The squeamish bag continues to die in the cannon fodder career

Xi Yue didn't expect the opportunity to come so soon.

When Yu woke up, his head was still not clear. He didn't get enough sleep today, and he slept for a long time in the afternoon. When he woke up, his head was still groggy and not yet clear.

In front of the quilt is a hand with clear bones, and the eyelids are raised a little more, and the arm lines are smooth and powerful, and the shoulders are broad.

Looking up again, it was fixed on the slightly indifferent eyebrows and eyes.

Seeing that it was Xi Yue, he stretched out his hand without hesitation.

Xi Yue looked down at the drowsy young master. His cheeks were steamed with a thin powder, his lips were bright and full, and the curves of his thick and curly eyelashes were just right.

Yu Qing, who was not pulled up, lazily opened her eyes, and the snow-white blanket slipped from the tip of her chin, revealing her face that was rosy from sleep.

top half.She plunged into Xi Yue's arms, leaned weakly on Xi Yue's shoulder, raised her chin slightly, and her lips were close to the skin on the side of her neck.

"Xi Yue..."

Insert one hand.Between Xi Yue's legs, the other hand tugged at Xi Yue's sleeve, showing a very dependent posture as a whole.

Yu Qing said in a soft voice, "I want to go to the toilet."

Xu Shi hadn't woken up yet, his voice sounded soft and sweet.

Xi Yue couldn't help but think of Yu Qing's coquettish tone when he spoke to the housekeeper at noon.

Yu Qing is used to turning down the air conditioner and covering him with a thick quilt, but the cold air after waking up from the quilt usually makes him feel chilly.

But leaning on Xi Yue's body has no such troubles at all. Xi Yue's body has the unique heat of an adult man, lying in Xi Yue's arms, his whole body is warm.

After finishing speaking, the young master who wanted to go to the bathroom was silent again, his eyelids were slightly closed, his lips were opened a little, and he looked so cute that he didn't even know that he was taken out of the blanket.

Instead, he hooked Xi Yue's neck cooperatively.

Xi Yue's arms are very strong. At first, he let Yu Qing lean on him and hugged Yu Qing with one arm.

Yu Qing's frame is small and slender but not lacking in sensuality, the touch from the palm is firm and soft, and it feels good to the touch.

After arriving at the bathroom, put his left arm under Yu Qing's left leg, resting on the bend of his knee, and use both hands.

Like holding a child.

Yu Qing was still in a fugue state, until the knot at his waist was threatened, and then his scalp exploded: "What are you doing?!"

"Aren't you going to the bathroom?"

With a calm expression, he couldn't fault anything.

Yu Qing, who just woke up, was still a little dazed, and looked down at herself.

Xi Yue picked him up from behind, wrapped his arms around the naturally stretched legs, and wrapped his right hand around the seam of his legs, ready to help him untie it.

Very caring service.

But the flesh of the palm attached to the cool and soft skin was very hot. When he was hugging him, the flesh of the straight legs sank slightly, and the whiteness like new snow rushed out of Xi Yue's hands.

Inexplicably weird.

The tone was still sleepy, but he did not forget to stretch out his hand to protect himself, "I will do it myself."

Yu Qing was a little angry again, anyone who was hugged like this would get angry.

He is not a baby!

Xi Yue looked down at him.

From top to bottom, you can just see the black eyelashes that are constantly fluttering, the cold cheeks are flushed with shame, and the trembling hands are covering his stiff mouth, which has a strange contrast.

"Put me down!"

Although it was an order, even Yu Qing didn't realize the begging in his tone, as if he was afraid that Xi Yue would really hold him like this and let him go to the bathroom.

The moment Xi Yue let him down, his legs and feet softened uncontrollably, and his nails scratched shocking red marks near Xi Yue's collarbone.

"Young master, are you alright?" Xi Yue asked instead of caring about his injuries.

Yu Qing pursed her lower lip and said nothing.

This kind of injury is nothing to Xi Yue. It can be seen that Yu Qing's twisted and trembling, but arrogant posture, and they are in a relatively private space, it is hard not to make people think too much.

It seemed that he was bullying Yu Qing.

"Aren't you going out?" Yu Qing kept guarding himself, staring fiercely, "Do you still want to watch me go to the bathroom? Are you a pervert!"

First exhibitionism, now perversion.

In a short period of time, Xi Yue had two more unprecedented labels on him.

Curling his fingers and pressing them against his temples, this young master of the Yu family... seems to be different from what he thought.

No, it is quite different.

At the same time, Shang Ling arrived at the old house after finishing his day's work, and learned that Yu Qing was still awake.

Looking at the time, it was already 04:30 in the afternoon, and Shang Ling had never seen such a lazy person.

Uncle Lin watched Shang Ling grow up, so this unhappiness naturally did not escape his attention.Uncle Lin smiled and said, "Young master must sleep for 12 hours a day, otherwise you will lose energy. Maybe you went too early today, and young master didn't get enough sleep, so he slept longer in the afternoon."

Shang Ling only knew that Yu Qing was not in good health, but he didn't know exactly why.Or maybe, he didn't care about Yu Qing's health at all.

I remembered that when I went to see people in the manor early in the morning, the servant said that Yu Qing would have to wait another hour and a half before getting enough sleep.

And he only took it as an excuse to bring someone to force his way in.

And Yu Qing's wrist injury...

He seemed really rude.

"But the young master should wake up. If he doesn't wake up, he won't be able to sleep at night. I'll call him..."

"Need not."

Shang Ling unnaturally took the milk from Uncle Lin's hand, "I'll call him."

The old house of the Yu family is in a typical Chinese style, classic and magnificent, with a magnificent atmosphere, shuttling through the winding corridors, and the Shangling Mausoleum stops at the door of Yu Qing's room.

He tentatively knocked on the door and waited, but the person who opened the door was not Yu Qing, but Xi Yue.

Xi Yue didn't seem to expect him to be the one knocking on the door, so he raised his eyebrows slightly, waiting for him to speak first.

Neither of them spoke first, however.

The main light in the bedroom was not turned on, and the room was illuminated entirely by the night light and the faint light from the bathroom.

This young man, who was about the same height as him, was wearing a home bathrobe with a loose neckline, revealing a strong and sexy chest and collarbone, with dazzling nail marks near the collarbone.

From a homogeneous point of view, the body was perfect.In the past, Shang Ling would not hesitate to give compliments, but not now.

Shang Ling believes that life is all about hard work, and there is no such thing as success for nothing in the world. He doesn't like Yu Qing, because Yu Qing is just a dude in his eyes.

And Xi Yue in front of him is also half a catty, with hands, feet, and strength, but he chooses crooked ways and is taken care of by Yu Qing.

Shang Ling's gaze sank unconsciously: "Xiaoqing is young and playful, and you don't understand many things, so you have to take care of it. But I don't understand what you think, we are people from two worlds, even if you temporarily have How? These things are never yours."

Xi Yue looked at each other with interest.

Shang Ling's behavior is really ridiculous. He obviously hates Yu Qing, but he has to stiffly call out the intimate nickname of Yu Qing, as if this can make him feel the difference.

"Our life is different from yours." Shang Ling warned, "He is not something you can imagine."

This hostess posture made Xi Yue's eyelashes move slightly, and Yu Qing exclaimed from the bathroom: "I can't stand still, Xi Yue!"

Xi Yue smiled apologetically at the ashen-faced Shang Ling: "I'm sorry, Mr. Shang, I really want to continue talking with you, but the young master seems to need me very much."

The sound from the bathroom continued: "It hurts!"

Xi Yue was halfway through talking with Shang Ling, when he heard Yu Qing wailing, his eyes were filled with remorse and self-blame, "The young master and I are inexperienced, so there were inevitably some surprises during the process. The young master was indeed frightened by me, but I will improve myself."

"Don't worry, Mr. Shang, I won't let the young master hurt again."

Shang Ling's warnings were all ignored, but instead he received a needle-pricking response. The gentle and respectful words pierced several holes in his heart, making it impossible to ignore.

Since he doesn't listen to good words, he has nothing to say.

He crossed Xi Yue and came to the source of the sound.

Yu Qing in the bathroom propped her hands on the wall, her legs were trembling side by side, and her heels were pink with panic.

Shang Ling's eyes once again focused on the little feet stuck in the carpet.

His feet are really delicate.

"why you?"

Seeing Shang Ling, Yu Qing was not happy. He looked back, "Where is Xi Yue? I want Xi Yue."

Shang Ling couldn't tell what mood he was in. Yu Qing focused on others, so he should be happy.

But when she really heard that Yu Qing wanted someone else, she felt unwilling.

Xi Yue brushed past Shang Ling, and wrapped his long arms around Yu Qing's back, allowing Yu Qing to rely on his strength.

After finding the point of force, Yu Qing put all her weight on Xi Yue.Xi Yue asked him, "Do you still want me to help you go to the toilet?"

Yu Qing's face turned red suddenly, coupled with the trembling of his weak calves, he looked pitiful and weak.

But in this state, he still pretended to be stubborn.

"Who wants you to help me go to the toilet."

The soreness and numbness in the calf came up again, and Yu Qing pursed his lips uncomfortably, and said in a trembling tone, "Hold me."

Xi Yue complied.

Yu Qing seemed to be really uncomfortable, maybe it was a calf cramp.

After putting him on the bed, Xi Yue held his ankle again.

The calf line is smooth, the skin is moist, and it is so slender that there is no fat.

However, when you touch it with your hands, it feels too smooth and tender, like the best suet, which will melt with a little force.

Xi Yue was concentrating on massaging to help him relieve his discomfort. Because the strength was just right, the soft humming sound of comfort reverberated in the bedroom.

The calf held by the man stretched out a beautiful line, and the toes were slightly curled up due to the long comfort, occasionally shaking.

Witnessing the whole process, Shang Ling's knuckles were tense, the two people's intimacy as if no one else was there, and Yu Qing's obvious coldness all made him even more furious.

In the past, Yu Qing would always pester her, which was terribly annoying.

"Drink this." Shang Ling passed the milk in his hand indifferently.

This was prepared by Uncle Lin for Yu Qing, and it was cold now, and Yu Qing was so coquettish that it was impossible to drink it.

Shang Ling insisted that he drink it, and brought the milk, but the milk spilled under the pushing and pushing, and wet his trousers.

"Yu Qing, you—"

"Why are you so angry at me? I haven't blamed you for wet my sheets."

Yu Qing took the paper towel from the bed without paying much attention, and before Shang Ling got angry further, he pressed his hand on the wet place and wiped it casually.

Shangling was frozen in place like a tree or stone.

Strangely, Shang Ling's disgust value did not change.

But doesn't Shang Ling hate touching him?

Raising her eyes strangely, and meeting her deep and dark eyes, Yu Qing felt bored again, wiped her hand carelessly, and was about to withdraw her hand.

How can he serve people, just a few times, it's interesting enough.

He raised his hand, which was less than ten centimeters, wrapped in the man's broad palm, and pressed down hard.

The fabric can't block the temperature of the skin, and the strange heat almost scalds Yu Qing along the thin fabric.

Yu Qing warned Shang Ling, but to no avail, he was rubbed deliberately instead. His skin was delicate, especially his wrists were thin and tender, and he couldn't bear to be treated like this.

Yu Qing lay limply on Shang Ling's lap, unable to withdraw her hand, but accidentally kicked her foot.

His toes brushed against the corner of Xi Yue's lips, and then his face.

Xi Yue didn't say a word when he was bullied, and continued to help the young master relieve the discomfort of calf cramps.

He was very focused, moving up and down, taking care of everything without missing a beat.

Yu Qing struggled to leave, but Xi Yue pressed and massaged his calf, and his hand was subdued by Shang Ling, so he couldn't break free at all.

His mind was confused, and he was a little confused about the situation, but Xi Yue was a vulnerable group in his eyes, so he naturally pointed the finger at Shang Ling.

Attributing Shang Ling's abnormal behavior to looking for trouble, Yu Qing, who was lying on Shang Ling's lap, showed beautiful and cold eyes, and the corners of the eyes were raised slightly.

This is a sign before he loses his temper.

Shang Ling only paid attention to Yu Qing's hand.

His hands are beautiful.

His slender, white and tender fingers were extremely delicate, his nail beds were all light pink, and the dark blue blood vessels winding on the back of his hands made his skin as white as jade.

The wrist bones are also very delicate, just coiled around the eye-catching

The bruises on his face were made by him brutally not long ago.

Yu Qing's skin is really tender.

Now being held in the palm of his hand, the soft to the boneless touch is clearer and more intuitive.

It will sink if you touch it casually, and if you rub it with a little force, you will get a red mark that is difficult to fade away.

He who previously avoided Yu Qing's touch, but now he was hooked by Yu Qing's hand, and he was not satisfied.

The dark eyes reflected the tender and delicate little hand, and unconsciously held it with a stronger force.

Yu Qing was calling his name.

Shang Ling couldn't hear anything.

The voice was as deep and straight as before, but there was a little more inexplicable meaning: "Continue to wipe."

he said again.

"Not wiped clean."