I can't cure this patient! [Quick Transmigration]

Unexpectedly, the other party would suddenly ask and answer by himself, Su Duan blinked.

Do you like money or face...?

Su Duan, who had never read the president's article, could not understand the ambiguity in this sentence, and even after hearing it, he began to think seriously with the man's deep gaze.

Although the other party was able to give him some options to choose from, he was relieved, but the options given were not too few?

There are only two.

With two reminders, Su Duan, who didn't know where to start just now, suddenly felt a little clearer.

In terms of money, as long as his lover doesn't almost eat up his experience points like last time, Su Duan is actually very satisfied... But of course it is best to have a lot of money, so that some things can be handled conveniently Some.

...Then like money, the little black potato who was almost wiped out of his wallet thought very pragmatically.

Of course I also like the face, although the other person may not look the same in every world, but no matter which face it is in his eyes, it is pleasing to the eye and makes people want to kiss.

In addition to these, he also likes the voice of a man, the warm feeling when the other party hugs him, and every part of his body, probably including Huahua who often makes him so tired...?

Counting down slowly like this, the distant time in memory seems to be brought back to relive again, the good, the bad, the happy, the sad...Su Duan was a little engrossed in thinking for a while, but also forgot I have not answered the man's question.

Looking at the black-haired young man who was "at a loss" to a trance, Yan Shen pursed the corners of his lips: "..."

In fact, after asking that sentence, he realized something was wrong.

While some things are well known, bringing them up can be embarrassing.

It's just that we have just met, apart from money and face, the young man probably has no chance to meet other aspects of him, so why does he use such words to persecute the young man?

No matter which answer he would be satisfied with, the question had no substantive significance other than to confuse the youth.

Released the hand holding the black-haired young man's chin, Yan Shen hid the dark emotions in his eyes, and said slowly: "Forget it, no need to answer—"

It doesn't matter, there is still a long time to come, the things he likes can only be his.

Maybe he will let go temporarily, but he will definitely hold on tightly when the other party can't see it.

Only then did Su Duan come to his senses and quickly interrupted him: "I have to answer."

"I like both of these." Su Duan looked at the man's indescribably disappointed eyes with his bright black eyes, and added seriously: "The rest, there are many, I also like them."

When he heard the first sentence, he didn't expect the young man to admit it so calmly, Yan Shen was a little stunned for a while, the situation that he imagined that he would not be happy no matter what kind of answer he heard, flew to nowhere in an instant. I just feel that the young man's frankness is simply too cute, and because of this sentence "I like them all", I even feel a strange complacency in my heart.

Indeed, given his financial and appearance conditions, it is normal for young people to fall in love with him at first sight.

Mr. Yan, who had overestimated himself during his illness, thought so bewilderedly and confidently that he was even going to give the honest black-haired young man a kiss.

However, when he heard the second sentence that followed, he couldn't help but pause.

"The rest, a lot"... what does it mean?

Is that what he thought?

They have just met, and the only thing they know about each other is their faces and a few words, so how can they know the rest and the things inside?

The things under the gorgeous face are not necessarily beautiful, such as the mental illness in him that makes him aggressive. If the young man knew this, he might not say so.

However, reason thinks so, but when facing the young man's dark eyes that seem to be filled with bright water vapor, that little bit of reason is instantly expelled by emotion.

I can't help but want to believe that the soft words uttered by the young man are true.

Without responding to the young man's answer with words, Yan Shen lowered his eyes and looked at him for a while, then squeezed back the hand that had let go of the young man's chin, slightly controlled the young man's face to be adjusted to an angle, and leaned forward. Kissed down.

The reddish lips were softer than expected, the young man obediently let his lips stick to them, the lips grew slightly relaxed, and the light, sweet and bitter breath was passed into his mouth through breathing, It seemed that even the overly excited thoughts were calmed down.

...Although it seems that he must be very experienced, Mr. Yan, who has only helped each other with his own hands, went blank for a moment.

After barely recovering, Mr. Yan began to think about where to start.

It's not a problem to stick to it like this, it seems to be chewing first, and then sticking out the tongue?

Because of the Harmony Strictly Strictly Strictly Strictly Strictly Strictly Strictly Strictly Cracked Down, the president's article is not allowed to have descriptions below the neck, and even a kiss is included in one stroke, so in fact, President Yan doesn't know much about these men and women...

Just as Mr. Yan was thinking hard about how to start to look professional, the person he was sticking to had already started to move on his own initiative.

The soft lips first rubbed against his lips twice, and then the small and warm tip of her tongue stuck out and tapped on his lips.

The moment the moist and hot touch fell on the lips, Yan Shen felt that all his peripheral nerves were concentrated on the small area that was licked, and his body heated up rapidly, even his heart was almost heated.

Driven by some kind of instinct...or distant memory, he suddenly understood the core technique of doing this kind of thing without a teacher, so it didn't take long for the black-haired young man who still had the strength to actively lick him at the beginning. He could only whine, and his half-closed black eyes glowed with clear water.

The air conditioner was obviously turned on in the carriage, and the small fan was turning diligently, but the cool wind blew over his chin, but it couldn't take away the rising temperature on his body.

I don't know how long it took, Yan Shen, who felt that he had performed very well, finally sucked the black-haired young man's lower lip lightly, and pulled himself away gently.

Looking down at the somewhat confused black-haired youth who had already been kissed, Yan Shen rubbed his fingertips on the young man's face, feeling the continuous heat from above.

I don't know if it's because of his fair skin or his physique, but the black-haired young man is particularly prone to blush, and his neck is also prone to blush. A little stimulation will turn pink, as if he has been bullied by the sky.

Yan Shen couldn't help but slightly bent the corners of his lips.

It was obviously just a kiss, and it was the black-haired youth who took the initiative in the beginning——

Thinking of this, Boss Yan suddenly realized something, the smile on the corner of his lips froze, thinking with difficulty: Was Su Duan's movement of licking him just now a little...too proficient?

"..."

Yeah, why are you so proficient?

That kind of natural movement, as if it has been rehearsed countless times, does not seem to be inexperienced.

The smile on President Yan's face completely disappeared.

Although I understand that as an adult, it is quite normal for a young man to have kissed someone before, but as long as he thinks that before him, the black-haired young man still had a close relationship with another person, and even made a more intimate and profound kiss than this. Mr. Yan felt as if he had evolved into a puffer fish.

The kind that is full of anger, ready to bite at any time.

Crushed everyone who had touched the youth before.

Although he knew that he had no right to interfere with the black-haired youth's previous affairs, when he thought of those imaginary scenes, Yan Shen still couldn't control the swelling desire in his heart, and his whole body was like a cat whose foot was poked , if there are hairs, they must have exploded one by one by now!

Mr. Yan took a deep breath and said silently in his heart:

I am not angry.

not angry.

……not angry.

not angry……

... No, I'm still angry!

The more I think about it, the angrier I get!I'm almost pissed off!

Telling himself not to hurt the young man because of losing control of his emotions, Yan Shen took one last look at the young man who suddenly looked at him with a dazed expression, restrained his desire to confirm ownership through physical contact, turned his head and ordered forcefully to the driver in the front seat: " drive."

After a few seconds, the driver's low voice came from the front seat.

"Ok."

Although it is just two simple words, for some reason, it vaguely reveals the meaning of bearing humiliation.