Husband's Fingertips

'Miyazato' staff lounge.

"Brother Xia, can you play your never-ending "Dream of Red Mansions" for a while, my mind is full of the full-length "Jin Ping Mei" now... is it the male-female version starring you and Mr. Qiu? !"

For the time being, there were only the two of them in the small lounge named "Lenggong" by the masseurs in private. Gu Xiaofei snatched "Dream of Red Mansions" from Xia Wangchuan's hand and looked him up, down, left, and right.

"Hurry up and give me a perfect explanation. You know Bu Xia, how terrible it feels to have your outlook on life subverted. They are obviously more pure than Wu Erlang and Lin Daiyu. How could they transform into Ximen Qing and Pan in a second? Jinlian's? You teach my brother, how did you drag that cold male god off the altar?"

Although Gu Xiaofei helped Xia Wangchuan unify his speech in front of Lin Dawei a few days ago, the situation at that time was that Mr. Qiu fell asleep after being drunk, and Xia Wangchuan was helping him wash his face in the bathroom to sober up.

But after all, that wonderful scene of Avalokitesvara sitting on a lotus has been deeply seared in Gu Xiaofei's mind, and a powerful associative function was automatically added.

"You think too much, Brother Fei!"

Xia Wangchuan pulled "Dream of Red Mansions" back from his hand, "How did we become Ximen Qing and Pan Jinlian? Let me tell you, we didn't do anything except massage Mr. Qiu's hands!"

"cut!"

"Take me as Sunday, Brother Xia? Didn't do anything? It's okay to bluff others with your words, but here, there is no way!"

He leaned forward slightly, showing a feigned lewd expression.

"Say it yourself, did you sit on him? Is he naked? Let me tell you, even though I only caught a small glimpse of Mr. Qiu, I was so scared that I couldn't sleep well for several days. And you, Guanshiyin, dare to sit on that lotus and say that you are not Pan Jinlian, who would believe it!"

Xia Wangchuan stood up, and flicked Gu Xiaofei's forehead forcefully.

"You don't want to be obscene here, you can't think better about people except Pan Jinlian and Ximen Qing in your mind? Didn't I tell you that Mr. Qiu drank too much and couldn't come out in the bathroom? I think Help him, I didn't expect to fall down, and just happened to sit on him."

"I didn't expect to fall? Brother Xia, then tell my brother, why are you so good at falling? Why can't you get off when you fall and sit on Mr. Qiu? Why do you start massaging when you sit on him? Mr. Qiu You don't have too much, right? Could it be that Mr. Qiu is still a jerk, and he likes to lie on the ground and be watered by others?"

Gu Xiaofei's eyebrows were beaming, and the more he talked, the more energetic he was, he had amplified the associative function in the cerebral cortex to the extreme, and he was about to describe a wonderful picture of Xia Wangchuan beating Mr. Qiu in the bathroom with a small black leather whip.

Xia Wangchuan was speechless for a moment.

It's no wonder that Gu Xiaofei's imagination is running wild. Anyone who saw the scene in the shower room at that time would probably automatically make up a danmei meat essay about crazy racing.

However, when he thought of that ridiculous night, Xia Wangchuan inexplicably felt faintly disappointed.

Because from the day when the 'palace' caught fire and Qiu Jiyan was picked up by the foreman and others and sent home, it has been more than half a month, and that Mr. Qiu never showed his face in the 'palace' again.

This kind of situation didn't happen much to Qiu Jiyan, who was maintaining a fixed body massage.

Because Xia Wangchuan knew in his heart that the main reason why he would travel thousands of miles to the 'palace' with his massage skills was because he had known for a long time that Qiu Jiyan was a person who was accustomed to massage since he was a child.

Maybe it's because I'm busy.Or maybe it was because the process of massaging him was too short, and he didn't leave a deep impression on him.It's also possible... I was too obedient to him that day, right?

The naked guest proposed to carry water on the floor of the bathroom and maintain a riding posture, but he himself agreed with the flow...

He rubbed his fingers on the old "Dream of Red Mansions", and suddenly remembered the episode of Jia Lian's affair with Bao Er's family and being caught by Wang Xifeng in his mind.

No matter what kind of wives and concubines there are, for men, there always seems to be a strange complex of "a wife is worse than a concubine, a concubine is worse than a prostitute, a prostitute is worse than stealing, stealing is worse than not being able to steal".

Although it seems far-fetched to compare Qiu Jiyan's reason for not coming for a massage recently with this complex, Xia Wangchuan really opened the book again and carefully read the paragraph just now.

"Brother Xia, in the past two days, everyone has been chatting about the new VIP rewards in the yard. It is said that they are the masseurs who get the most rewards. There will be several big prizes in the yard at the end of the year. I heard that Su Zhou and He Da Pai wants to fight for the top card of this reward, but if you don't have a unique skill, it will be too difficult to let the guests bleed to be the top card!"

"Oh, I heard."

Xia Wangchuan didn't seem to be too concerned about this topic, but his eyes lifted from "Dream of Red Mansions" and slowly fell on his slender hands.

unique skill?There should be some in these hands.

In a daze, he seemed to see Qiu Jiyan's face with a smirk when he saw him for the first time, and his sentence, "It's so stupid, and it looks so stupid."

Mr. Qiu, the one who can make you, a cold and cold male god, feel 'unable to steal' and not so submissive is probably the number one card in the 'Gongli', right?

early morning.

When Qiu Jilin yawned and walked from the bedroom to the dining room, he paused and rubbed his eyes subconsciously.

I was not mistaken, the lights in the study room were on, and looking through the frosted glass, there seemed to be a figure standing there bowing and writing something in front of the oversized desk.

He shook his head, no need to ask, he also knew who that person was.

The three generations of the Qiu family lived together, but apart from myself, the student who had to get up early because he had to go to school, the only person in the whole mansion who could get up earlier than the chicken was the worker who was in charge of making breakfast, that is, my uncle. Qiu Jiyan, the eldest brother of the family.

What's more, although the figure is bent over and holding the pen, you can still see the tall and muscular lines. The whole family has such a model-like figure, except for his eldest brother.

Qiu Jilin walked lightly into the dining room. There was already a breakfast set on the dining table. He glanced at it, whole wheat bread, soybean milk, and vegetable salad.

"Aunt Jin, does my brother have to be vegan for another week?"

He looked at Aunt Jin who came out of the kitchen with a plate, and stood up to take the plate.

Double fried eggs, ham, bacon, milk, bread, oranges, yes, this is what my breakfast looks like.

"No, starting today, eat vegetarian food for a week." Aunt Jin straightened her waist, and glanced at the study, "Young master got up early today, and he was already copying in the study when I got up." It's over."

Aunt Jin is about 50 years old, with a slightly fat body, and always looks smiling.

She looked at Qiu Jilin who was devouring, turned her head and smiled at Sister Qing who had just walked over, "It's better that our second young master has a good appetite, and the food looks delicious, isn't that right? You guys are all good, so why don't you eat more?" .”

Qiu Jilin swallowed the food in his mouth and took a sip of milk, "Aunt Jin, don't encourage me anymore, I also want to control myself to eat less, but I'm greedy, lazy and have no perseverance, if I can be like big brother Well, if you say vegetarian, you should be vegetarian, if you say get up early, you should get up early, look at his model figure, and then look at my mushroom figure, bad luck!"

Although Qiu Jilin is only 17 years old, he is 178 centimeters tall and weighs nearly 170 kilograms. He is an out-and-out fat man.

Sister Qing, who is in her early forties, is a middle-aged woman with a handsome face. After cooking the porridge that the old people of the Qiu family drank in the morning, she also went to the dining room to rest. The breakfast time for a dozen or so people is still very early.

Hearing Qiu Jilin's words, she couldn't help but nodded and said, "The second young master said the same thing. The sincerity and perseverance of the young master are really unmatched by ordinary people."

"Let's just say that this copy of the scriptures is vegan. If I remember correctly, has it happened once a month ago? Tsk tsk, a man in his 20s can have this persistence and faith, Amitabha, I also Believe in Buddha, I really can't do it."

The study room was very close to the dining room, and the voices of the three came in almost indiscriminately in the silence of the early morning.

Qiu Jiyan frowned slightly, looked down at the brush in his hand, his black eyebrows quickly twisted into a straight line like ink above his deep eyes.

Only he himself understands what the scripture "Shurangama Mantra" he copied is for.

Everyone in the family knew that Qiu Jiyan would occasionally spend a week eating vegetarian food and copying Buddhist scriptures. Although they knew that he didn't have a heart for Buddha, at least they all felt that he was a devout and determined person.

Still only he himself understands that this really has nothing to do with Qianxin.

This is just a rule he secretly set for himself: as long as he does not resist the desire and insults himself once, he must be punished to be a vegetarian for a week and copy a volume of the "Shurangama Mantra" to abstain from lust.

Because of some inhumane reasons, Qiu Jiyan was a person who had a strong aversion to sex since he was a child.

He felt disgusted that he knew that this kind of self should be wrong, but he carried out this wrong meticulously.

At the age of 26, he is not only unmarried, but also has never been in love with anyone.Not only is he a virgin gay, but he is also a virgin gay who uses his hands up to seven or eight times a year.

In the eyes of many people, "big, very big, very big", in fact, no one else has the opportunity to see the true face except the deity.

After copying the scriptures for nearly an hour, he felt a slight soreness in his waist.The soreness started from the waist and eyes, up to the entire back, down to the buttocks and legs.

He straightened up, and his eyes finally fell on a row of books on the bookshelf.Inside, there were several "Dream of Red Mansions" that looked a bit worn out.

He silently read a few scriptures, and the dry words in the scriptures collided with the sourness in his body, which made him suddenly feel a little blurred in front of his eyes, and his limbs became more and more weak.

It is hard to tell whether the symptom is fatigue or what, but it corresponds to one word in his heart, irritable.

That's right, it was this indescribable 'irritability' that made him finally lose control of his hand stretched out to "Da Dajun" last night.

Hey, it's all to blame for the goose-yellow moon.