartbeat in his chest.

When she opened her eyes, the first thing Xiao Ju'er saw was the cute face of Electric Flying Squirrel, and then she saw Feng Mian's curved chin.

Only then did Xiao Juer remember what happened before. Since Feng Mian was still sleeping, she was not so ashamed. She just felt very uneasy, like a thief who stole honey. She was afraid that Feng Mian would understand later, but she also hoped that Feng Mian would understand quickly. .

Xiao Ju'er straightened up quietly and saw clearly the situation of the two of them.

At this time, she had changed from the original horizontal hug to completely lying on Feng Mian's body, with most of her body pressed on the latter. Feng Mian also changed from a reclining position to a sleeping position, with his hands still maintaining the original position. It looked like one was holding her hands and the other was steadying her body, and the two fell asleep on this small sofa.

The Electric Flying Squirrel was used to sleeping with Xiao Ju'er, so it lay on Feng Mian's chest, with its big son-shaped tail resting on the other side of Feng Mian's neck, like half a scarf.

"He's still sleeping. If I lean in secretly for a while, I won't be discovered."

Xiao Ju'er, who should have gotten up quickly, suddenly had such an idea in her mind, and she was a little surprised, "But what if he finds out? He doesn't understand."

With this excuse, Xiao Ju'er suddenly felt confident. She found a comfortable position and lay down again. At the same time, she hugged the electric flying squirrel to her face and buried her face in its furry belly, like a Heavy cat sucker.

Now Feng Mian couldn't hold it in any longer, so he quickly pretended to wake up, moved his arms, and shook his eyelids.

However, this man and the mouse had no consciousness at all, and had no intention of moving.

Feng Mian felt uncomfortable. There was a living person weighing one hundred kilograms on his body, and there was an electric mouse weighing thirty kilograms on his chest. Who could sleep like this?

Just like the news in the past life, the host had a nightmare in the middle of the night where a ghost pressed the bed. After checking the surveillance system, it was found that two twenty-pound fat cats in the house were responsible. I can't breathe just thinking about it.

Stop pretending!

Feng Mian opened his eyes, picked up Xiao Ju'er and Electric Flying Squirrel rather dissatisfied, threw them on the bed, and then started cooking, while Ma Ma Yu came over to help him.

It doesn't like to be next to humans because it has to breathe through its skin. It usually sleeps in a poke ball, or is floating on the sofa watching TV.

The two of them had slept for less than three hours. It was only around eight o'clock in the evening and they hadn't eaten dinner yet. He and Xiao Guoran didn't eat much at the sushi restaurant during the day, but now they felt their appetite.

"You... cook..." Feng Mian said three words awkwardly and pointed at Xiao Ju'er.

"I know, I know." Xiao Ju'er smiled at the corner of her mouth, leaning against the electric flying squirrel's face, lazily swinging her calves in reply, "Squint a little more, and I'll be here soon."

I'm so lucky...she couldn't help but think sweetly.