Why is it so difficult to squat on the street

Lin Yu looked at the petals slowly floating to his side, and flicked them aside.

As a pure man, how can he bathe with flower petals, and he is not a concubine Xiang.

"Hey, are you a woman? Taking a bath and throwing flowers..."

"Huh, it's really tasteless. These are the roses that my uncle entrusted someone to ship from England. They are not comparable to the ones on the street that cost a few dollars a rose."

Lin Yu looked at Atobe's expression of enjoyment and was a little speechless. In China, if a boy took a bath with flower petals, he would have been scolded as a 'mother'.

Looking at Atobe's blushing face soaked in the water, holding a glass of champagne that I don't know where I got it, I take a sip from time to time, and the picture with the floating petals is still pretty good, it really depends on the value of the face Bar.

"Where are you touching your hand, huh?!"

The corners of Atobu's eyes twitched as he looked at the hand touching his chest.

"What's the matter with touching it, it's all men, what are you afraid of, touching you depends on your skin, okay, you can touch mine as you like."

Regarding Atobe's reaction, Lin Yu said that it was really a fuss. I used to take a bath with my buddies and pinch each other's buttocks. The Japanese are really conservative. Don't be scared to faint after you go to the bathhouse?

Atobu can be regarded as seeing Lin Yu's true face clearly. What a master, what an elegant and beautiful boy, as expected, you can't judge people by appearance.

This is a rogue, thinking about the deeds that happened when we met just now, I feel a little regretful, maybe who is bullying whom.

Thinking of sharing the same bed with this guy, the uncle's brain hurts even more.

"Xiao Jing, are you still asleep?"

"Don't call me Xiaojing! I still need to read some books."

"We are all about to sleep together in the same bed. What's the point of intimacy? There is an old saying in China that we can cross the same boat after a hundred years of cultivation, and sleep together in the same bed after a thousand years of cultivation. It is fate to meet each other. Whether I just want to Call you Xiaojing."

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Atobe, who was so entangled, could only put down his beloved collection of Goethe poems, turned around and went to bed.

"Xiao Jing, did you dye your hair? The color is pretty nice. Japan's hairdressing business is doing well."

"How can such a gorgeous hair color of my uncle be dyed! But most Chinese people have black hair, and the club led by my uncle also has blue and silver hair."

"Σ(°△°|||)︴Hey...it's so amazing, silver...is it a boy with white hair?"

"I don't know, the hair color of the team led by my uncle is the most gorgeous, and your hands can be more honest?!"

Lin Yu turned sideways to face Atobe, saw that Atobe's slightly immature face had the confident demeanor of a leader, and touched it unconsciously.

"Xiao Jing, your mole of tears is quite beautiful, um... Su is so bursting."

"Tsk, that's right, my uncle is the most gorgeous no matter where he is, let me say for the last time to get rid of your stinky hands!"

Lin Yu took the opportunity to pinch Atobe's face when he retracted his hand, and rubbed his fingers where Atobe couldn't see.

"Xiao Jing, what is the club you lead?"

Atobe felt that if he could rewind and start over, he would never feel bored wandering around, would never mind his own business, and would definitely persuade his father to stay in a hotel!

"Of course my uncle leads the most gorgeous tennis club."

"Tennis... I can play too~ Xiao Jing, would you like to go to the tennis court with me tomorrow?"

"There is also a tennis court here? Then I will go with you tomorrow, so that you can see my magnificent skills."

"Hey, hey~ Uncle Xiaojing is the most gorgeous."

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In the morning, just after dawn, Atobe, who has a good biological clock, woke up first, but his forehead throbbed when he saw the posture between him and Lin Yu. Atobe felt that Lin Yu would spend all his headaches in his life.

Lin Yu's sleeping posture is very bad. He hugged Atobu like an octopus. The two were about the same height, and they almost slept face to face, as if they could kiss each other just by turning their heads.Lin Yu's breath felt itchy on Atobu's neck, his arms hugged Atobu's body tightly, and his legs were entangled.

As if dreaming of something, Lin Yu rubbed on Atobu's body like a puppy, and even gnawed a few bites on Atobu's neck.

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"boom!"

"Hiss...it hurts...Xiao Jing, why did you kick me?"

Atobu looked at Lin Yu who looked aggrieved and covered his forehead, feeling a headache again.

Lin Xuan had a dream, in which there was the rivers and lakes he longed for. He was wearing a rough cloth, sitting in a dark grove, holding a broken sword in his hand, surrounded by a few people who were walking with him. Game, someone took out the wine, and when Lin Yu was about to drink and eat meat before punching in two rounds, he was kicked to the ground by Atobe.