The hero always suspects me of cheating [Transmigration Book]

Xing Yang chewed slowly, swallowed the buns slowly, and wondered under Feng Tianyue's expectant eyes: "What Bingdilian, I don't remember."

Feng Tianyue raised her eyebrows and said: "Oh? That's a good relationship. I don't remember, and it will save me from traveling thousands of miles to someone to send it over..."

He stood up, bent down, and approached: "You really don't want it?"

Xing Yang lowered his head and gnawed on the steamed stuffed bun: "Don't feel uncomfortable early in the morning."

Feng Tianyue sat back.

Everyone knows that Xing Yang wants it.But so what does he think?Speaking out is also being teased for a while.It was impossible for Feng Tianyue to give it to him.

After returning, Xing Yang thought about Bing Dilian.And Tillian can let him go back, there is no doubt about it.But why is he coming back?Because Bing Tilian only ate half?What happens if you eat the other half?

After Xing Yang finished eating the buns, he lowered his eyes and blew on the steaming porridge.

He didn't want to take any more risks.

After knowing that the flow rates of the two worlds are different, his first feeling is that he is lucky.Whether it is Xing Xing or the twins, no one can be separated. A hundred years have passed on this side, and only a few days on that side. When Alan and Ashui die, or get tired of him, he can return to that world at any time.

However, the premise of all this is that Bing Tilian is in his hands.

After all, Feng Tianyue is still too busy.Squinting his eyes to look at him, he suddenly reached out and snatched Xing Yang's bowl, and held it up high, waiting for him to grab it.Xing Yang didn't move, just looked at him expressionlessly.

Feng Tianyue was not too embarrassed, she just kept this posture and that expression.After a long while Xing Yang suddenly stood up, raised his hand to reach it, but what he touched was not the bowl that Feng Tianyue raised up, but his chest——

Feng Tianyue's face remained unchanged, and Xing Yang let Xing Yang put his hand in, and after he touched something, he pressed his wrist lightly,

"What should I do? I was discovered by you."

Feng Tianyue squinted her long and narrow eyes, pinching his wrist and pressing it on her chest.

A small piece protruded there, and when it penetrated into the clothes, it felt like sandpaper, and it was more delicate and gentle.

And Tilian.

Xing Yang moved.The young man clasped his wrist with his fingers, kneaded it slowly a few times, opened his sleeve, and touched it deeper.He stared at Xing Yang, with great strength, abruptly brought Xing Yang's wrist to his mouth, and licked it.

The hairs on Xing Yang's back stood up.It was only at this time that he felt the difference. When Qi Guanshui and Qi Guanlan kissed him, he only felt shame and discomfort, but now he realized that if it was someone else, he would only feel obvious nausea.

Feng Tianyue smiled lightly: "What's the matter? They can, but I can't?"

What a nasty jerk.He was obviously not interested in men, but he chose to put on such an ambiguous expression, his words and body were all expressing teasing.

Xing Yang sneered: "I really admire your spirit of sacrifice, isn't it disgusting?"

Feng Tianyue smiled and said: "How could it be disgusting?" Relying on Xing Yang's lack of cultivation, he raised his hand to seal up several big acupuncture points of Xing Yang, got up and threw it on the bed, pulled his neckline, lowered his head to use the tip of his nose Rubbing his collarbone affectionately, he smiled and said, "Do you want to try?"

Xing Yang kicked him up, and said angrily: "Go away! Are you sick?"

This was the most emotional upheaval since he came here. Feng Tianyue didn't care, clasped his wrist, revealing half of his delicate and fair shoulders, and casually tore off the crown of her hair, loosening her hair generously. black hair.

Xing Yang's waist and abdomen were stiff - he was frightened.What can't someone like Feng Tianyue do?If he wanted to disgust Qi Guanlan and Qi Guanshui, he really didn't mind disgusting himself first.Xing Yang's voice softened a little, and he half begged: "Get up first, we have something to talk about."

"...The flowers outside have bloomed a long time ago. I wanted to take you to have a look, but I also felt that Meng Lang couldn't choose between right and left. After thinking about it, I let it go. It will bloom as usual next year. If I miss this time, there will be a next time." He bowed his head and smiled: "It's easy to say goodbye."

Xing Yang couldn't listen to anything, his nervous heart went numb for a while.

Feng Tianyue burst out laughing, patted Xing Yang on the head, and said casually: "Get up, I'm teasing you."

Xing Yang closed his collar with an unhappy expression, and pushed his shoulder: "Get up quickly...!"

Before he finished speaking, there was a loud noise in his ears. Feng Tianyue turned around abruptly, grabbed his shoulders, and stepped back with a whoosh. In an instant, the wooden bed was cut into thousands of pieces by the bitter sword energy, black and white. Yang Yang floated in the air, then turned and stagnated, and the sharp point pointed at them.

The young man stepped on the wreckage of the wooden bed, his expression was cold and resentful, he stared at Xing Yang who was being held by Feng Tianyue, and said word by word: "What are you doing?"