The squeamish bag continues to die in the cannon fodder career

Automatic reminder: [The protagonist attacks Shangling, the disgust value is 15, 80/100]

Dislike value reminders will not appear all the time, people's emotions are very complicated, and it is even more difficult to judge the likes and dislikes of another person.

The automatic reminder will only be triggered when the value exceeds 5.

The more Yu Qing thought about it, the weirder it became. Shang Ling, who should have hated him, grabbed his feet and it was unimaginable enough. How could the disgust value decrease?

Before he could think of the answer, the nerves in his feet felt numb, and his fingers were a little soft.

He pursed his lips and raised his leg, trying to retract his foot, but his ankle was tightly shackled and he couldn't move.

He raised his eyes and glared angrily, warning Shang Ling not to go too far.

Shang Ling looked at him for a moment, and sure enough, he lost some of his strength.

But Yu Qing, who had just raised his knee a little, was grabbed by his ankle and pulled down again, and he slid down while clutching the bed sheet, his overly frightened little face panicked.

Yu Qing was furious: "Shang Ling, you—!"

"I'll help you dress."

Seemingly not seeing Yu Qing's bad face, his business-like and rigorous eyes traced down from Yu Qing's knees, crossed his calves, and landed on his feet with curled toes.

After staring for a moment, Shang Ling said slowly, "But I also have a cleanliness."

Turning a corner and calling him dirty?

Before Yu Qing could get angry, someone handed Shang Ling a wet towel, and the suddenly softened arms could hardly support his body, and the wet cold fell on his feet.

Shang Ling implemented the cleanliness character design thoroughly, not letting go of even the tiniest fingers.

Yu Qing was forced to cry, her toes curled up with pink, and her throat was still whimpering.

Finally, his arms were overwhelmed, and he collapsed like a soft-legged shrimp.

Shang Ling focused on observing the spread of the pink tide carefully, and wiped it with his fingertips for a long time, when he was suddenly kicked in the chest.

This is a very humiliating gesture.

Automatic reminder: [The protagonist attacks Shangling, the disgust value is 10, 70/100]

Yu Qing: "..."

He couldn't believe it: "Is Shang Ling mentally ill? I kicked him, but he still feels happy??"

556 was also dumbfounded.

It has brought so many hosts, and it is the first time to see Yu Qing who is so uncooperative, and it is also the first time to see the protagonist who is kicked and flattered.

It was an eye-opener.

The expensive suit on Shang Ling's body was covered with wrinkles, he glanced at it lightly, then continued to half-kneel back in front of Yu Qing, shackling his calf, which was barely an inch in front of him.

The young master has just grown up, and because of his weak body, he is not as strong as his peers.

So much so that it is difficult to break free if only one foot is caught.

"You let go!"

Yu Qing was so angry that he was bullied under the eyes of everyone. He felt very ashamed, and racked his brains to find the cruel words in his head, "Otherwise I, I..."

"Otherwise I'll kick your mouth to pieces!"

Shang Ling smiled instead.

Arrogance is arrogance, but it has no deterrent effect.

The angrier he was, the more emotional Shang Ling was.

Rubbing her ankles with her fingers, she walked all the way down, and saw that the corners of Yu Qing's eyes were forced to turn red, and her canine teeth began to itch.

He bowed his head and kissed the back of his foot.

This move completely panicked Yu Qing, and he struggled back like crazy.

However, his ankles were firmly held, and his whole body seemed to be slipping and lying down.

He glared at Shang Ling, but Shang Ling wasn't angry, instead, he climbed up inch by inch with the tip of his tongue under Ling Chi's burning eyes.

Shang Ling asked slowly: "Like this?"

As if being entangled by a snake's tail from the ankle up, the creepy chill froze the limbs.

Yu Qing's hair was disheveled, her eyes were wet and red, and her lips were sobbing in agony.

It was obviously a warm touch, but it made Yu Qing mess up, his glamorous and dignified posture was gone, and his eyes were full of panic.

Shang Ling raised his eyes and stared at Yu Qing deeply, as if showing off his spoils, he leaned over and opened his lips, and bit them lightly.

Knowingly, he asked, "Didn't you say you were going to kick me? Why did you stop?"

With the heat of the conversation, all the breath was scattered on Yu Qing's calf, which aroused goosebumps.

Yu Qing was really frightened.

Automatic reminder: [The protagonist attacks Shangling, the disgust value is 10, 60/100]

【Brilliant! 】

556 couldn't restrain his ecstasy: [It turns out that Shang Ling's disgust degree is 70, now it's 60!Kiss your foot minus 10, 66666!Yu Bao, quickly put your foot in his mouth and make him slur! 】

"Shut up!" Yu Qing, who was extremely angry, shouted directly.

After shouting, the little face felt a little aggrieved again.

Yu Qing had never been treated like this before, let alone suffered such humiliation in public.

With red eyes and pursed lips, he looks like weeping, like a delicate little prince who has been made to cry.

The bedroom was dead silent.

The onlookers who witnessed the whole process cast reproachful looks at Shang Ling.

Although the young master had a bit of a temper, Shang Ling was too...too that.

Yu Qing was wronged at first, but Shang Ling still stared at him, as if mocking him.He casually copied something from the side and threw it at Shang Ling's face: "You are sick!"

Shang Ling didn't hide, the pure white cotton socks slid down his forehead, over the bridge of his nose, and finally sank into his wide palm.

Yu Qing was so angry that he almost fainted, he was still holding on to his socks!

Dead pervert!

The young master who lost his temper was hard to coax, he jumped off the bed, and he didn't want a servant to serve him, so he huddled in a corner and changed his clothes by himself.

The intense and fiery gaze from behind seemed to turn into substance and lick his back.

He turned half sideways and said angrily, "Turn around."

"Don't look!"

Yu Qing asked 556 to help him hold his eyes, "He didn't peek, did he?"

[Don't worry my treasure, I'll keep an eye on you, I'll tell you as soon as this foot-eating hooligan turns around, I won't let you be taken advantage of. 】

[How dare you use its toad's mouth to tease your swan's feet?Get out and get beaten! 】

Yu Qing, who was already ashamed, turned red and her lips were trembling: "You, shut up!"

Shang Ling turned his back and glanced for a week. The bodyguards and servants lowered their heads consciously. After making sure that no one was looking at Yu Qing, they turned slightly sideways and observed Yu Qing who was changing clothes through the floor-to-ceiling mirror.

He seemed genuinely angry.

The chestnut soft hair that had just been combed was messy, her fingers were still trembling, and the buttons were not buttoned properly, and her face was flushed red. I don't know if it was because of anger, or because there were no servants to serve her.

He has a big temper.

Shang Ling's biggest impression of Yu Qing is that he is coquettish, troublesome, and loves to lose his temper. The current Yu Qing fits perfectly with his impression.

But it's acceptable, not as annoying as imagined.

……

Under the orders of Old Master Yu, Shang Ling took Yu Qing back to the old house for dinner, but halfway through the journey, Yu Qing showed up again and insisted on going to T University to pick up someone.

Shang Ling had heard of Yu Qing's absurd behavior. He didn't learn well at a young age, and even asked people to take care of college students.

It's fine to be a pet for fun, but you want to take that kind of person back to the old house together?

wishful thinking.

The driver was from Shang Ling, and Shang Ling didn't say anything, and he didn't dare to change the route.

"As usual." Shang Ling said calmly.

Yu Qing turned sideways, her small face turned red with anger, "I told you, I'm going to T University."

Shang Ling folded his arms and closed his eyes, pretending to be deaf and dumb.

Yu Qing sneered, and turned around to open the door. Before her fingers touched the door handle, her waist and abdomen were crossed by powerful arms.

Shang Ling pressed Yu Qing's shoulder with the other hand, and his voice was filled with deep anger: "Yu Qing!"

The back seat of the Maybach was fairly spacious, and Yu Qing had plenty of room to play, so Shang Ling had no choice but to lift him up and put him on his lap.

The harder Shang Ling hugged him, the more intense he struggled. Shang Ling didn't realize how his buttons were undone, and how his hands slipped into the gap between his clothes and pressed on his lower abdomen.

Yu Qing had just woken up, and hadn't had time to eat breakfast, and because she had lost her temper all the way, she refused to eat.

Therefore, the abdomen is a little flat, but it is very sensual, and the texture is as delicate as satin.

The palm pressing on the abdomen moved forward and clasped it on the side waist. Under the shadow of invisible folds, soft meat flowed out from between the fingers like milk.

Shang Ling looked down at him.

Because of his weak bones and poor physical fitness, he

Some panting, disheveled hair, rosy cheeks, but looks more lively than usual.

"You let me go!"

Shang Ling pretended to be deaf and dumb, in exchange for Yu Qing's sneer.

Sitting on Shang Ling's lap, he grabbed the arm blocking his collarbone, bowed his head and bit down hard.

Shang Ling's painful wailing came from the car. Yu Qing not only bit him, but also struggled, kicking his calves wildly, like heaven and earth.

His arms were covered in cuts and bruises, and new injuries were still piled up. Shang Ling was forced to compromise, gnashing his teeth and changing his mouth: "Go to T big!"