The husband in the mobile phone is alive and swollen

No matter how much Han Feiling resisted, half an hour later, he was ordered to wait for Yemo's individual training in the small meeting room next to him.

Because Lin He made it clear that he had to record in one hour, and made related audio, and started to fight back.

In the small conference room, Han Feiling sat on the spring chair, rubbing his palms, full of doubts.

He really felt that the Yemo male god was weird today, as if he was flirting with him, but Lin He had said that the Yemo male god was a straight man of steel.

"Could it be that I was bent?" Han Feiling quickly shook his head after this thought came to his mind, "Impossible, impossible, my charm should not be that great."

So... what the hell is going on?

Before he could figure out why, the door of the small conference room was pushed open, and the well-fed Yemo male god walked in and raised his eyebrows to look at him.

Han Feiling panicked and jumped up, as if he had met the dean's scumbag.

Yemo walked to the seat next to him and sat down, "Lin He said you don't want your voice to be exposed?"

"Well." Han Feiling was still standing, "I don't want to expose myself to Two-dimensional. Although it may be a bit arrogant to say this, I am afraid that one day Two-dimensional things will affect my three-dimensional life. "

Yemo put his chin in his hand and nodded, "It makes sense...you want to sit down, because your neck hurts."

Han Feiling was stunned for a moment before he realized that the male god Yemo was looking up at himself standing there, and his neck ached after looking at him for a long time.Only then did he sit down again on the spring chair.

The two sat side by side, and Yemo leaned towards Han Feiling, and whispered in his ear, "It's not difficult to hide your real voice, the recording is estimated to be about ten minutes, and you can use the chest voice method to speak." That's fine. It might be a little tiring, but the sound will definitely be different."

Han Feiling didn't dare to look at him sideways, because he always felt that the breath of his words fell on his ears, and the male god Yemo was a little closer.

"I don't know how to do chest voice."

Yemo glanced at the man in front of him who was afraid to look down at him with drooping eyes, reached out and pinched his chin, and lifted his face up so that he could look at her.

Then, grab his palms and place them on your chest.

Han Feiling: "?????"

"I'm talking, you feel the vibration of my chest." Ye Mo briefly explained, and continued casually, "I have never been asked if I would like to come to this dirty world, and I have never been asked if I would like to come to this dirty world." I am willing to live with this identity, and no one has ever asked me if I am willing to take this path. If that is the case, if I want to get you, why should I care whether you are willing or not?"

Yemo's voice changed significantly when he said the following paragraphs.A little low, a little hoarse, and a little hoarse insolence at the end.

It was clearly his voice, but it sounded very different.However, Han Feiling couldn't tell what was different.

Thinking about it now, Yebai's voice in "All People Love" is also different from Yemo's usual voice.

At first he thought it was because of the different content of what he said, but now that he thought about it, it was actually because of the different way of speaking.

Yemo's gaze fell on the face of the person in front of him, and he asked, "Did you feel it?"

Han Feiling thought it was amazing, and the shyness just now dissipated a little.He nodded, "Well! I can feel your chest vibrating constantly, the frequency is the same as the excitement of your speaking."

"That's right. I'll read this line again. Listen carefully." After Yemo finished speaking, he changed to his usual way of speaking and read this line again.

This time, the appeal of the lines is obviously not as strong as the first time.

"This is the voice of normal speech, and it is easy for us to make it with our throat."

"Hmm! I can feel it. When you speak this time, the beating frequency of your chest has hardly changed."

Yemo grabbed his palm that was still attached to his chest, "I don't need to feel this."

"...Ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!"

"Stand up!" Yemo stood up and pulled Han Feiling up.Han Feiling looked confused, "Didn't you let me sit?"

There was a smile on the corner of Yemo's lips, "You have a try."

"?????" Han Feiling was bewildered, not knowing what to do.

Yemo pushed his body over, turned his back to her, then took a step forward, close to Han Feiling's back, with his arms around his waist, and gently pressed against Han Feiling's chest .

Han Feiling: "!!!!!!"

The man behind him pressed against his ear with a low voice, "Don't be nervous, take it easy."

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Han Feiling thought, "The male god is hugging me, how can I relax, how can I not be nervous?!"

As if hearing the voice in his heart, Yemo chuckled, "I won't eat you, why are you nervous?"

The laughter slid through Han Feiling's little heart like a feather, and his body became more and more tense.

God, you foul, how can you be so provocative? !

"Now, let me say something, and you say something to me. Remember, use your chest to speak. I will feel your ups and downs, and if it's not right, start over."

"Yeah." Han Feiling looked down at the hand on his chest, and felt that not only his ears, but his whole body was about to burn!

Yemo: "No one has ever asked me if I would like to come to this dirty world. Tell me."

Han Feiling was a little lost, so he could only drive the ducks to the shelves, and imitated Yemo to read the line again.

"No." When Yemo spoke, his breath burst out and landed behind Han Feiling's ear, making him feel itchy.

"Concentrate all your strength on the dantian, and raise your voice upwards. Repeat after me, no one has ever asked me if I would like to come to this dirty world..."

Han Feiling imitated, "No one has ever asked me if I would like to come to this dirty world."

"It's a bit of a taste, continue. No one has ever asked me if I would like to live in this capacity."

Han Feiling: "No one has ever asked me if I am willing to make do with this capacity."

Yemo: "No one has ever asked me if I would like to take this path."

Han Feiling: "No one has ever asked me if I would like to take this path."

Yemo: "Since that's the case, if I want to get you, why should I care whether you want to or not?"

"Since that's the case, if I want to get you, why should I care whether you want it or not... Haha, no, I think it's really weird to read it!"

Han Feiling waved his hands and smiled, leaned forward unconsciously, bent slightly, and then heard Yemo's muffled "forehead" behind him.

The next second, Han Feiling felt it, his ass seemed to be touching the male god... Xiaojiji.

"Ah! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!"

Han Feiling turned around in an instant, waving his hands constantly, wanting to ask how he was doing, and then unconsciously touched the male god's yurt——