The male god taught me to attack him

When Jiang Putao woke up early in the morning, the first thing she thought about was how to complete the task of "sleeping with the male god Lianmai".

He walked out of the room and found that his mother, who didn't like getting up early, was waiting in the living room with a yoga mat spread out. As soon as he heard the sound, he immediately looked over, her black eyes, which were exactly the same as those of Jiang Putao, were shining.

Jiang Putao paused, and went into the kitchen.

The aunt of their family was preparing breakfast and the lunch that Jiang Putao was going to take to school. Jiang Putao looked at it and suddenly thought about it.

"Aunt Wu, can you prepare more for lunch?"

Aunt Wu didn't think much, and said with a smile:

"I want to eat grapes with my classmates."

Feng Yu's face appeared in Jiang Putao's mind, and she nodded.

He also thought of his mother who was waiting outside to do yoga with him, standing in the kitchen and not wanting to go out.

Jiang Putao's mother likes to do yoga and maintains a very good figure.

This is not a bad thing at all, but Jiang’s mother feels that doing yoga is boring. She has been with Jiang Putao since she was in junior high school. With a slender waist and raised buttocks, he stands out at an age when the boys are all skinny.

After experiencing some gossip, Jiang Putao likes to wear some large and loose clothes when she goes out. Even her school uniform has to be one size larger. The waistline and buttocks are covered, but the trouser legs are long, and she always has to be rolled up two times. Down.

Since he entered the third year of high school and had evening self-study, Jiang's mother couldn't help Jiang Putao to do evening yoga together. Jiang Putao thought that he would finally not have to be tortured by yoga anymore, but he didn't expect his mother to get up early and wait for him.

Jiang Putao stood in the kitchen and secretly looked at Jiang's mother in the living room, and sighed softly.

In order to avoid Jiang's mother, he went out to school after a hasty breakfast. There were only a few people in the class when he arrived.

Jiang Putao glanced around, but Feng Yu arrived earlier than him, and was already sleeping on the seat.

He walked over slowly, and found that there were many new gifts piled up on the window sill next to Feng Yu, mixed with yesterday's gifts, and Feng Yu didn't touch any of them.

Feng Yu was lying on the table quietly, and Jiang Putao sat carefully beside him, watching Feng Yu secretly.

After a closer look, he found something was wrong. Feng Yu was lying on his side, his face was a little pale, his thin lips were slightly pursed, and the corners of his lips were pressed down, as if he was extremely uncomfortable.

Jiang Putao didn't dare to wake Feng Yu up easily, he approached slowly and reached out to touch Feng Yu's forehead.

He brushed away the broken hair on Feng Yu's forehead with his fingertips, and put his palm on Feng Yu's forehead. The temperature of his hands was icy cold, and Feng Yu broke out in a cold sweat.

Feng Yu was having a nightmare right now.

In the dream, he fell into the endless darkness, there was nothing around him, he couldn't hear or see, he could only feel that he was constantly falling, and his whole body was in pain like being torn apart.

The pain spread little by little, entangled him, tortured him, and did not give him the slightest chance to breathe.

This is a nightmare that has haunted Feng Yu for several years. Every night in the dead of night, he will be pulled into this darkness, feeling the endless pain, falling into the darkness, no one cares about him.

He numbly felt the pain in his body, stared blankly at the darkness above, and calmly waited to wake up from his dream.

Suddenly, he felt a warmth in the darkness and pain.

This warmth was incompatible with the surroundings, touching him gently and cautiously, peeling off the pain around him, tearing apart the darkness, and awakening him.

Feng Yu slowly opened his eyes, and took Jiang Putao's hand.

Jiang Putao's cheek was close in front of her eyes, her eyes looked at him worriedly, they were pure black, clean and free of impurities.

In these eyes, only Feng Yu was reflected.

Feng Yu stared at Jiang Putao in a daze, and it took a few seconds to come back to his senses.

He let go of Jiang Putao's hand, gently pushed him away, and his voice was a little hoarse when he spoke:

"doing what."

Jiang Putao was startled by Feng Yu's sudden opening of his eyes. He sat back in his seat and asked him in a low voice:

"Feng Yu, are you not feeling well?"

Feng Yu leaned back in the chair, raised his head slightly, and closed his eyes.

"Do not bother me."

Still full of rejection and cold answer.

Jiang Putao just pretended not to hear, he looked at Feng Yu's pale face, his eyes fell, and saw Feng Yu put a hand on his stomach.

Feng Yu has an upset stomach?Ginger grapes guess.

He thought that Feng Yu hadn't eaten at noon yesterday, and it looked like he hadn't eaten this morning, so he must have an upset stomach.

Feng Yu did have an upset stomach. He lives alone, and whether he eats or not depends on his mood. He ate a lot of grapes on an empty stomach in the middle of the night last night. His stomach has been uncomfortable since the early morning, and now the pain is unbearable.

Jiang Putao couldn't guess that Feng Yu's stomach upset was the cause of him. Seeing Feng Yu's slight frown, he rubbed his hands together to warm his palms, and moved a little closer.

"Feng Yu? Shall I rub your stomach for you?"

Jiang Putao is greedy, likes to eat heavy oil and spicy food, and also likes to eat cold food. When he was a child, his stomach was uncomfortable, and his mother would rub his hands to warm his stomach.

Seeing that Feng Yu's stomach was uncomfortable, he only thought of this solution.

Feng Yu didn't move, and ignored him, still leaning back on the chair, with his hands resting quietly on his stomach.

Jiang Putao knew that Feng Yu meant to refuse. He should have retreated tactfully, but his worry about Feng Yu prevailed. He boldly stretched out his warm hand, squeezed Feng Yu's palm, and stuck it on the touched Feng Yu's stomach.

Feng Yu immediately grabbed Jiang Putao's wrist, looked down at him, his eyes were cold, and his voice was cold.

"Ginger grapes."

Jiang Putao leaned on the chair with one hand, lowered her body, and was held by Feng Yu's wrist with the other hand, looking up at Feng Yu.

The curtain next to it was half drawn, and the sunlight only shone on Feng Yu's shoulder. The whispered conversation in the classroom seemed to fade away, and the corner they were in seemed to be isolated from the noisy world.

Jiang Putao was nervous, he would laugh whenever he didn't know what to do, his brows and eyes were bent, the corners of his mouth were raised up, and the tip of his nose almost touched Feng Yu's.

"It doesn't hurt when you rub it, really."

Even though it was midsummer, Feng Yu's palms were also cold. He held Jiang Putao's wrist, and the heat was transmitted from his palm, which not only dispelled the cold, but also relieved the pain a bit.

He slowly let go of his hand, looked down at Jiang Putao, and neither stopped nor agreed.

Jiang Putao lowered her eyes, not daring to meet Feng Yu's gaze.

He rubbed his palm again to warm it up, reached over, and slowly pressed it against Feng Yu's abdomen.

Feng Yu sat up straight, his green eyes were fixed on Jiang Putao.

Jiang Putao couldn't stand being looked at by Feng Yu like this, he slowly turned his face to the side, trying to distance himself a little.

But he was going to press Feng Yu's abdomen, the distance was so close, so close to one side of his face, Feng Yu's breath brushed against his ear.

Feng Yu's gaze fell on Jiang Putao's ears again, and the crimson color rose slowly along Jiang Putao's slender neck, filling her beautiful white ears.

Jiang Putao didn't dare to look around, he lowered his eyes, moved his palms slowly, and began to massage Feng Yu's stomach.

Through a layer of clothing, he could still feel Feng Yu's cold body temperature.

Worried about slowly squeezing away the tension in his heart, he rubbed his palms again, leaned forward, and got closer.

This time, he didn't press Feng Yu's stomach directly, but slowly lowered his fingertips, and lifted Feng Yu's clothes little by little.

The soft hair on the top of Jiang Putao's head brushed against Feng Yu's chin, Feng Yu was slightly distracted, and then his abdomen tightened.

A warm, smooth hand reached into his clothes, the palm slowly moved up along the abdomen, and finally stopped at the stomach.

Jiang Putao's arm supporting the chair was a little sore. He raised his hand, thought for a while, and slowly supported it on Feng Yu's shoulder.

He didn't dare to look at Feng Yu's expression, so he just pursed his lips and whispered:

"Be patient, it will be fine soon."

After saying that, his palm began to move, gently pressing Feng Yu's aching stomach.

This time, without the obstruction of the middle cloth, the heat from Jiang Putao's palm was transferred to Feng Yu's body exactly.

Feng Yu raised his hand slightly, trying to tear Jiang Putao apart several times.

He looked down at Jiang Putao's eyelashes that couldn't hide his nervousness and kept trembling, and finally lowered his raised hands, stretching his arms to support the chair behind Jiang Putao, leaning his body towards Jiang Putao, as if embracing him in his arms middle.

Jiang Putao stretched out his hand based on impulse and worry for Feng Yu. At this moment, his palm was against Feng Yu's skin, and the abdominal muscles under his palm felt flexible and well-textured. Without repeated rubbing, his palm naturally felt a burst of heat. hot flashes.

He had always known that Feng Yu had a good figure, with broad shoulders, narrow waist and long legs, but this was the first time he felt it so straightforwardly.

Jiang Putao's palm moved slowly, and her fingertips curled up slightly, brushing across Feng Yu's skin like a feather brushing gently.

Feng Yu suddenly leaned forward, looking at Jiang Putao with green eyes, the light in his eyes was unclear.

"Have you touched enough?"

When Feng Yu spoke, all the heat spilled into Jiang Putao's ears, he shrank his shoulders, immediately withdrew his hands, looked up at Feng Yu, his cheeks were also flushed.

He wanted to refute, he was clearly rubbing Feng Yu's stomach, but why did it turn into touching...

But he was stared at by Feng Yu's green eyes, and his brain began to froze.

Jiang Putao got up together and leaned his back directly on Feng Yu's arm, and he still didn't know it.

Feng Yu looked at Jiang Putao, who was close at hand. He stayed within the range he had designated, like a small animal that had been caught and didn't know its condition, and the evil factors that had been suppressed in his heart emerged.

He curled his lips slightly, with a nasty and playful smile, and asked him again:

"Is it good to touch?"

Jiang Putao was already frightened, he opened his lips and found his own voice after a few times, his mouth was out of the control of his thoughts, and he replied:

"It's nice to touch."

As soon as the words came out, he immediately covered his mouth, his dark eyes were full of panic.

Feng Yu glanced at him meaningfully, retracted his hands and sat up straight, his pale face has eased a lot.

At this moment, many students have come to the classroom. Although Feng Yu and Jiang Putao are sitting in the corner, there are still many people looking here.

Feng Yu didn't tease Jiang Putao anymore, he didn't seem to have a stomachache anymore, he sat up straight and began to read.

Jiang Putao's cheeks were still red, he took out the book in a panic, flipped through two pages at random, and didn't read it for a long time, his head was as messed up as a pot of boiling water.

It took him a long time to calm down, and then he secretly looked at Feng Yu. Feng Yu was reading and attending lectures like no one else, without even looking at Jiang Putao.

At noon, Yang Zhiyi, who had already said hello, did not come to Jiang Putao for dinner.

Jiang Putao sat on the seat, pretending to be reading a book, but was actually observing Feng Yu's movements.

Feng Yu didn't seem to have any plans to go to lunch, he lay down on the table as soon as the bell rang, ready to take a nap.

Jiang Putao waited again, and only approached Feng Yu cautiously when the people in the class were almost gone.

"Feng Yu."

Feng Yu didn't open his eyes, nor did he move.

Jiang Putao took out the lunch box, arranged the rice and vegetables one by one, and then moved to Feng Yu and greeted her in a low voice.

"Feng Yu."

"Want to have dinner together? I brought your share."

Feng Yu opened his eyes, stood up and saw that Jiang Grape had a table full of food.

Seeing Feng Yu get up, Jiang Putao immediately put things on Feng Yu's table, and finally handed him a pair of chopsticks.

Feng Yu's eyes fell on the chopsticks, but he didn't pick them up.

Jiang Putao also vaguely sensed Feng Yu's temper, and immediately said:

"I treat you to dinner, and you give me a lecture, okay?"

Feng Yu:

"Exchange?"

Jiang Putao nodded, and handed over the chopsticks again.

This time Feng Yu picked it up, didn't say much, just buried himself in his meal.

Jiang Putao couldn't help but curled up the corners of her mouth, and said:

"Then I'll bring you meals every day from now on, can I keep asking you questions I don't know?"

Feng Yu took a mouthful of the still warm food, and his stomach felt completely relieved.

"up to you."

After eating, Feng Yu lay down on the table again.

Jiang Putao happily took out her phone and opened the strategy app.

Jiang Putao: Mr. System.

Feng Yu turned sideways and took out his phone.

Jiang Putao: I take that sentence back.

system:?

Jiang Putao: Feng Yu is better.

Ginger Grape: Feng Yu has abdominal muscles.

system:.

System: Heh.

Feng Yu put down his phone, closed his eyes, and unconsciously raised the corners of his flattened mouth.

Small color batch.