Shelf life love

"You... slapped me..." Ye Zhuohan couldn't believe it, "Ass?"

If it were another person, he would have been scared to death by "Longwei" at this time.

But Qi Lin is not human.

No, although he is a human being, he has the soul of a beast.

In his eyes, Ye Zhuohan's reaction was too much fun.

So much fun that he couldn't help wanting more.

Holding his butt tightly, Qi Lin became more and more courageous, "I not only pat, but also rub!"

Ye Zhuohan suddenly inhaled, and raised his chest, as if he was startled.

Qi Lin felt that the muscles of Brother Shenxian's whole body were tense.

Only then did I think belatedly: Am I overplaying?

But now it seems too late to comprehend.

There is an ancient idiom that says riding a tiger is hard to get off.

Now that he, Qi Lin, can't get rid of it.

Ye Zhuohan froze most of his body, his eyes should have been the coldness of a blizzard, but Qi Lin saw the softness of spring rain.

Qi Lin: "..."

No, yes, Jin!

Ye Zhuohan let out a cold breath, "Have you kneaded enough?"

Qi Lin: "Huh?"

Ye Zhuohan raised his chin slightly, looking arrogant and inviolable, "How long are you going to rub?"

Because the hands were wrapped around Ye Zhuohan's back, Qi Lin was very close to Ye Zhuohan at this time, almost touching.

He raised his eyes to look at Ye Zhuohan, and said out of his body, "It's my hand, it's kneading by itself."

It has nothing to do with me!

Ye Zhuohan: "..."

Qi Lin: "..."

Hey, what am I talking about?

After a while of stalemate, Qi Lin was finally willing to withdraw his hand.

However, before he could withdraw completely, Ye Zhuohan grabbed his wrist.

"you……"

"Boom-"

Although it's not going to be dizzying, but Qi Lin's back made a close contact with the door, which almost made him stare at him.

He suppressed the urge to grin his teeth, and calmly observed the battle between himself and Ye Zhuohan.

Ye Zhuohan was still holding his hand, and at some point, it changed from one wrist to two wrists.

They were obediently pressed on their heads, in a certain pose that appeared countless times in the image.

Qi Lin was confused.

This posture seems to be on the bed.

What does Ye Zhuohan mean by pressing him against the door now?

"Let go of me." Qi Lin twisted his wrist.

But the more he twisted, the harder Ye Zhuohan gripped.

"Don't let go." Ye Zhuohan squeezed Qi Lin's chin with his empty hands, "What were you doing just now?"

Qi Lin had never been so downtrodden before.

Didn't it just touch your ass?

I'm married, but my ass isn't touched?

"Oh, I know what to ask." Qi Lin raised his face and said casually.

As an adult, as a small boss, Qi Lin is well versed in a truth - the more embarrassing he is, the more he cannot lose his momentum.

Pretend to compare who can't?

"Huh?" Ye Zhuohan's voice became deeper and deeper, and he got closer, "I don't know."

Qi Lin shuddered inexplicably as his breath poured over his face.

Is Brother Immortal using his face and voice to double suppress him?

Qi Lin's Adam's apple rolled down unconsciously, feeling a burst of heat.

He was actually sweating.

The pink shirt is very thin, no wonder Ye Zhuohan can't see through his chest.The chest is not see through, but the back and the collar are soaked with sweat, which is very wet and uncomfortable.

When wearing it, Qi Lin didn't button it to the top as usual.Now, his collarbone is exposed, with beads of sweat rising and falling with his breathing.

Ye Zhuohan's eyes moved down, almost on his collarbone.

Qi Lin thought, he must get out of trouble first.

36 It is the best strategy to move forward, and today's shame will be paid for tomorrow.

"I touched your butt." Qi Lin said sincerely, "Not only did I touch it, but I also rubbed it a few times. On the spur of the moment, I looked at Haihan."

Ye Zhuohan stared at him, not moving.

Qi Lin took a deep breath and tried to smile, "Now, Mr. Ye, can you let me go?"

Ye Zhuo said coldly, "Huh?"

Chinese is really broad and profound.A "um", it "um" speaks a thousand words.

Qi Lin took a deep breath again, and the corners of his lips twitched in a smile, "Now, husband, can you let me go?"

Ye Zhuohan: "Is it easy to knead?"

Qi Lin suspected that he had heard wrong.Easy to knead?What is good to knead?

Ye Zhuohan: "Ass."

Qi Lin: "..."

How can you ask such a thing?Where is your reserve?

Qi Lin responded with a polite yet awkward smile.

This kind of thing, just laugh it off.

However, Ye Zhuohan continued to use that dignified posture to ask: "Is it easy to knead?"

Qi Lin's eyes almost turned into lanterns.

I replied "It's easy to rub", do you dare to let this matter go with the wind?

Qi Lin paused every word, "Okay, knead."

Ye Zhuohan said in a low voice, "Hmph."

Qi Lin: "???"

Although it sounds nice to hum, what kind of hum do you like?

The sunlight from outside the window poured in, blocked by Ye Zhuohan.Qi Lin could still glimpse a little gold, but now he couldn't see anything.

Because when Ye Zhuohan raised his chin and kissed his lips, he closed his eyes reflexively, letting his heart beat wildly.

Lips were pressed together lightly, and no one made any further movements.

Qi Lin couldn't think, the only thing he felt was that Ye Zhuohan seemed to tremble slightly.

It's like facing an extremely precious treasure.

It's like finally getting what you want.

Qi Lin was in a trance for a moment.

The force on his wrist disappeared, Qi Lin slowly opened his eyes, and saw Ye Zhuohan looking at him quietly.

Their kiss ended without any trace of understatement, but Qi Lin subconsciously pursed his lower lip, feeling that time would stay on it.

This isn't the first time they've kissed.The last time it was also in this president's office, Ye Zhuohan was injured, and when he came to deliver the chicken soup, he had a tough time with kissing.

But this time, Qi Lin felt completely different.

He didn't know whether the difference was because he knew Ye Zhuohan's past, or his feelings for Ye Zhuohan had changed.

When Ye Zhuohan kissed him, he even hoped that Ye Zhuohan would be rougher.

"We..." Qi Lin paused, his mind was so confused that it was difficult to form a decent language, "We just..."

The setting sun enveloped him, covering the red glow on his ears and neck just right.

Ye Zhuohan grabbed his collar and helped him tidy up.

Then ask: "Are you afraid?"

Qi Lin shut down for a moment, "Huh?"

The tenderness just now seemed to be fake, the domineering president who couldn't spit out ivory from the dragon's mouth is back again!

Ye Zhuohan thought he didn't hear clearly, and said again: "Are you afraid, do you dare to touch it next time?"

Qi Lin took a deep breath and said decisively, "I'm afraid, I will dare to do it next time!"

Ye Zhuohan frowned and smiled.

Even if he gets angry again, Qi Lin has to admit that Ye Zhuohan's gentle smile is especially lethal, and he can't resist.

Besides, he wasn't very angry at all.

This seems to have become his usual way of getting along.

"Don't you still have work to deal with?" Qi Lin regained his composure, "Hurry up, I'll take you to dinner later."

Ye Zhuohan nodded, "Give me half an hour."

In the name of admiring the blind box, Qi Lin stood in front of the bookshelf, cooling down the fever in Ye Zhuohan's brain.

The ugly hidden money he issued a while ago is still placed in the middle of the bookshelf, showing off his power, so majestic.

Does this represent Ye Zhuohan's quiet cherishment?

Qi Lin held the plastic figurine in his hands, and looked sideways at Ye Zhuohan.

Ye Zhuohan was wearing earphones, looking at the computer screen, explaining something.

Qi Lin couldn't help but think of the first meeting in the coffee shop.

That was the first time for him, but is it also for Ye Zhuohan?

Ye Zhuohan changed his iced drink to his favorite jujube rose tea.Now that I think about it, this must not be a coincidence.

Ye Zhuohan walked into his life in an almost absurd way, knocking over countless bottles of paint in an instant, making his life colorful.

Qi Lin frowned lightly, his gaze towards Ye Zhuohan became hotter.

Did you know me early in the morning?

when?Where?

Probably aware of it, Ye Zhuohan turned around and met Qi Lin's eyes.

Qi Lin suddenly felt that time stopped for a moment.

The blood surged up, causing unknown throbbing.

He seemed to be similar to this scene, as if he had looked at Ye Zhuohan like this a long time ago.

"What's wrong?" Ye Zhuohan asked.

Qi Lin froze for a moment, shook his head, pretending to be relaxed, "I have nothing to do, look at my husband."

Ye Zhuohan smiled, "Is my husband good-looking?"

Qi Lin is very face-saving, "It's very beautiful."

Ye Zhuohan said: "Wait for me another 10 minutes."

Qi Lin put the plastic figurine back, turned his back to Ye Zhuohan, closed his eyes and was lost in thought.

If it is said that their marriage was not as simple as an AI match, but was done by Ye Zhuohan, then Ye Zhuohan should not only know him, he must also know Ye Zhuohan.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have that unspeakable but warm and stale feeling just now.

Also, on the day when the bookshelf in front of him was installed, he drew a picture of Ye Zhuohan sitting on the stairs reading a book out of thin air.

Does he also know Ye Zhuohan?

But why no impression?

He raised his hand and brushed his forehead hair.

The glow has faded, Ye Zhuohan turned off the computer, "You can go."

Qi Lin stood by the door waiting for Ye Zhuohan, but was slapped on the butt.

Qi Lin was shocked: "Me?"

me?

Ye Zhuohan withdrew his hand, very calmly, "You touched me, shouldn't I ask for it back?"

"You man!" Qi Lin's face turned red with anger, "Why are you so obsessed with revenge?"

Ye Zhuohan walked towards the elevator gracefully, "The quality of a businessman."

Qi Lin: "Bah!"

After all, it is still early spring, no matter how sunny the afternoon is, it is still cold and windy after nightfall.

As soon as he came out of Le Ting, Qi Lin shivered.

Ye Zhuohan frowned, "Cold?"

Qi Lin had prepared a knitted sweater that matched the pink shirt, but it was a pity that he left it on the way out.

He was going to get in the car soon, and he could still bear the cold wind blowing for a few minutes, so he waved his hands nonchalantly, "It's okay, I'm not cold."

But in the next moment, Ye Zhuohan put the bag he was carrying with him in his hand.

Qi Lin: "Huh?"

Ye Zhuohan took off his suit, shook it, and put it on him involuntarily.

The material of the clothes carried body temperature, and Qi Lin felt his whole body warm up almost immediately.

"Then you..." Qi Lin looked at Ye Zhuohan's dark gray shirt, and suddenly stammered.

"You wear it." Saying that, Ye Zhuohan stretched out his right hand.

Qi Lin thought for a while, this should mean holding hands.

He hesitated to hand over his hand, and Ye Zhuohan grabbed it tightly.

At this time, in the darkness in the distance, the shutter of the camera made a series of sounds.