Chapter 64 Extreme Pull
Luo Qinglin couldn't tell whether Jiang Yanyu's words were a lie to coax him or the truth, so he replied with a bland "Really?" and bent down to open the shoe cabinet.
There was no dust in the shoe cabinet, and the old shoes piled up in it had all been cleaned.
There should have been only a pair of white cotton slippers in the cabinet, but now there was a pair of black slippers out of nowhere, which was obviously the work of Jiang Yanyu.
Luo Qinglin took out two pairs of slippers, placed the black pair at Jiang Yanyu's feet, and squatted down to change his shoes.
The surface of his trouser legs and canvas shoes were stained green, and there were pieces of glass stuck in the shoelaces. Luo Qinglin thought for a moment and decided to change his shoes first, then go to the living room to get a trash can and shake the glass shards into it.
"Don't move, sit still." Jiang Yanyu suddenly grabbed Luo Qinglin and said.
Jiang Yanyu took out a folding chair from the shoe cabinet, unfolded it and placed it on the ground, then pressed Luo Qinglin's shoulder to let him sit down.
When he saw Jiang Yanyu squatting down, Luo Qinglin seemed to know what he was going to do, and he unconsciously pulled his legs back.
"Why are you shrinking?" Jiang Yanyu grabbed his ankle and said.
Luo Qinglin's ankle was thin and slender, so Jiang Yanyu could easily hold it with one hand. There was still some space between his palms. If he rubbed his fingers with a little force, it would leave a red mark on the ankle.
"There are glass shards on the shoelaces." Luo Qinglin reminded.
"I know," Jiang Yanyu said, "Don't hurt your hands. Aren't the photographer's hands very important?"
Where did this perverse theory come from?
Even if a photographer's arm is broken, he can still direct others to take pictures.
Luo Qinglin looked away and muttered softly, "It's not a pianist's hand, why should you be so careful?"
Jiang Yanyu held Luo Qinglin's ankle with one hand and the heel of the shoe with the other, gently pulling it down, and quickly helped Luo Qinglin take off his shoes.
As soon as the shoe feet were separated, Luo Qinglin lowered his legs and tried to put on the slippers in a flash.
However, Jiang Yanyu did not let go and still held his ankle and pulled it up, preventing him from putting on his shoes. Luo Qinglin gathered all his strength and exerted force a few more times, but he didn't even touch the surface of the slippers.
"What's wrong again?" Luo Qinglin asked helplessly.
Jiang Yanyu raised his eyes, a sly and ambiguous smile appeared on his face, and asked: "Isn't Mr. Luo a straight man? Why are you wearing white socks?"
He clearly admitted that he was nervous, so why did he joke that he was straight?
Luo Qinglin suspected that Jiang Yanyu would continue to play such teasing jokes until he successfully confessed his feelings.
"Straight men can't wear white socks?" Luo Qinglin retorted, "You are stereotyping and have a superficial understanding of sexual orientation."
"Yes, of course." Jiang Yanyu chuckled and nodded, then said slowly, "But why are you so nervous?"
At some point, Luo Qinglin's toes were all curled up, the arch of his foot tightened, and the instep was stretched into a smooth arc.
"I'm not nervous. My feet usually look like this." Luo Qinglin said stubbornly.
Jiang Yanyu pressed his fingers to the ankle and rubbed it carefully, sometimes using force and sometimes gently, "Really?"
The piercing itch spread from his ankles and crawled to his heart. It seemed that Jiang Yanyu was not scratching his ankles, but his heart.
Luo Qinglin turned his head, pursed his lips tightly, and looked into the living room.
The numbness is like water that is about to fill up a container. It has built up high and is about to burst its head and flow out of the container.
When his eyes fell on the lunch boxes on the coffee table, Luo Qinglin's heart, which had been tightened by the tickling, finally relaxed, as if it had grabbed a rope in mid-air.
"Let go, I'm hungry." Luo Qinglin said in a steady tone.
After he finished speaking, the fingers on his ankle stopped for a moment, and then suddenly pinched inside hard, causing Luo Qinglin to frown in pain.
"hiss......"
Hearing the cry of pain, Jiang Yanyu finally let go of his hand and said, "Sorry, I didn't pay attention to the strength." Although he said it was an apology, there was no trace of apology in his voice.
Luo Qinglin glared at Jiang Yanyu, took off his other shoe himself, and quickly put on his slippers, not giving Jiang Yanyu any chance to tease him.
"Mr. Luo is so sexy in white socks, I can't help it..."
"stop!"
This vixen feels uncomfortable and can't live without talking dirty for a day.
Jiang Yanyu was busy with work a few days ago and had no time to joke with him, so he thought Jiang Yanyu had turned over a new leaf. Who would have thought that after just a few days of peace, this frivolous habit would start to come back again.
Luo Qinglin stood up, picked up his canvas shoes, and strode towards the bathroom.
"Didn't you say you were hungry?" Jiang Yanyu asked after changing into slippers.
"I'll talk to you later."
The bathroom is only a few square meters, with the shower and toilet next to the sink.
After entering the bathroom, Luo Qinglin shook the glass shards on his shoes into the trash can, opened the cabinet under the sink, and skillfully took out the bleach.
This bottle of bleach is brand new and unopened. The cap is tightly closed and wrapped in a layer of plastic. It looks heavy.
But Luo Qinglin remembered that when he left home last time, most of the original bleach had been used up.
Taking off his pants, Luo Qinglin opened the bleach and sprinkled the liquid little by little on the area stained with absinthe.
Putting his pants and shoes in the basin, Luo Qinglin walked into the shower room again.
The shelf was nailed to the wall, and on it were placed his frequently used shower gel and shampoo, but they were all brand new and had never been unpacked.
The things in the house are all in their original places and seemingly unchanged, but in fact, each one has been quietly replaced.
My heart felt a little soft, as if it was soaked in warm water.
"Why did Mr. Luo stay in the bathroom for so long? Is he doing something bad behind my back?" Jiang Yanyu's voice suddenly rang out.
The feeling of being touched did not last for a few seconds before it was shattered by Jiang Yanyu's teasing. Luo Qinglin pulled his hair, sighed helplessly, and finally walked towards the living room.
As soon as he stepped through the door, Luo Qinglin suddenly realized that something was wrong.
He just took off his pants, but didn't take a change of pants into the bathroom! Luo Qinglin quickly retreated into the bathroom and slammed the door shut.
"What's wrong?" Jiang Yanyu's voice gradually approached and soon reached the door.
Luo Qinglin slapped his forehead, regretting it deeply. "Can you, can you go to the bedroom and get me a pair of pants?"
"Pants?" Jiang Yanyu asked with an ambiguous smile, "Did you really do something bad in there? And in such a short time?"
"No!" Luo Qinglin urged, "My pajamas are on the second floor of the closet."
"Got it." Jiang Yanyu stopped teasing him as the sound of footsteps gradually faded away outside the door.
After a while, there was a knock on the bathroom door.
Luo Qinglin opened the door a crack, stretched out his hand, and motioned Jiang Yanyu to put the pants in his hand.
After taking the pants, Luo Qinglin quickly closed the door.
The pants were crumpled into a ball. Luo Qinglin grabbed a corner and shook it open, only to find that it was a pair of black sweatpants that were ridiculously short.
Luo Qinglin was sure that these were not his pants. Only Jiang Yanyu would wear such pants and show off.
"Mr. Luo, please change quickly. If you don't come out, the food will get cold."
Jiang Yanyu walked back to the sofa in front of the coffee table and sat down, and urged: "I also ordered your favorite glutinous rice balls and sweet wine."
A disgusting vixen.
Luo Qinglin cursed inwardly, but finally put on his pants.
The sweatpants were too short and didn't even cover half of Luo Qinglin's thighs. They were baggy. He pulled his trouser legs down, then pushed the door and walked out.
The skin on Luo Qinglin's legs is smooth and almost hairless, and his legs are well-proportioned, slender and fair.
Although Luo Qinglin hated exercise, there was a thin layer of muscle on his thighs that expanded and contracted with his steps.
His throat suddenly felt a little itchy, and Jiang Yanyu's gaze moved from his ankles all the way up to his slightly red knees.
Luo Qinglin did not go to the bathroom to change into a new pair of pants, but went straight to sit on the sofa, throwing his two slippers onto the ground.
Jiang Yanyu glanced at his feet hanging in the air and asked, "Why did you take off your shoes?"
Luo Qinglin spread his legs wide, with one leg pulled up and the other leg hanging naturally.
"Didn't you just say that white socks are sexy? Now, are they sexy enough?" Luo Qinglin shook his feet in white socks and asked coldly.
The pants were already short, and when the legs were spread apart, the trouser legs slid up, revealing a large area of fair skin.
The itchiness in his throat became more and more severe, even turning into dryness. Jiang Yanyu swallowed silently to relieve the thirst in his throat.
"Mr. Jiang, why don't you answer my question?" Luo Qinglin pointed his toes at Jiang Yanyu and shook them, asking provocatively.
Hearing this, Jiang Yanyu's eyes darkened. He threw away the knife and fork in his hand, stood up and looked down at Luo Qinglin.
"Mr. Luo is gentle to others. Bai Shengyun made you so angry, but you still wanted to apologize. Why do you become cold and indifferent when it comes to me?"
Luo Qinglin opened his innocent peach blossom eyes and said as a matter of course: "Because others won't make me panic."
This was the second time Luo Qinglin said this. He spoke haltingly the last time, but this time he was calm and composed. He even raised his eyebrows provocatively.
Jiang Yanyu sneered, leaned down to look Luo Qinglin in the eye, and asked, "Aren't you a straight man? Why are you so nervous?"
"I'm just nervous, not moved. How come I'm not a straight man?" Luo Qinglin retorted.
Luo Qinglin made up his mind that if he didn't silence the vixen today, he would have no peace for the next month in Paris.
Jiang Yanyu seemed to be defeated by his logic. She pursed her lips and remained silent for a long time.
The atmosphere was stagnant and the conversation came to a standstill.
Just as Luo Qinglin was celebrating in his heart that the vixen had been humiliated, Jiang Yanyu suddenly pulled one of his hands, turned him over, and made him kneel on the sofa.
This vixen couldn't win the argument, so she resorted to force!
Luo Qinglin placed his other hand on the back of the sofa, trying to stand up and break free from the shackles.
But before he could exert any force, Jiang Yanyu grabbed that hand and twisted it behind his back along with the other hand.
"Let go." Luo Qinglin said while struggling.
Jiang Yanyu grabbed his wrist with one hand and his right ankle with the other and said, "You are not straight? It shouldn't be a problem for homosexuals to touch each other, right?"
Jiang Yanyu used his right hand to pull Luo Qinglin's right leg to the side, and pressed his left knee on his left calf to prevent him from struggling.
"Didn't you just ask me if that was sexy enough?"
Jiang Yanyu pressed her body forward, covered Luo Qinglin's back and said, "Mr. Luo is sexy now. It makes me feel itchy."
The author has something to say:
Jiang Yanyu: I can't beat you in an argument, but can't I just take action?
Luo Qinglin: Oh no, I was careless!
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