Chapter 130 Games
Étincelle's couture dress is more like a long, winding ribbon than a skirt, with some places barely sewn together and hollowed out everywhere.
From the time his shirt buttons were undone one by one to the time the ribbon was wrapped tightly around him from back to front, Luo Qinglin stood obediently and did not resist.
Deep red, with a cleavage at the back and a peach shape, a black satin ribbon wrapped from top to bottom, gradually forming a hollow skirt, and finally tied at the right thigh.
As if dissatisfied with Luo Qinglin's tightly closed lips and forbearing performance, Jiang Yanyu untied the knot again and used half of his strength to pull it to both sides, making his fair skin turn red.
"hiss......"
Feeling a tight pain in his right leg, Luo Qinglin curled up his fingers and gripped the fur on the sofa. His upper body trembled slightly, and his exposed shoulder blades fluttered like a pair of small wings.
Hearing the cry of pain, Jiang Yanyu's eyes were filled with excitement, like a thirsty traveler drinking sweet wine. He smiled with satisfaction, reduced his strength, and tied the loose knot again.
"Be good, turn around and let me see you." Jiang Yanyu said while hooking the ribbon.
Luo Qinglin covered his chest, turned around slowly, half leaned on the back of the sofa, and raised his head to look at Jiang Yanyu.
"Take your hands away." Jiang Yanyu said.
Luo Qinglin pursed his lips, took his hand away, and rested his palm on the sofa.
The silk was wrapped tightly, and without the cover of hands, tiny protrusions appeared on the black fabric, looming, like mountains hiding in the clouds.
The hem of the skirt was opened wide on both sides, and the opening continued to the waist. The fabric could not cover the full peaches, and the white panties were completely exposed.
The exposed white cotton cloth looks abrupt and out of place with the skirt, seriously disrupting the beauty of the skirt.
Jiang Yanyu frowned slightly, tugged at the cotton cloth, and said dissatisfiedly: "Take it off."
Luo Qinglin's breath was choked, and he looked away, avoiding Jiang Yanyu's scorching gaze. He did not answer, but just held the edge with his hand and pulled it down without saying a word.
Soon, the white cotton cloth fell to the ground.
Perhaps it was due to psychological effects, Luo Qinglin felt cold all over, there was wind everywhere, and his shoulders were shivering.
Jiang Yanyu squatted down, picked up the white cotton cloth on the floor, put it in the palm of his hand and rubbed it gently.
The slender fingers gently swept across the gaps in the fabric, from the edge to the inside, as if playing with a precious little toy.
"Stop playing," Luo Qinglin couldn't help but say, "It's not clean."
"What's unclean about it?" Jiang Yanyu stood up, slowly moved his hand holding the cloth towards his nose, his eyes full of provocation.
The cloth was only one centimeter away from touching the tip of his nose when Luo Qinglin finally couldn't bear it anymore. He pulled Jiang Yanyu's hand away and forced him to stop his absurd behavior.
"I'm so cold," Luo Qinglin said softly, with pleading eyes, "I want to be hugged."
cold?
Jiang Yanyu raised his eyebrows, looked at the redness on Luo Qinglin's cheeks, reached out to touch his hand, and clearly felt a burning heat.
Knowing that Luo Qinglin was lying and that he was not feeling unwell, Jiang Yanyu felt relieved and deliberately asked, "Where is it cold?"
"I'm cold all over. Can you hug me?" Afraid that Jiang Yanyu would really put the cloth in his hand to his nose and smell it, Luo Qinglin leaned into his arms and looked at him with his innocent peach blossom eyes.
Jiang Yanyu remained unmoved. He used his arms to push the cloth back. Luo Qinglin's resistance was so small that it could be ignored.
"No, you know what I like to hear." Jiang Yanyu said as he moved.
"Please, Brother Yanyu," Luo Qinglin hurriedly said loudly as the cloth got closer to his nose, "Please hug me."
After saying this, his hand finally stopped midway and no longer moved closer.
Luo Qinglin exhaled softly, pressed his face against Jiang Yanyu's chest, shrank into his arms unilaterally, and begged, "Hug me quickly, please?"
Jiang Yanyu lowered his eyes and looked at the canary trembling in his arms. Even the hair on his head was shaking. Then he threw away the cloth and sat on the sofa with Luo Qinglin in his arms.
The warmth passed through his palm and gently caressed his back. Luo Qinglin turned sideways and sat on his sturdy legs, with his bare feet hanging in the air.
The hand seemed to be bored and restless, and it moved all the way down to the ankle, grasped it, and twisted it gently.
An Jing stayed in Jiang Yanyu's arms for a few minutes. Her ankles were tickled by the touch. Luo Qinglin kicked his feet slightly and asked urgently, "Where are the photos I want? Where are they?"
Dissatisfied with Luo Qinglin's struggle, Jiang Yanyu tightened his fingers, deliberately pinched him hard, and pulled his left leg towards the drawer under the coffee table.
The legs are separated for ventilation.
The fabric at the hem shrunk up and was almost unable to cover it. Luo Qinglin quickly pulled the hem of the skirt down with his hands, and it was barely able to cover it.
"It's all in the drawer," Jiang Yanyu grabbed Luo Qinglin's free hand and put it in his ear, "Be good, how do you want to take it?"
"You're so 'cold', if I let you go down to get it, the baby will definitely be frozen." Jiang Yanyu deliberately asked, "Do you want me to help you get it?"
Luo Qinglin knew that Jiang Yanyu was teasing him. As long as he pretended to be angry and resisted, he would soon get what he wanted.
He could have bent down to take the photo and ignored Jiang Yanyu's teasing, but he just didn't want to. Luo Qinglin thought that maybe he himself was a pervert, and he and Jiang Yanyu were a perfect match.
"I need my brother to help me get it." Luo Qinglin replied in a low voice.
Pleased by Luo Qinglin's obedience, Jiang Yanyu chuckled, "mercifully" loosened his ankles, and opened the drawer door.
All the photos in the drawer were placed upside down. Luo Qinglin leaned over and tried to take a look at one, but he couldn't see any.
Jiang Yanyu casually pulled out a photo, glanced at it, and then turned it over in his palm, deliberately not showing it to Luo Qinglin.
"Be good, guess when this photo of me was taken? If you guess right, I'll show it to you. If you guess wrong..." Jiang Yanyu said in a low voice, "You will be punished, 3, 2..."
The countdown suddenly began, and Luo Qinglin quickly made up a number, "25 years old."
Bang!
The palm landed heavily on the ankle, causing Luo Qinglin so much pain that he wanted to curl up his feet to avoid it, but he was quickly held down.
"You're wrong. Guess again." Jiang Yanyu's voice was filled with laughter, as if he was extremely happy.
"2, 24 years old."
"Wrong again."
This time the palm landed on the calf with greater force than last time, and the muscles on the calf trembled slightly.
"23 years old." Bang!
"22 years old." Bang!
"21 years old." Bang!
......
Luo Qinglin guessed forward regularly, but was wrong every time and was punished.
The whole leg felt like it was burning with pain, and there were obvious finger marks from bottom to top, like light pink petals embedded in the skin, scattered and intertwined.
"If bb guesses wrong again this time, you should be punished somewhere else." Jiang Yanyu reminded with a smile.
Luo Qinglin lowered her head, looked at her palm on the hem of her skirt, and said in a trembling voice, "16 years old."
After saying that, Luo Qinglin immediately closed his eyes, waiting for the punishment to come, but after waiting for several seconds, the expected pain did not come.
"You guessed it right, the baby is so great." Jiang Yanyu turned the photo over, placed it in Luo Qinglin's palm, and kissed him lightly on the cheek.
Not used to not being punished, Luo Qinglin was stunned for a moment before opening his eyes, staring dazedly at the "gift" he had been longing for in his hand.
Jiang Yanyu in the photo is very thin. It must have been taken in the summer. He is only wearing a vest and short sweatpants, and his hands and legs are covered with dazzling tattoos.
His eyes were the same as in the photo JL gave him, gloomy, amber eyes full of hatred, as if he wanted to be his enemy against the whole world.
Jiang Yanyu had more tattoos than he imagined, even his neck was covered with dense skulls and broken crosses.
Luo Qinglin turned his head and looked at Jiang Yanyu's now fair and flawless skin again, and asked, "Why did you want to wash off the tattoo?"
"Do you like me with tattoos?" Jiang Yanyu asked back.
Every time he was asked this kind of question, Jiang Yanyu became very alert and would not answer. He would not feel at ease until he was sure that Luo Qinglin liked the way he was now.
Luo Qinglin smiled, pecked Jiang Yanyu on the lips, and said soothingly: "No, I like you the way you are now."
Sure enough, Jiang Yanyu got the answer before replying: "Lincheng No. 1 Middle School does not allow students to have tattoos. I have to wash off my tattoos before I can enroll."
Luo Qinglin quietly observed Jiang Yanyu's expression.
When Jiang Yanyu lies, his tone always goes from low to high, and people always think he is telling the truth, because the more they listen, the more their emotions will be aroused and they will believe it.
Luo Qinglin knew that he was hiding something, and whenever he mentioned the past, he never told the truth.
But Luo Qinglin still nodded as if he believed it, and turned sideways to place the photo on the coffee table. However, he did not take the opportunity to steal the photo from the drawer, but obediently retreated into Jiang Yanyu's arms.
Looking at the obedient person in his arms, Jiang Yanyu felt a slight itch in his throat, and asked along his hair, "Do you still want to play games?"
"Let's play," Luo Qinglin raised his head, his peach blossom eyes slightly curved, and took the initiative to hold Jiang Yanyu's hand and put it on the ankle, "I still want to play."
Luo Qinglin's eyes are always bright, as if sprinkled with fine soft light, beautiful and innocent, and gentle even when angry.
These eyes seemed to have magical power, which aroused Jiang Yanyu's possessiveness. As a result, his fingers suddenly tightened and pinched her ankles hard, wanting to see a different expression in these eyes.
But no matter how hard he tried, there was only a hint of pain in Luo Qinglin's eyes, and the remaining nine points were all naked love, as gentle as a clear spring that had been exposed to the sun all day in midsummer.
Confirming the boundless love, Jiang Yanyu smiled with satisfaction and took out another photo...
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By sunset, the game has been played countless times.
The waves swallowed up half of the setting sun, leaving only a half ray of red light, shining on the sea.
The dozens of photos on the coffee table looked like trophies, from Jiang Yanyu's birth to her adolescence, and then to this year's Fashion Week.
Tiny sobs lingered in the cabin.
Maybe it was because of tears, or sweat, or something else, there was a slightly deeper water stain on the hem of her skirt.
"Luo Qinglin, do you still want to play like this?" Jiang Yanyu placed his fingers on the deep red skin and tapped them lightly and rhythmically.
Wiping away the tears from Luo Qinglin's eyes, Jiang Yanyu asked: "Do you still like me in this case?"
My legs seemed to have lost all other senses of touch, and there was only a burning pain.
Luo Qinglin sobbed softly, his shoulders trembling slightly, and he said intermittently: "Happy."
After getting the answer, Jiang Yanyu said excitedly like a well-fed fox: "Do you want to play more? You still have a lot of photos to get."
Luo Qinglin turned his head and looked at the hundreds of photos left in the drawer, sobbing even harder.
"Tomorrow," Luo Qinglin sobbed, "Let's play tomorrow, okay?"
Hearing this, Jiang Yanyu stopped smiling and said "not good" in a deliberately cold voice. He then stood up holding Luo Qinglin, took out the photos from the drawer, and pretended to throw them into the trash can.
"No!" Luo Qinglin hurriedly grabbed his hand, tears falling like beads, "Keep playing, I want to play, brother."
Jiang Yanyu just wanted to tease him and didn't intend to continue. She didn't expect Luo Qinglin to react so strongly.
"Okay," Jiang Yanyu put his hand on his ankle again, "Then keep guessing, 3, 2..."
"Ten, fifteen years old." Luo Qinglin said randomly and closed his eyes tightly.
However, this time, no punishment came, only a gentle kiss on the forehead.
"Silly boy, the rest of the photos are yours. From now on, the new me every day," Jiang Yanyu said, holding up her trembling hair, "will also be yours."
The author has something to say:
Jiang Yanyu: I have my wife under my control (secretly delighted)
Luo Qinglin: So this is how you can get eternal love (it’s so simple)
Author: Actually, it was just a couple coaxing each other.
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