Quick Transmigration: Male God, why are you blackened again?

Qin Ge quickly reached out to cover his pants, his face became more and more vividly colored, with an expression of swearing to defend his chastity, he struggled fiercely and said, "No need!"

Hell reciprocity, I don't need it, okay? !

The man's lips pressed against Qin Ge's ear, and he took the time to ask, "Are you sure?"

"..."

"Baby, you don't have to be shy."

"..."

Qin Ge's breath was suddenly suffocated, his whole body trembled like an electric shock, he quickly pushed away the man's hand like being burned by a cigarette end, and got into the bathroom as if his butt was on fire, and said in a shameful tone: "Shy sister! Just go and play by yourself!!"

Huo Beiyuan sat where he was, looking at the back of his little boyfriend who could be called running away, and slowly tidied up the slightly messy clothes, his throat rolled slightly, and a muffled chuckle came out, "Heh..."

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in the bathroom.

Qin Gezai washed his hands carefully, except for the palms and the backs of his hands, even between his fingers, making sure that every corner was cleaned. However, he still felt a strange tactile sensation Lingering.

It's not that he dislikes Huo Beiyuan.

In fact, Qin Ge's mild cleanliness attack was indiscriminate.

in other words--

He even hates his own.

So very little DIY.

Purity of heart and few desires is not bragging.

This was Qin Ge's first time with someone... When asked how he felt, he was definitely not used to it, but he didn't have any particularly strong resentment or disgust.

Otherwise, it would have been impossible just now... half-push and half-do...

After washing your hands, turn on the water.

Qin Ge put his hands on the side of the washbasin, let out a breath slowly, and unexpectedly saw himself in the mirror.

Obviously, the eyebrows and facial features are more similar to the cold and noble ink painting, the delicate and handsome face is stained with a blush, and the beauty is gradually blurred on the bottom of the eyes and lips, bright and gleaming, like an oil painting with heavy ink and color.

Qin Ge himself had never seen such a flirtatious and flirtatious look.

He gritted his teeth slightly and spit out a word, "Fuck."

After staring at the person who didn't look like him in the mirror for a while, Qin Ge stepped into the shower with his hands off, took a cold shower for more than ten minutes, and finally suppressed the irritation in his body go down.

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In the next few days, Qin Ge stayed between G University and Jiyuan. After returning to Jiyuan, he went into a studio specially cleaned up by Aunt Yun. He stayed there for a long time. Even his body was stained with paint. odor.

—— Qin Ge didn't realize this by himself, it was Huo Beiyuan who said it when he hugged him.

Soon, it was the day of Mrs. Jiang's birthday banquet.

In order to show grandeur and politeness, Qin Ge no longer wore a simple white shirt and black trousers, but changed into a well-tailored, hand-made pure black tuxedo, with a white shirt and Windsor knot inside, the timeless classic black and white.

The short black hair was caught in a casual and lazy shape, and the eyebrows and eyes exposed under the fine black hair were exquisite and amazing enough without any makeup embellishment.

Qin Ge was a fashion godfather in a certain plane of the world. Even without a styling team, he can still create a fashion sense comparable to that of an idol star.

Even compared to the exquisite restraint of a star, Qin Ge's hair, which he had casually styled twice, had the noble and lazy beauty of a famous young master.

Even if Qin Ge doesn't care about his appearance, he doesn't have the attribute of a dog, and he is very straightforward. Why do boys think that boys are so good-looking?What's the use of this prosperous beauty for him?

However, when he saw himself meticulously tidying up and appearing, and catching the astonishment that flashed in the old man's eyes, Qin Ge still inevitably felt a sense of self-satisfaction in his heart.

It's just...pleasant.

Huo Beiyuan waved casually at the young man and said, "Baby, come here."

Hearing his master call the famous young master in the classic black and white tuxedo so affectionately and distortedly, the servants of Jiyuan are already used to it, and they will no longer show surprised expressions.

"Why?" Qin Ge asked, walking towards Huo Beiyuan.

When Qin Ge came forward, Huo Beiyuan said, "Let uncle take a good look at you."

Qin Ge pulled his lower lip and said, "What's there to see, isn't it the same as usual?"

Even so, Qin Ge stood in front of Huo Beiyuan and let him watch.

Huo Beiyuan took a leisurely look at Qin Ge from head to toe.

Qin Ge couldn't help looking away.

Feeling slightly uncomfortable.

Why does it feel that there is nowhere to hide under the man's sight, as if he has been stripped of his clothes and nothing is on...

This feeling is so fucking weird!

Qin Ge returned his gaze to Huo Beiyuan's face again, with a cold expression on his face, pretending to look at him calmly, and said, "Have you seen enough?"

Huo Beiyuan rested his slender knuckles casually on the armrest of the wheelchair, "Our children are so beautiful, how can we see enough? It's best to see them for a lifetime."

Qin Ge, "..."

What's the matter with your face getting hot?

The old man is quite good at it.

Qin Ge couldn't help but tilt his lips, and heard Huo Beiyuan coaxing in a low voice: "Come, give uncle a hug."

Hug!

Qin Ge immediately woke up from his sugar-coated shells, his eyes were stained with vigilance, and he refused to go over.

The old man likes to hug him the most. He obviously agreed at the beginning that he would just hug him and not do anything else, but in the end, it always ended with Qin Ge's lips becoming red and swollen, or even something even more indescribable happened. .

He already knows his tricks!

Although he didn't become an ordinary love genius, Qin Ge has now changed from a love novice to a rookie, at least he has started.

Qin Ge wouldn't believe that Huo Beiyuan was just talking nonsense about hugging, with a noble and cold face, "I'm going to the old lady's birthday banquet in Jiang's old house today. Don't wrinkle your clothes. Don't mess around."

Huo Beiyuan couldn't help laughing when the word 'nonsense' came out of a young boy who was nine years younger than him and had red lips and white teeth.

It was the first time someone said that he was... fooling around.

Huo Beiyuan was not only not angry, but felt a little fresh.

"Okay. If you don't hug, don't hug."

Rather than hugging, what he wants to do now is to take off his little boyfriend's well-dressed tuxedo...

The tip of Huo Beiyuan's tongue touched his cheeks, his eyes were as deep as the night, as if he was thinking about how to enjoy the delicious food.

Seeing the man change his words so readily, it made Qin Ge take another look at him.

Huo Beiyuan said again: "However, baby, do you feel that there is something wrong with today's look?"

Qin Ge, "?"

impossible.

After all, he is a man who has been the godfather of fashion, and the style he created is definitely the most suitable for his temperament, how could he be short of anything!

Qin Ge was about to refute, but in the next second, Huo Beiyuan casually picked off a bright rose that was stuck in a blue and white porcelain vase, and put it in the breast pocket of his tuxedo.

Immediately, the original timeless classic black and white has a lingering bright color, as if the whole world has been colored.

"Of course the little prince deserves a rose."

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