Husband's Fingertips

The old lady excitedly pushed the cards forward, and Qiu Jiyan realized that he had played the wrong card.

Qiu Yuebai on the side laughed, pointed at Qiu Jiyan and said that he had found a friend with sex this time.

But Qiu Suyun still remembered what he said just now, she likes to get to the bottom of it the most, and she must gossip on topics that are a little gossip. Just now, I heard Qiu Yuebai say that Xia Wangchuan is a beautiful man, so I came here immediately curiosity.

"Youngest, are you joking what you said just now? As for Master Xia, how can you tell that he is a handsome man? It's really strange. I can't tell at all."

Qiu Jiyan's left eyelid twitched subconsciously for some reason.

"Haha, I said everything from my point of view. If you don't agree, I can't help it. Anyway, I think his bones are very good. From the perspective of painting, he is the most standard beauty bone. And His skin has a silky touch, especially like the tone I like when I draw characters, you all say that I am a fake foreign devil, just treat me as a foreigner's aesthetic!"

Qiu Suyun was a little surprised when he heard that what he said didn't look like a joke, and couldn't help but turned to Qiu Jiyan and said, "Jiyan, do you think that's what your uncle said? What Chinese aesthetics and foreign aesthetics, anyway, I can't see it." Where does he look good, what do you think?"

"I think he's ugly."

Qiu Jiyan responded calmly, and continued to stack the mahjong tiles in his hand, without the slightest expression on his face.

Qiu Yuebai smiled "hehe", "It's good that you all think he's ugly, and leave it to me to appreciate it slowly."

The thirteen cards that Qiu Jiyan had just laid out didn't know why he didn't use his strength, and with a "crash", half of them fell down at once.

Mrs. Ding on the other side was inexplicably uncomfortable when she saw that the topic on the mahjong table always revolved around the appearance of the masseuse at home.

This was her heart disease.

It was not easy for Qiu Jiyan to find an ordinary-looking, even rustic and ugly Xia Wangchuan. As a result, the old son called him a handsome man as soon as he met, and his daughter wanted to ask the bottom line, so she couldn't help but lose face.

"Qiu Suyun, are you too gossip, you can't stop playing mahjong, what does Master Xia's good looks have to do with you? And you, the youngest, are 30 years old and not serious, a man Home, it's okay to stare at other men all the time, what a shame!"

Qiu Yuebai saw his mother's serious face, stuck out his tongue at his sister, smiled and said to Mrs. Ding, "Old lady, please calm down, I am not an occupational disease. When I see a stranger, I want to see his skin and bones." , It’s my fault that it delayed my mother’s winnings, and I deserve to fight!”

The mahjong game continued for another eight rounds.

After killing all three parties, the old lady finally returned to her smiling face.

As for the first-class heavy gunners Qiu Yuebai and Qiu Jiyan sitting on the two artillery positions, they lost from the beginning to the end one after the other.

Hearing the uncle who lived diagonally across the door whistled into his bedroom, Qiu Jiyan leaned on the bed with some annoyance.

He certainly wasn't moping about losing a little money.

The main reason why he felt a little depressed tonight and his thoughts were surging was because of Xia Wangchuan.

Maybe there is a strange nature in the man's bones, every man has a male instinct to defend his emotional territory to the end.

Although for Qiu Jiyan, Xia Wangchuan could not be regarded as his exclusive territory right now, and the relationship between him and him could not reach a certain degree of privacy.

But Qiu Jiyan couldn't tell what was going on in his heart. The masseur he led into the door of Qiu's family had such a feeling of wanting to refuse and welcome, and the feeling of ecstasy was firmly attracting him. , and even gradually began to control his emotions.

Especially last night, after that completely different massage than before, Qiu Jiyan felt that the male possessiveness in his bones had reached its peak.

For him, last night, although he made an ugly face in front of Xia Wangchuan and wet his pants, just like a male lion leaving his own smell on his spouse with urine, subconsciously, Qiu Jiyan felt that this It is also a disguised declaration of his hegemony over him.

You fucking belong to me, no one can get involved, not outsiders, not even family members!

Qiu Jiyan lay motionless on the bed, but he seemed to be competing with someone in his heart. For a while, his mind was the image of Xia Wangchuan massaging himself with sweat on the big bed yesterday, and for a while, it was the image of his uncle only He stared at Xia Wangchuan in his underwear.

He suddenly remembered Qiu Yuebai's seemingly joking words just now, "It's better that you all think he's ugly, and leave it to me to appreciate it slowly."

Qiu Jiyan's eyes narrowed slowly.

He is not the kind of person who is worried and suspicious, nor is he so crazy that if he likes someone, he thinks that the whole world will also think that this person is good, and will rob him.

But now he does have an inexplicable worry, worried that someone will really grab him, the key is to grab someone who he is not sure if he really wants to take that step.

A person you are only secretly in love with is missed by others, what can you do?

hold on!

Qiu Jiyan, who had to hold back, felt a tangled and irritable fire in his heart.

He knew that he fell in love with Xia Wangchuan, this point, since he racked his brains to bring him home from the 'palace', he could no longer deceive himself and others.

But the 26-year-old Qiu Jiyan can't easily do what people of his age often do.

At the age of 26, for ordinary people, one can still be impulsive, reckless, try and even indulge, but Qiu Jiyan can't.

He can know in his heart that he likes this masseuse who moves him physically and mentally, but his family, career, even his childhood, and his growth experience make him unable to easily express his feelings for a while. above decision.

After all, he likes a man.

What's more, this man is engaged in a profession that has special significance to the Qiu family, a profession that the Qiu family is extremely taboo about, masseur.

With these facts in front of us, it is impossible for Qiu Jiyan to be like those [-]- and [-]-year-old boys, just because of love and love, he will be overwhelmed, desperate, and act like "the greatest love in all things, and the most important love in the world." ", you don't let me love, I turn around and go to the end of the world for love.

If so, Qiu Jiyan wouldn't be called Qiu Jiyan anymore.

Being able to sit as the president of the Qiu Group at the age of 26, although there are some reasons for the family's internal games, no one can deny that Qiu Jiyan is mature and prudent in his bones, thoughtful, calm, and even ruthless.

It's not that he's not thinking about it, but there are some things that he has to do slowly, just like the white tea he likes to drink now, the taste that comes out of a slow simmer will become more mellow.

But now my own small fire is indeed simmering, and the coquettish cats who came to snatch food have already jumped on the lid of the pot. No matter how calm and mature Mr. Qiu is, he is a little afraid that he will not be able to keep the big fish in the pot up.

He wasn't trying to scare himself, because he knew too well the male animal that came to grab food, his little uncle Qiu Yuebai.

Qiu Yuebai likes the speed of a person, but he never needs a slow cooker.

Qiu Jiyan's little uncle is probably born with artistic cells in his body. He is romantic, free and unrestrained, and he is a natural lover.

Although he is only 30 years old, the love he has talked about can probably stretch far and far along the Seine River in Paris.

It's just that Qiu Yuebai is not the kind of person who is greedy for lust and seeks a partner in bed everywhere under the pretext of falling in love.

When he was in love, he was really in love, and he had only the other person in his eyes and heart.

Every time he starts a new relationship, it's like starting a new life, he devotes himself wholeheartedly, loves ecstasy and passion.

What makes him feel sad is that every time he starts to fall in love, he also longs to be with the person he holds hands for a longer time and love him more deeply.

Ran and egg.

Perhaps it is because his romantic nature has an inner fusion with Paris, the flower capital where he lives. Although the romantic and affectionate French people appear in his love life again and again, they are all spending a period of time without exception. After the passion, he waved away chicly.

It's just that no matter which breakup it was, although he and his lovers were helpless and sad, they didn't feel that the ending relationship was an indispensable regret in life.

Qiu Yuebai also thought seriously about his own relationships after breaking up. Perhaps, these blue-eyed and blond-haired babies still couldn't achieve a true soul match with him.

After all, I am still a pure oriental person in my bones.

Maybe the yellow skin and black hair from my hometown is my final choice.

So in the eyes of his eldest nephew Qiu Jiyan, his uncle is just such a man who cannot lack love and is still looking for love.

This man's favorite prey is the so-called "beauty in the bone but not the skin" in his mouth.

And his personal masseur, Master Xia, is a beauty who Qiu Yuebai just defined as having beautiful bones.

No!

Aunt can bear it, uncle can't bear it!

Qiu Jiyan turned over on the bed a few times, but still felt bored from the inside out, so he simply got out of bed, opened the door and came to the balcony.

The Qiu family's mansion under the night is quiet and sparse, with a kind of deep beauty.

A full moon that is round enough to explode is like a yellow charm stuck on the sky by someone, casting magic power on a lonely night, making passionate people even more fascinated, and impulsive people even more maddened.

Putting his hands on the balcony, Qiu Jiyan looked at the moon so round that his eyes were dizzy for a while, and he couldn't help but slowly walked towards Xia Wangchuan's side.

He wants to see him.

Either I have to say something or do something, but when I feel depressed and worried in my heart, I sneak a glimpse of him outside the window. Perhaps, my self-proclaimed calm heart will really sink down. steady down.

Because this masseur, this man named Xia Wangchuan, has something wonderful about him that can make him calm and relax.

Is it the magic of his fingertips?Maybe yes.

Because as Xia Wangchuan said, the ten fingers of a person are connected to the heart.

The lights in Xia Wangchuan's room were still on.

Qiu Jiyan's footsteps were very light, so light that for a moment he even thought he was going to be a flower picker for a month.

His height allowed him to have a glimpse of the whole interior just by protruding a corner from the window of the balcony door.

What came into his eyes was a bed placed in the center.

Although the bed was not as big as the huge bed in Qiu Jiyan's room, it was enough for me and him to roam freely on it.

When this idea appeared in Qiu Jiyan's mind, he couldn't help moving the corners of his mouth, forcing a trace of a smile down.

There is no one on the bed.

There was no one in the room either.

Qiu Jiyan froze for a moment, then subconsciously turned his gaze to the bathroom.

Could it be that he is taking a bath inside?

I don't know if the outlet pipe that I helped him repair will suddenly break down again?

Qiu Jiyan was suddenly a little inexplicably nervous, and a little, a little shameless looking forward to it.

After Xia Wangchuan gave Qiu Yuebai and Qiu Jilin the uncle and nephew massage at night, he was sweating all over.

After all, it's summer, and no matter how comfortable the central air conditioner in the Qiu family's mansion is, it's for people who only enjoy it and don't use their hands.

For a person like him who has just worked out for nearly four hours, he still feels hot.

After returning to the room, while taking off his clothes, he thought about Qiu Jiyan's expression when he went to the massage room to find his uncle.

The man's face was very strange at the time, not to mention gloomy, and seemed a little... sour.

The sourness seemed to appear immediately after seeing Qiu Yuebai's body in underwear.

And his expression is not only these, but also a trace of avoidance and embarrassment that Xia Wangchuan rarely sees.

Of course Xia Wangchuan knew why Qiu Jiyan had these expressions after seeing him.

Because last night, on the big bed in Qiu Jiyan's bedroom, when I was giving him a compensatory massage with my housekeeping skills, this man suddenly stopped, and told him to end the massage immediately and go out immediately without any explanation.

He wasn't angry with Qiu Jiyan, he just went back to the room holding back a smile, and laughed for 10 minutes on the bed.

Because he knew what happened to Qiu Jiyan at that time, as a man, especially a man as dignified and cold as Qiu Jiyan, suddenly a mountain torrent broke the embankment, or in front of other people, that kind of embarrassment, but One can imagine.

That's why today's Qiu Jiyan has such a face that has been pulled to the darkest. Presumably, it is also to cover up the speechless embarrassment.

When Xia Wangchuan returned to his room, the mahjong game in the living room hadn't ended yet. It seemed that tonight, the drama of chatting, drinking tea and watching the moon was about to go to waste.

After rinsing thoroughly in the bathroom, looking at the outlet pipe that Qiu Jiyan had repaired, Xia Wangchuan couldn't help but think of the situation when the two of them faced each other that day.

Although it is not uncommon for two men to be naked, it is even more common in public baths in the north.

But in the private space at home, especially in front of him, Xia Wangchuan still felt a sense of nervousness and shyness when he felt nothing.

Especially the eyes he looked at him at that time, even thinking about it now, it made Xia Wangchuan feel flushed.

Those were a pair of eyes with rapidly dilated pupils, full of wild desires, like a trapped animal locked in a secret room, tightly imprisoned by iron bars and chains.

Once those chains are broken one day, it is impossible to imagine how ferocious the beast of desire will be.

While thinking wildly, Xia Wangchuan dried himself with a big bath towel.

The air after the bath was a bit cold, so he casually wrapped the towel around his waist, opened the door and went out to find a change of underwear.

The moon outside the window seems to be very round, as round as a person's eyes are constantly spying on himself.

Xia Wangchuan bent down to flip through his underwear in the small compartment of the closet, when the bedroom door suddenly slammed twice.

He froze for a moment, is it Qiu Jiyan?

It's so late, he can't be, really want to make a small fuss for himself, right?

Or... yesterday's flash flood made him addicted?

Xia Wangchuan couldn't help but feel a little heat on his face, and his heart beat faster and faster.

The sound of knocking on the door seemed to be a little more urgent. He held the underwear in his hand, after thinking for a while, he still threw the bath towel aside, and bent down to put on the snow-white underwear.

Qiu Jiyan outside the balcony door only saw Xia Wangchuan come out of the bathroom wearing a towel, and found another pair of underwear in the closet.

The fresh and sexy man after the bath looked like the soul of midnight, which made him open his eyes uncontrollably, and his whole body became hotter and hotter.

I don't know who is knocking on the door. It's so late, what are you looking for him for?

Qiu Jiyan frowned.

Xia Wangchuan seemed to hesitate for a moment, untied the bath towel, took the underwear, and bent down.

Qiu Jiyan saw Xia Wangchuan bent down with his back turned to him, his eyes blurred, he felt like a heart was about to pop out of his throat, and there was a sudden warmth on his lips.

He wiped it subconsciously, looked down, and, fuck, he had a nosebleed!

He blushed in embarrassment for a moment, and was about to run back to his room to tidy up when he heard a man's voice coming from outside Xia Wangchuan's room door.

"Master Xia, open the door, I am Qiu Yuebai."