The squeamish bag continues to die in the cannon fodder career

The slender legs pressed against the mahogany look even more white, falling on the deep red background, like snow falling in the maple forest.

He saw Yu Qing's knees were crossed by the strong arms of the man, unable to escape, he was locked in his arms again.

The tender white legs hung in the man's arms, rising and falling due to the struggle, and there was an irregular pink tide after repeated friction.

Her hair was messy, her eye sockets were red, and her cold eyes became wet.

The foot was slightly entangled in the air, and because it was hugged back by the man forcefully, it disappeared without a trace.

When they went down the stairs, another calf was pressed against the side column, and the soft calf was pressed down, and the white socks slid down a few inches due to the constant friction and struggle, exposing the delicate ankle and heel.

Yu Qing's feet were small, and the socks didn't fit him well. The more he moved, the more the cotton socks slipped down, showing a dangerous state of falling off at any time.

The pace is one step ahead of the brain to respond, Xi Yue walked up,

Xi Yue stopped and watched the cotton socks fall off from his toes and slowly fall from the second floor.

He reached out and grabbed it, like catching a handful of snow falling from the sky.

The instant aroma drilled into the nostrils.

...How is it fragrant?

Or maybe, Yu Qing seemed to be covered in fragrance.

When Yu Qing approached before, Xi Yue smelled him, which was very unique and unforgettable.

Looking down at the pair of pure white cotton socks, he just wanted to make sure that he was not a pervert, nor did he have any special hobbies.

After raising his hand to sniff, Xi Yue frowned slightly, slightly surprised.

It's really delicious...

With the sound of footsteps from behind, Xi Yue quickly put the cotton socks into his pocket, turned around, and saw Uncle Lin walking slowly.

"The young master said his socks are missing, Mr. Xi, have you seen them?"

"I didn't see it."

Uncle Lin said "ah" and smiled indifferently: "That's all right. Mr. Xi, you can get in the car now. The young master has been calling to see you."

Under the gaze of these gentle and smiling eyes, Xi Yue felt a little embarrassed, as if his despicable behavior just now had been ruthlessly understood.

Still, he didn't want to hand over the spoils in his pocket.

Xi Yue came to the car under the guidance of the servant, someone opened the car door for him, and the cool air came over.

Entering the back seat, before he could see the person on the side, a pair of well-proportioned and tender white legs had already rested on his thighs.

Seemingly feeling uncomfortable with this movement, Yu Qing moved again, so soft that it looked like boneless soft meat, slowly rubbing against Xi Yue's thigh, pressing out a small piece of powdery soft meat.

Xi Yue closed his eyes, his brows and eyes were covered with a cold color, and the emotion under his eyelashes gradually ignited a strange temperature.

After cleaning up his expression thoroughly, he raised his eyelashes and looked at the person on the side.

Yu Qing still had that arrogant expression, the corners of his eyes were slightly turned up, and his chin was raised high, showing a domineering and arrogant look.

It's just that when he makes this expression, it won't make people hate it, it will only make people think that he is born to be loved.

Yu Qing slowly raised his left leg and put his foot into Xi Yue's palm. The warmth from the adult male made him sigh comfortably.

The car fell silent for a moment.

Shang Ling's knuckles in the co-pilot's seat were bent, and he observed every move behind him through the rearview mirror.

Yu Qing was so white that when he put his foot in Xi Yue's hand, there was a sharp color difference.

At the same time, the man's hands are full of aggression and strength, even if they are not doing anything, they seem to be playing.

Seeing that Xi Yue was not moving, Yu Qing slowly crushed Xi Yue's palm with his feet in dissatisfaction.

And because Xi Yue had thin calluses on his palms and fingertips, he felt a little itchy, and the pink tide spread up his toes, like rose juice being gradually soaked.

The air conditioner in the car was fully turned on, but the temperature rose out of thin air, forming a weird heat.

The bad-tempered young master still remembered that when he was carried downstairs by Shang Ling, Xi Yue stood aside and looked on coldly, with no intention of helping at all.

The more he thought about it, the more angry he was, he also stuffed the other foot into Xi Yue's palm, and let Xi Yue hold it up.

Afterwards, the young master arrogantly issued an order: "Use your hands to warm my feet."

Slender and uniform

Cheng's fingers stretched out naturally, and then slowly closed, wrapping the white feet tightly around the palms.

Xi Yue's hand knuckles were protruding, and the color was like cold jade. It was obviously unusually hot, but it was full of coldness when he looked at it.

Yu Qing asked 556 again, how much Xi Yue's disgust is worth now.

556: [Currently 80/100! 】

The disgust value also dropped.

The automatic reminder will only appear when the disgust value fluctuates by more than 5, maybe it will slowly come down.

The hotter the seat was, he didn't respond. Not long after, the sweat from his palms made Yu Qing look up in disgust, "Okay, that's it."

The foot that was about to be stretched back was covered tightly, and Xi Yue even pressed a little harder, making Yu Qing unable to break free.

The strangely warm temperature rolled over the soles of Yu Qing's feet, and he felt very sick, as if he had been maliciously smeared with hot sweat, which was so sticky as hell.

He looked strangely, what is Xi Yue going to do?

"Little Master."

Xi Yue's eyes, which were so calm that there was no wave, always fell on the feet wrapped in the palms, "Your feet are very cold, let me cover them for a while."

Automatic reminder: [The more the protagonist is seated, the disgust value +10, 90/100]

Yu Qing: "?"

He pulled his feet back mercilessly, because he moved in a hurry, the soles of his feet rubbed against his sweaty palms, making a slight wet sound.

The interior of the car is quiet and silent, so that this almost inaudible sound becomes more and more clear. It is amplified and re-amplified in the closed space, as if it is a slight sound close to the ear.

"Do you know why I don't need you to continue?"

He raised his eyes coldly, "Because of you, it's dirty."

His eyes, which can be called charming, are extremely cold and full of contempt, which not only does not damage his temperament, but makes him look even more unattainable.

Xi Yue looked at Kong Luoluo's hand in a daze, feeling depressed and regretful.

Being badly belittled by the bad-tempered young master, he nodded slightly, his pale and cold profile looked a little depressed.

It probably hit Xi Yue's self-esteem, Yu Qing thought so.

However, the automatic reminder sounded again: [The protagonist is more seated, the disgust value is 40, 50/100]

Yu Qing: "..."

He began to doubt the world.