I became red after being fed by a boss

The slightly bitter taste spread slowly, and after venting, Hu Youyou immediately entered the sage time.

The feeling of emptiness is on the top, and the roots of the ears are red.

How did he get out so easily by her husband?

He was so ashamed that he didn't know where to put his hands, so he just got into the bed and pulled up the quilt to cover his hot face.

Seeing that the man's broad palm still had sticky things that belonged to him, Hu Youyou's eyes burned.

Seeing him hiding, Ying Rong smiled lightly: "Shy?"

Hu Youyou said in a low voice, "No."

I caught a glimpse of the man's slightly bulging folds, and his thin white fingertips were grabbing the corner of the quilt.

Hu Youyou tilted her head.

He, just take another look.

He said in a low voice: "Well, do you need me to help you?"

Ying Rong stood up and took out a few sheets of toilet paper, wiped his palms clean and rolled up the paper towels, the parabola thrown out was accurate.

"How to help?" The sticky feeling still lingered in the palm, Ying Rong opened his hand and looked at it.

Then, slowly bowed his head and sniffed.

The jet-black broken hair hangs down, covering the brow bone, and the tip of the pointed nose almost touches the palm of the hand.

Hu Youyou was completely ashamed when such a scene came into his eyes.

I dare not say anything.

Why is it still smelling, what's so good about it.

He shrank his toes, and he couldn't help but say, "You, stop smelling."

Ying Rong raised her eyebrows and raised her hand for him to see: "What? Do you hate yourself?"

Hu Youyou bit her lip, her fleshy lips were slightly sunken, and her fingertips couldn't help curling up in shame.

The eyelashes were wet by the water mist, and the ends of the eyes were still red and pitiful, as if they had been bullied terribly.

"Don't smell it..." he said softly.

"Didn't you say you want to help me?" Ying Rong lowered his hands, and slowly bent down, the distance between the two was getting closer and closer.

It was so close that Hu Youyou could clearly smell Ying Rong's clean and sharp smell.

Mixed with a strong hormonal atmosphere, it is very fascinating.

Looking at those dark green eyes, Hu Youyou's eyes were full of water, and she swallowed.

"Well, I can use my hands too." He blinked and found a reason for himself: "It's right for people to help each other."

"Mutual help? Have you ever heard a word called—"

Facing the young man's confused eyes, Ying Rong went on to say: "The kindness of a drop of water should be repaid by the spring."

Hu Youyou: "?"

Ying Rong's eyes moved slightly, his Adam's apple rolled uncontrollably, his eyes were cold and deep.

His eyes fell on Hu Youyou's hands, only small knuckles were exposed when he grabbed the quilt, they were more beautiful than white jade, and his nails were a healthy pink.

He could imagine the softness and scalding temperature after holding him.

"But I'm afraid, I can't stop halfway." Ying Rong's eyes became a little dangerous, and there was a blaze of color in his deep eyes.

The person I like the most volunteers to make such a request...

Ying Rong can imagine that if the time comes, he will lose control.

Or the most real desire in the heart that can no longer be satisfied with hands.

A section of the snow-white calf stretched out, and Ying Rong pressed lightly with his fingertips, leaving a slight sunken mark on the soft calf.

The uncontrollable desire kept surging up from the bottom of my heart.

He lowered his head, slowly approached the boy's ear, and whispered.

Hu Youyou was stunned for two seconds, seeing the sharp collarbone, he moved his legs in shame.

"Then is it okay to eat you?" Ying Rong's eyes were full of undisguised desire.

Hu Youyou's head was blank, her snow-white face was red.

"If it's with my husband." The young man spoke slowly, his blue pupils trembling slightly.

"It's not impossible, anyway, I don't suffer." He lowered his head and said, "It's not that there is still aura."

"Then what if there is no aura?" Ying Rong asked with her lips pursed.

He really wanted to know if Hu Youyou would agree to him if he had no aura.

"No aura?"

Ying Rong: "Well, there is no aura, will you promise me?"

The man's gaze was unbiased, looking straight at himself, just like last time, with a little bit of fear and expectation inadvertently revealed in his deep eyes.

"I promise even if I don't have aura."

Ying Rong ticked the corner of his mouth: "Why did you agree?"

Hu Youyou: "There's no reason, I like you." After saying this, his head was dizzy, and the shyness that had just been suppressed lingered in his heart again.

"Yeah." Ying Rong's smile reached his eyes, and he touched the boy's head, "Then help me that night."

Hu Youyou was slightly startled, and a big question mark appeared above her head: "Are you going to persist like this until night?"

"..." Ying Rong choked, "No, I might wake up again at night."

Hu Youyou reacted, her ears turned red: "That's quite convenient."

Sensing the man's dark eyes, Hu Youyou admitted for a second: "No, it's not convenient, but it's quite free."

"..."

Standing by the bed, Ying Rong took off his coat, loosened his bow tie, and unbuttoned it with one hand, revealing his well-defined abdominal muscles, with smooth lines and even texture.

Hu Youyou doesn't have such a figure.

The young man licked his dry lips, his eyes straightened, he was not relieved until the man went to the bathroom with the towel.

Look at it more, he feels that he has been seduced!

There was the sound of pattering water, and Hu Youyou was going to take a nap, but he could hear a muffled sound in his ears.

It seemed to be calling him.

It seems to be an illusion in a trance.

The door of the bathroom was closed tightly, and I don't know how long it has been.

Hu Youyou took out her phone and looked at it.

It's almost 15 minutes.

Unable to fall asleep, Hu Youyou got up and walked slowly to the door of the bathroom.

It was not his illusion that his ears were pressed against the foggy glass door.

The voice was low and hoarse, mixed with the sound of water, it didn't sound very real.

He knocked on the door twice, and the sound of water inside stopped immediately.

Hu Youyou said in a low voice: "Honey, did you call me just now?"

When there was no response, he asked again, "Husband?"

Indoors, steaming.

The fiery eyes moved slightly, it was almost there, but the soft and sweet voice called out, the feeling of Yingrong was even worse.

The muscles of the calf were tense, the blue veins on the leg were prominent, and the instep was moistened with a thick smear of white.

Ying Rong coughed in embarrassment.

Turn on the shower button again, and the clear water washes away all traces.

The bathroom door opened, and the hot air rushed out, Ying Rong was barefoot, and his voice was muffled by the mist: "What's wrong?"

There was still water on his eyelashes, and there was a lingering redness in his clear eyebrows.

The loose bath towel was wrapped around her waist, and her thin upper body was naked.

Hu Youyou's face was hot, and it took a while to regain her thoughts; "That's right, I seem to have heard you calling me just now."

"Maybe I heard it wrong."

Ying Rong raised her eyebrows, her eyes filled with satisfaction after venting.

He leaned over, and the heat from his body penetrated into Hu Youyou's body: "You heard me right."

Hu Youyou: "?"

The man smiled and said, "I just want to think about you."

"..."

The nap time was very short, Hu Youyou fell asleep for a while thinking about the words just now.

Nested in Ying Rong's arms, the tail and ears were released to breathe fresh air during this time.

Ying Rong sleeps inadvertently, resting her elbows on the pillow, wrapping around half of Hu Youyou's head.

Rubbing his soft ears with one hand, the boy let out a humming sound.

The tailbone gradually became hot, and Hu Youyou opened his eyes so uncomfortable that his heart beat a little faster.

"Are you awake?" Ying Rong said, "Do you want to get up and practice?"

The thin skin under the tail became hotter and hotter, and Hu Youyou twisted her tail in discomfort.

I pinched three big tails with my fingertips, and wanted my husband to help me take a look.

"It's so hot here, am I going to grow a tail again, husband, please help me." Hu Youyou lay on her stomach with her back to him.

Hearing, should be able to get up.

The snow-white skin turned red, and the cool fingertips touched it, and the tail shrank back.

It was bulging when pressed, it was the first time that Ying Rong saw Hu Youyou about to grow a tail with his own eyes.

"It seems to be, there seems to be something when you press it." Ying Rong said, "It seems that the spiritual energy is almost enough."

Hu Youyou's eyes were bent, and she laughed out loud: "After the second performance, there will be four tails!"

"The third public performance of five articles."

"Six articles for a group night."

"And then......"

Hu Youyou counted with her hands, and found that the aura of the C debut alone seemed not enough to grow nine tails.

"I have made out with my husband many times! I have nine tails!"

Thinking of this, Hu Youyou felt very proud that the dumb hair on the top of her head kept shaking.

Fearing that she would get carried away too much, Hu Youyou said timidly: "Will my husband dislike me for absorbing too much of your spiritual energy?"

"No, I am willing." Ying Rong kissed his soft hair gently.

"As long as you're happy."

"I like my husband the most!" Hu Youyou hugged the man's waist and rubbed her hard.

It's time for the scheduled training.

After changing my clothes, I went to the practice room, where other teammates were already waiting.

The other practice rooms are the same, the windows are open, and everyone can hear the performance songs of their choice during training.

During the break, Hu Youyou received a call from his parents, saying that he had already booked a seat in the front row of the performance venue.

"Come on tonight!" Luo Xi held her husband's arm and went shopping in the famous mall in Yan City.

"Mom has prepared a winning gift for you!"

Hu Youyou was a little embarrassed: "You may not win yet."

Luo Xi raised her eyebrows: "Why not, no matter what, my cub is the best!"

After hanging up the phone, Hu Youyou practiced more seriously.

Tong Yuan also managed to overcome the fear of leaning back after landing in the air.

Before the official performance started, the staff of the program group informed them to go to see the costumes to be worn at night.

Hu Youyou and others were a little puzzled.

Not to mention that they are the only ones who need to see the costumes, so is it because the program team is doing something special?

Knowing that they are the players who attract the most attention, even the clothes they prepare are different from others.

Shen Lan frowned: "Time is so tight now, what clothes are you looking at!"

The staff member wearing a peaked cap explained: "The main purpose is to promote the traditional silk handicrafts of Huaguo."

In the locker room, Hu Youyou and the others understood what the staff meant.

"Whale Falling" is a Hua Guofeng song, and the costumes prepared are naturally in a related style. A row of gorgeous costumes with blue and white as the main color are hung on the hangers.

Each piece has a different style, and many styles are made in details such as collars, cuffs, and patterns.

A young lady wearing the same style of clothing stood in front of the hanger and talked to the camera.

"These are the brocades that have always been known as every inch of brocade and every inch of gold. All the patterns on the clothes are sewn by hand, and they are the world's intangible heritage of our country..."

Taking advantage of the opportunity of the show, Lin Yuehan, the inheritor of Yunjin Brocade, cooperated with the show.

Popularize the knowledge about brocade, let more young people understand the dazzling crystallization of Huaguo silk culture.

Hu Youyou took her own clothes, and gently stroked the vividly embroidered cloud patterns. The silk threads were shiny and bright, as beautiful as the brilliant clouds in the sky, and every stitch and thread was full of the long history, culture and heritage of Huaguo.

Hu Youyou's suit is elegant and elegant in style, the narrow waistband outlines a thin waist, the neckline is slightly open, and the exposed collarbone shines under the light.

Coming out of the dressing room, Lin Yuehan, who was introducing the knowledge of Yunjin, paused for a second.

Yunjin was originally a fabric used by the royal family, and when worn on Hu Youyou's body, it made the person extraordinarily noble.

The young man has red lips and white teeth, pure and translucent eyes that are as gorgeous as jewels.

The camera was aimed at Hu Youyou, and the fans in the live broadcast room were a little sleepy after listening to Lin Yuehan's dry introduction.

But when he saw Hu Youyou, he suddenly regained his energy.

【Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh? 】

[I can, I can, it's so beautiful! 】

[Quickly tell me the price to make me give up! 】

[It’s only a few thousand yuan per meter cloth, hahahahaha, I’m crying. 】

"How is it? Is it okay?" Hu Youyou straightened her sleeves, with a rosy face, and blinked at the camera.

Xie Jiangting and Shen Lan also changed their clothes and came out. Xie Jiangting was as beautiful as walking out of a landscape painting.

Because he likes Huaguo dance, he usually knows the order of wearing ancient costumes.

In the dressing room just now, Shen Lan didn't know how to wear it, so he wasted a little time helping to tie the belt.

Shen Lan's clothes are darker blue, with sharper patterns, so she learned a little three-legged cat kung fu from Xie Jiangting.

Seeing that Hu Youyou's belt was tied wrong, she couldn't wait to show off: "Your belt is tied wrong!"

As he walked over, his fingertips had just touched the light blue belt, and he hadn't had time to loosen it.

The collar was gently lifted off.

Shen Lan's voice was very impatient: "What are you doing?!"

As soon as he turned his head, he met cold eyes.

The corners of Ying Rong's mouth were stretched into a straight line, and he said in a low voice, "Get out of the way, I'll help him tie it."

Shen Lan: "..." I was caught off guard by a mouthful of dog food.

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