Strategies for flirting through books

Qi Liang and Qin were speechless, clutching the thong, suddenly footsteps came from behind, both of them took a step back, Aunt Chun smiled and asked, "Didn't you play today?"

"No, I ran a few laps."

Qi Liangqin held the thong in his hand, walked towards the bedroom with his head down, and heard Aunt Chun continue to talk to Yan Bozong behind her: "Go take a bath, breakfast should be ready later."

He entered the bedroom and closed the door, Yan Songwei was still asleep, he secretly stuffed his underwear into the closet, the heat on his face was still there.I really didn't expect to get back the underwear in such a way. This is obviously a story worth writing.He took a breath, walked to the window and looked towards the opposite side, the curtain of the bathroom on the opposite side was slightly shaken by the wind that penetrated through the gap in the slightly opened window, he thought that Yan Bozong was taking a bath at this moment, and for some reason, he was embarrassed to be here again Standing by the window.

He felt that his skin was still a little too thin.But there are even more shameful provocative stories waiting for him later.

It's a sunny weekend, and the family will play mahjong together later.

Qi Liangqin in the novel is a good mahjong player. Although there is no specific description of how he plays mahjong in the novel, there is a sentence that says that he "relying on such a good skill in playing mahjong, compared with Yan's family. People have shortened the distance a lot.”

Everyone in the Yan family knows how to play mahjong. Mrs. Yan and Yan Yuan are frequent visitors to the mahjong table. The Yan family also has a mahjong room. Even Yan Songwei and Yan Bozong would play a round occasionally to make up the number.

But at the beginning of the story, Qi Liangqin didn't fight with them, he just sat by and watched carefully. He just relied on the observation on the mahjong table to find out the character and temperament of the Yan family and some old friends of the Yan family. .

Now that he has become Qi Liangqin, he can only sit and watch, because he knows nothing about playing mahjong.

In fact, most of his relatives can also play mahjong. During the Chinese New Year, relatives often get together to play mahjong. All his cousins ​​can play mahjong, but he can't.He often sits and watches others play, but after watching for so many years, he doesn't even know how many cards there are in mahjong, he only knows the red bird and a few cakes.

After breakfast, Aunt Chun cleaned up the mahjong table.The mahjong room is on the right side of the living room, separated from the living room by a glass door, and on the other side is a small garden, which is also full of floor-to-ceiling glass windows, with good lighting and scenery.It's rare that the two sons of the Yan family are here, and the old lady Yan wants them not to go anywhere today, but to play mahjong with her.

Elderly parents, apart from eating and watching TV, actually have very few opportunities to get along with their children. One is because everyone has their own busy affairs, and the other is that grown-up children have little to chat with their parents. If it is not, it is so embarrassing to be silent with each other, it is better not to be together.

Playing mahjong avoids this kind of embarrassment, and because of this, Mrs. Yan can experience family happiness, so whenever she is free every week, she will semi-forcibly ask her two sons to play mahjong with her.

A family of four has just made up a table.Aunt Chun made a few fruit platters and put them aside, but no one ate them.People in the Yan family play mahjong very seriously.Qi Liangqin moved a bench and sat beside him, taking a bite from time to time.

According to the requirements of the plot, he sat between Yan Songwei and Yan Bozong, slightly leaning towards Yan Songwei. After all, he is Yan Songwei's nominal "daughter-in-law", so he still needs to be affectionate in face.

"When did you come back yesterday?" Mrs. Yan asked Yan Songwei while touching the cards.Yan Songwei's face was not red and he was not out of breath: "It's past ten o'clock."

After ten o'clock, the old lady had already fallen asleep, even if he lied, she would not know.

"If you're married, don't stay out all the time. Otherwise, what are you doing when you get married? You think there's too much food at home, so you raise one to help you eat?"

These words stepped on Qi Liangqin's foot by the way, Qi Liangqin smiled embarrassingly, Yan Songwei looked back at him, and said: "Smile, you know how to giggle, mom thinks you eat too much, eat less at noon. "

Yan Yuan raised her eyes with a smile: "Stop flirting on the mahjong table, single dogs don't like you showing your affection."

"It's been more than half a year since your last one," Yan Songwei said, "Why haven't you looked for it yet? It's not because you're thinking about that bastard."

Yan Yuan sneered: "If you know he's a bastard, don't mention him to me."

"Since your second brother mentioned it, let me just say one thing," the old lady Yan put down the card, and said, "You are not young anymore, it's time to find someone, even if you don't get married, you can talk about it, we women, we can't be less If you want to be loved by a man, otherwise you won't be a man's wife, and you will become a pimple like your sister-in-law."

Everyone listened to the old lady's sarcasm, and secretly glanced at Yan Bozong. Yan Bozong didn't say anything, but Yan Songwei said, "This can't be compared. My elder brother treats my sister-in-law very well."

"It's made up."

Yan Bozong leaned back on the chair and pushed the mahjong forward.

"Damn, it's muddled."

Yan Songwei was a little annoyed: "Brother, can you let me go, we are all one family."

"I said don't ask elder brother to play mahjong, he wins whatever he plays." Yan Yuan also looked very angry: "Liang Qin, you come to play, you play for elder brother."

"I'm not good at it..." Qi Liangqin quickly waved his hand.

Unexpectedly, Yan Songwei and Yan Yuan's eyes lit up when they heard this: "It's better if you don't. You sit there and don't know where to let the elder brother guide you. It happens that everyone is evenly matched, so fighting is interesting."

The old lady Yan saw that she was about to make a reconciliation. She thought she could win, but the boss took the opportunity, and she felt a little bored, so she said: "You just sit there and fight, and you are learning. Be ours. People in the Yan family can't play mahjong, but if people know that Zhang Qiuping's daughter-in-law can't even play mahjong, it will make me lose face."

Zhang Qiuping was Mrs. Yan's name, but no one dared to call it, and she was the only one who mentioned it occasionally.Qi Liangqin wanted to follow the plot, so he didn't push back too much. He looked at Yan Bozong, who stood up, changed seats with him, and moved the stool next to him.Unexpectedly, Yan Songwei stretched his legs and kicked: "Stay close to Liangqin, don't see my cards."

Yan Bozong then sat closer to Qi Liangqin, putting one arm on the chair that Qi Liangqin was sitting on.

Qi Liangqin only felt that as long as he was under Yan Bozong's sight, he would become hot-headed and become less like himself.Yan Bozong was sitting at the back next to him, how could he calm down, he only felt that the half of his face close to Yan Bozong was hot, and his ears were red again.

Yan Bozong stared at his ears for two seconds, then turned his eyes away to look at the cards.

Qi Liangqin really cooks very well, not that he is not very good at it, but basically knows nothing, he doesn't even know how to put the cards, so Yan Bozong leaned on his chair and told him how to put them.Qi Liangqin was blushing and frantically adjusted his cards, and everyone thought he would not play in a hurry.

But in fact he didn't even know how the cards were played, he just mechanically followed Yan Bozong's instructions.Yan Bozong is a person with a cold personality and few words, and his voice is also low. At this time, he deliberately lowered his voice and guided him in a low voice, so his voice was slower and more gentle, like a whisper between lovers, because Surprised by his stupidity and ignorance, sometimes there was a little smile in his voice, and he said: "Don't type this picture."

Yan Songwei shouted proudly: "Brother, you can't say too much... touch!"

Yan Bozong didn't guide him every step, so Qi Liangqin played very badly. This round let Yan Songwei win: "I am in a good position today, and the purple energy is coming from the east!"

"I almost lost my mind just now," the old lady Yan looked at Qi Liangqin dissatisfiedly: "Huan beat."

Qi Liangqin said very ashamedly: "I'm really not good at it..."

He felt that he was most sorry for Yan Bozong, because Yan Bozong was so good at playing cards and cared about his guidance, but he was stupid and didn't know the point.Yan's mahjong table is not fully automatic, because the old lady likes the feeling of shuffling and rubbing the cards, which is leisurely, secular and undisciplined.While everyone was shuffling the cards, he felt that he should say sorry to Yan Bozong, but he didn't notice that Yan Bozong was leaning forward to help shuffle the cards. When he turned his head like this, his mouth touched Yan Bozong's cheek.

It doesn't seem to be accurate to say that it came across, but it just passed by.

"Isn't it..."

I'm sorry before finishing the three words, he froze, as if his whole body had been electrified.

The lips, like several other parts of the body, are filled with nerve endings.If you just touch it vigorously, you may not feel any strong feeling, but if you brush it vaguely, the touch will be extremely strong, with numbness and itching like an electric shock, and the lips are ridiculously sensitive.

Yan Bozong also seemed to move, but there was no expression on his face. Qi Liangqin only saw his long eyelashes. Yan Bozong's eyes were deep, and it was the first time he noticed that his eyelashes were also thick before. The long and dense eyelashes drooped slightly, Yan Bozong sat up straight as if nothing had happened, and moved away from him, his face was calm and unwavering, revealing Zhou Zheng's stern outline.

All of this seemed to be a secret that only belonged to the two of them. It started and ended in an instant, and no one noticed.Only his lips still seemed numb, he pursed them, and the messy sound of the mahjong he was rubbing under his hands couldn't cover the heartbeat that filled his eardrums.

Qi Liangqin wants to kiss Yan Bozong.

kiss.

Kissing is really the most lingering and intimate thing in the world, even more intimate than sex. The entanglement of lips and tongue is full of desire, but also with tender love, wet, soft, warm, and entangled with each other.

Qi Liangqin had a lot of imaginations about kissing, but he had never kissed anyone.He is pure, but pure is a bit pitiful. He has not enjoyed kisses and sex at this age, and he does not have no regrets.

If his first kiss was with Yan Bozong, how happy would he be?He spent the rest of the time playing mahjong carelessly, his mind full of such fiery and secret fantasies.

He was a little thirsty, as if he had wandered in the desert for too long, every cell in his body was on the verge of dying of thirst, he needed Yan Bozong's salvation, and rewarded him with a sip of water.

"The Male Version of Pan Jinlian" does not mention this vague touch. The focus of the mahjong game in the novel is at the back, "he accidentally rubbed a card".