The squeamish bag continues to die in the cannon fodder career

The moment her fingers were enveloped by the hot and humid atmosphere, Yu Qing wanted to withdraw her hand as if in shock, but it was too late.

Unprecedented numbness disturbed his bone marrow, and he leaned back, leaning on Shang Ling to seek support.

The chandelier illuminated his slightly upturned face, he was a little absent-minded and confused, his lips were slightly opened, and hot breath flowed from the cracks in his lips.

The other hand was raised, trying to grab something, but it was unable to scratch the back of Shang Ling's hand, leaving a kiss like a superficial kiss.

The sound of water in the air continued, Shang Ling's Adam's apple slipped repeatedly, and the hand hanging by his side gradually tightened, and finally clasped it on Yu Qing's lower abdomen.

Yu Qing is very thin, because he has been in poor health since he was a child, he is not as strong as his peers, and because of his small frame, no matter how many delicacies he raises, he does not seem to have much flesh.

It feels very sensual to the touch, soft and soft, and it will rip apart when pressed lightly.

Shang Ling, who was supposed to stop all this as soon as possible, fell into a shocking emptiness, and his previous composure and self-restraint were all shattered.

He stared at Yu Qing's face almost dully, still cold and gorgeous, but even more gorgeous.

It's a wonderful feeling.

The arrogant and indulgent young master who is so arrogant that he can't control everything will show such a fragile and out-of-control helpless expression.

"do not……"

No one heard what Yu Qing said.

In this case, making such a sticky voice, like begging words, will only cause misunderstanding, and even lead to more excessive treatment.

As expected, Xi Yue paused. However, he just raised his head and looked over lightly. Under Shang Ling's horrified gaze, his pupils shrank suddenly, he intensified.

Shang Ling finally realized what Xi Yue was doing, hugged Yu Qing, and kicked Xi Yue away.

The white and pink fingers were brought out from between the lips and teeth, pulling out a silver thread of unknown meaning, reflecting the moist light under the light.

"What are you doing!"

Shang Ling roared uncontrollably, piercing his sharp eyes on Xi Yue, like a lion facing the threat of foreign invaders, full of vigilance, hostility and anger.

Xi Yue didn't care much about brushing off the ashes from his shoulders, he propped himself up with one hand when he fell to the ground in a state of embarrassment, and raised his eyes lightly to meet him.

"What are you murdering?"

Yu Qing, who was hugged in her arms, put her hands on Shang Ling's chest, separated by a distance, even though she couldn't stand firmly, she still asked with a wet red face, "What right do you have to kill him? He is mine. people."

"But he just—"

"how about you?"

The young master sneered and pierced through, "Didn't you also enjoy watching it?"

Shang Ling: "..." He couldn't refute.

He was really fascinated by it.

Although Yu Qing is still a little weak now, he can tell who is his own.

Xi Yue took care of himself with this humble attitude, probably because of his grandfather's order, Xi Yue's account will be settled later.

But what right does Shang Ling have to yell and show his face to teach him a lesson?

He hasn't spoken yet.

Shang Ling tightened his fingers.

In the past, Yu Qing would never argue with him for others, even if he was willful, he would obey him obediently.

I don't know when, Yu Qing stopped paying attention to him, and even classified him as a hostile camp. He is not a fool, and he can see Yu Qing's dislike for him.

The sharp contrast between before and after gathered into an unknown fire in Shang Ling's chest. He couldn't explain why he was unwilling, but he could only try to calm himself down: "My house is not for you to do this kind of thing with your lover, no matter what happened to you before , now that you are here with me, I am obliged to help you get rid of this stinky body for grandpa."

The words were sonorous and loud, and if you listened carefully, it was not hard to hear that Shang Ling's tone was slowing down, obviously giving both sides a step down.

But the method he used happened to be the type Yu Qing hated the most.

Yu Qing stood firm and said coldly, "You know, if you hadn't let go in front of grandpa, I wouldn't come to your house. It's strange to say, don't you look down on me the most?"

Shang Ling, who couldn't answer, was silent, his handsome face was extremely embarrassed, his jaw line was tense, his thin lips moved slightly to explain something, but there was nothing to explain.

Yu Qing said

It's all true, he really looks down on Yu Qing, a wayward playboy like Yu Qing is exactly the type he hates the most.

He can't even recognize himself, his behavior and thoughts are contradictory to weird, and he completely loses logic.

In Yu Qing's eyes, his silence was tacit consent.

"Let me tell you, you don't even have the qualifications to be my dog." Yu Qing patted him away, "The one who looks down on you is me."

The icy face suddenly approached, and Yu Qing was very close to him, rubbing her soft fingers against her Adam's apple, causing electric shudders.

The temperature Yu Qing brought to him was very hot, but the words he said were very cold.

When he was distracted, Yu Qing snorted again, took Xi Yue's arm and walked out, as if he was about to run away from home after a quarrel.

Shang Ling didn't stop him, Yu Qing walked to the door and turned back halfway, back in front of him.

Yu Qing fumbled in his pocket, and felt a soft squeeze on the heels of his legs, and his movements were rough.

The heat belonging to another person came through the thin pocket cloth, Shang Ling's muscles were stiff, his knuckles hanging by his side curled up unnaturally, and his mind went blank.

Shang Ling looked down at Yu Qing, just in time to see the delicate hair swirls and the small and delicate tip of the nose.

Looking at each other again, Yu Qing's eyebrows and eyes are beautiful and cold.

Yu Qing held a bank card between her index finger and middle finger, shook it provocatively, raised her chin arrogantly, and walked away without looking back.

It took Yu Qing a lot of effort to leave Shangling's community.

His sense of direction is not good. To put it simply, he is a road idiot. He stands on the sidewalk and looks at the endlessly flowing road in a daze.

One side of the table was like a dumb person, he didn't say a word the whole time, he was obedient, but he was not sensible at all.

Can't Xi Yue take the initiative to ask him where he is going? !

Before that, he still licked his fingers on his own initiative, which made his hands uncomfortable now. '

Shang Ling bullied him, and Xi Yue bullied him, neither of them obeyed.

The angry young master stopped immediately, stood by the street lamp and scolded people fiercely: "Who told you to lick me!"

The night wind blew through his hair, blurring this bright and glamorous face.

Xi Yue wanted to reach out to help him smooth his hair, but it was in vain.

The more Yu Qing thought about it, the angrier he became, and he raised his snow-white face and glared hard: "My hands are still sticky, it's all your saliva."

Seeing that Xi Yue still wanted to come and pull him, he pushed him away in disgust, and scolded fiercely with a cold face, "It's so dirty!"

There are many shops along the street, and the street lamp outside the glass cabinet emits warm orange light, illuminating the figures of the two.

The movement here has attracted the attention of many passers-by. A person with outstanding appearance is easy to become the focus of attention no matter where they are, not to mention that the two of them have good appearance and temperament.

Pedestrians stopped not far away and peeked here secretly, and saw the taller young man stretching out his long arms, hugging the handsome boy who lost his temper, bowing his head and whispering something softly, as if he was coaxing people.

Yu Qing wanted to struggle but couldn't. He raised his eyelashes angrily, and looked depressedly at Xi Yue who was a head taller than him.

His appearance is very visually striking, his facial features are bright, but his face is too pale, and his cheeks are rosy because of his temper, which makes him look more lively.

Xi Yue could feel the softness of his waist through the material of the clothes, and pressed his wide palms on his back waist, rubbing his fingertips slowly, rubbing a little bit of warmth.

"Young master, your hair is messed up." Xi Yue's voice was very soft.

The words are respectful and the attitude is correct.The young master's bad mood was slightly calmed down, he stabilized his standing posture, and coquettishly ordered people, "Then you take care of me."

Yu Qing was still being hugged around her waist, completely unaware that she was being taken advantage of, instead she raised her chin a little and moved herself closer.

Xi Yue caressed his sideburns, and pinned the messy hair behind his ears. His movements were gentle and slow, and he brushed against Bai Nen's ears unintentionally several times.

Yu Qing was so itchy that she made a soft nasal sound, trying to break free from the armcuff, but was trapped even tighter.

Yu Qing looked up in confusion, but Xi Yue whispered, "There are also here."

The slightly cool and rough fingertips lightly touched the side of his neck, and slowly moved away.

Sometimes when Xi Yue moved a little more aggressively, a small piece of snow-white shoulder flesh would jump into his eyes, press his fingertips lightly on it, and rub a little powder when he left.

Yu Qing couldn't help grabbing Xi Yue's waist with both hands, the lingering itchiness from the side of his neck made his breathing difficult, and that small piece of skin felt numb.

He thought it was strange, but he couldn't say it, he just pursed his lips and turned away, revealing his pink cheeks pressed tightly by wet hair.

After Xi Yue finished cutting his hair, the young master said with disgust, "You're clumsy."

Under the light of the street lamp, his cheeks were pink, his lips were red, and his eyes were foggy.

Xi Yue stared at him for a moment, and said softly, "Young master, where are we going now?"

It's still early, it's only after nine o'clock, but the most urgent thing is to find a place to settle down.

In this world, if you have money, you don't have to worry about where to go, but Yu Qing didn't want to stay in a hotel, so her eyes rolled slightly, and then fell back on Xi Yue.

He raised his eyes a little, tentatively and uncertainly, "Do you have a dormitory?"

"..." After a moment of silence, Xi Yue responded, "Yes. But the environment is not very good."

The dormitory conditions of the T Academy of Fine Arts are notoriously poor.

Yu Qing didn't care about these things, his cold and beautiful eyes could be seen brightening up to the naked eye, and he asked expectantly, "Can you take someone back?"

"No."

Those jewel-like bright water eyes dimmed instantly, Xi Yue's thin lips moved slightly, and suddenly changed his words, "But if you haven't been discovered, it's fine."

This is Yu Qing's second visit to T University, and T University at night is completely different from daytime.

Along the meandering streets, all kinds of small stalls also zigzag along it, smelling fragrant, and the battery cars shuttled nimbly among the crowds, causing many people to scold them.

Caught off guard by a gust of wind, Yu Qing was so frightened that he froze in place, and had to hold him in his arms to avoid being hit by the battery car.

Yu Qing was still in shock and hadn't come back to his senses. It was the first time he had encountered such a thing. His eyes kept wandering, his cold and beautiful face was full of novelty and surprise, and he almost forgot to lose his temper when he was almost bumped.

"Master, are you alright?" Xi Yue lowered his head and asked in a low voice in his ear.

It is hot in summer, and the night market is full of smoke at night, and the surroundings are like a steamer. When Xi Yue talks so close, his ears are enveloped in heat.

He pushed Xi Yue's chin away, "Don't get so close, it's very hot."

His eyes were fixed on the stalls on the side of the street.

After walking out of this alley, Yu Qing's expression was still full of emotions.

The scent was pungent and pungent, even a bit offensive, and various dipping sauces were sprinkled as if they were free of money. It should be disgusting, but the appearance was unexpectedly good.

He licked his mouth.

The young master poked Xi Yue's arm again, "Bring me to eat tomorrow."

In the dark night, Xi Yue raised his brows slightly, a little surprised.

Yu Qing didn't see it, and didn't get a reply right away, so he poked Xi Yue's waist again, and said dissatisfiedly, "Did you hear that? Take me to eat tomorrow."

Xi Yue hesitated to speak. According to the contract, he shouldn't take Yu Qing to eat at these street stalls.

But Yu Qing's expression was too serious, too focused, and even faintly threatening. The mixture of various micro-expressions made him look a little cute.

"Well, I got it." Xi Yue said again, "But you can't eat too much."

Yu Qing snorted softly, he decided to eat more or less.

The squeamish young master walked forward without looking back. After walking for a while, he realized that he didn't know his way, and awkwardly returned to Xi Yue's side.

Xi Yue's shirt was torn again, and the young master's slightly embarrassed voice came: "Why is your dormitory so far away, I'm tired from walking!"

It was hot, and even Yu Qing, who didn't like to sweat, was covered in sweat.

Xi Yue bent down consciously, and Yu Qing jumped on his back, found a comfortable position, and put his head on his back.

Before taking two steps, he cautiously reminded, "Remember to put me down when you go to a crowded place."

"it is good."

Knowing that the young master cares about saving face the most, Xi Yue readily agreed.

The dormitory of the Academy of Fine Arts is relatively remote. Most of the dormitories where Xi Yue lives are senior students, and some of them have not returned to school, so there are few people.

When putting Yu Qing back on the ground, he looked around, a little nervous and excited.

"Senior Xi Yue?"

A cry from behind scared Yu Qing to jump behind Xi Yue, grabbing the clothes behind Xi Yue tightly with both hands.

Xi Yue's back shirt was tightly grasped, and the front material ran backwards, outlining clear muscle texture.

He glanced slightly sideways, taking a full view of Yu Qing's posture.

The small face is cautious and vigilant, like a thief who has done something bad.

The person from behind came trotting, bowed and panting, with his hands resting on his thighs, and as soon as he recovered a bit, he saw Xi Yue's slender white legs between his black trouser legs.

The knees are close together, slightly powdered, the calves are well-proportioned and smooth, and some small beads of sweat are condensed on the top, flowing down the delicate white flesh.

Yan Duyun was a little absent-minded, and was brought back to his senses by Xi Yue's call.He scratched his head in embarrassment, "I saw you not far away, so I just wanted to say hello."

His eyes sneaked up on those white legs again, "Senior, have you fallen in love? Is this your girlfriend?"

Before Xi Yue could answer, Xi Yue put his slender fingers on his arms, and followed by a small head poking out from behind.

"No."

This person's voice is as cold as his appearance, and his snow-white skin is like a crabapple washed by the moonlight, extremely delicate.

Or maybe it was because of being misunderstood, Qingli's eyebrows were slightly frowned, like broken crystals in a snow mountain, beautiful and cold.

Yan Duyun is also an art student, and no art student would dislike beautiful things, let alone this kind of beauty with great visual impact and no buffer.

Yan Duyun was a little dizzy at the moment, and blushed even more when his eyes met.

His heartbeat accelerated, and he stammered and asked, "Then, what about you?"

"Are you in love?"