Chapter 15 Good Boss (×) Good Husband (√) “Fuck, so soft…
With Feng Ji around, Qi Yu originally thought that he would suffer from insomnia, or even be unable to sleep at all, and would stay up all night until dawn.
But unexpectedly, this was the most comfortable sleep he had had in a while.
There was no difficulty falling asleep, no trouble being half asleep, and no continuous dreams. He just closed his eyes, sharing his bed and quilt with a man, listening to the man's steady breathing, and his eyelids became heavier and heavier...
Until the breathing of the person next to him became shallow and even, the man who had kept his eyes closed in the darkness suddenly opened his eyelids and turned his head to look over.
Before Qi Yu fell asleep, he had been lying properly on the pillow, and the distance between them was large enough for another person to sleep.
When Qi Yu woke up, Feng Ji was afraid of scaring him, so he kept the same posture and didn't even move. Now that Qi Yu was asleep, he moved his stiff body and turned over to move closer.
The young man slept with his back to him, his body slightly curled up, his shoulders covering half of his face, leaving Feng Ji with only a furry, round back of his head.
When Assistant Qi was a child, his parents must have given him a round head when he slept. In Feng Ji's eyes, even the back of Qi Yu's head is cuter than others.
After staring at the porcelain-white earlobe in front of him for a long time, the man slowly stretched out his hand, moving very slowly, as if he was afraid of waking her up. He gently crossed the waist, hugged the soft belly with his big hand, and with a little force, the sleeping young man was turned over and rolled into the man's hot chest.
In her sleep, the person in her arms uttered a very soft mumbling in her sleep, and then, with an extremely dependent look, she leaned her face back into the man's arms.
Instantly, Feng Ji's nose was filled with only Qi Yu's refreshing fragrance. He lowered his head and inhaled intoxicatedly.
They were both men, so was Qi Yu the reincarnation of a flower fairy? Otherwise, why would it be so fragrant? No matter how he held it in his arms and sniffed it, he still couldn't get enough.
Feeling the fullness in his arms, Feng Ji felt that he was not a good boss.
No good boss would have such a passionate desire for his subordinates, and no good boss would lock his subordinates tightly in his arms while they are sleeping, as if they are living together.
He is not a good boss.
Feng Ji thought.
But if Qi Yu is willing, then he would be a good boyfriend.
No.
Good husband.
…
…
Qi Yu slept very deeply, as if he wanted to make up for the energy he had lost during this period. Even though he went to bed early last night, it was already bright when he woke up.
Half asleep, he habitually raised his hand to check his watch. The sleep log clearly recorded the time he fell asleep, which was a whopping 12 hours!
Now I really slept well.
He put his hand down, yawned lightly, and prepared to get up to make himself a simple breakfast and then deal with work news.
However, as he stood up, his lower abdomen was pressed back by a restraint. Qi Yu was stunned for a moment, and after lifting the quilt and looking carefully, he found that it was a muscular arm that was holding him.
He slept in the same bed with Feng Ji last night. He was so sleepy that his mind was not working properly and he completely forgot about the matter.
I didn't remember it and didn't feel it, but now that I'm awake, the hot man's body behind me twisted slightly when Qi Yu struggled, and the touch became clearer and clearer.
In an instant, Qi Yu's mind sketched out the posture of the two people at this moment.
Feng Ji put one hand around his waist, and his back was pressed tightly against the other's thick and hot abdominal muscles, even the knee pits were tightly filled by the man's bent knees.
This posture usually only appears in cohabiting couples, legal couples, and sex partners in intimate scenes after checking into a hotel.
But they are superiors and subordinates, boss and assistant, man and man.
Qi Yu felt a little numb in the head, and his lower back, which was pressed so tightly against his waist, felt extremely numb.
But he was still sleeping on his own pillow, even crossing the center line between the two pillows.
So it can be seen from this that Feng Ji was the first to post it.
Qi Yu had no way of telling whether Feng Ji had done this on purpose or had unconsciously clung to him while asleep. The most important thing he had to do now was to free himself from Feng Ji's embrace without waking him up.
It would be fine if he was the only one awake at this time, but if Feng Ji also woke up and saw their current situation, Qi Yu couldn't even imagine how embarrassing the scene would be.
He would be embarrassed, to say the least.
He first tried to pry the man's arm, trying to loosen that strong and powerful arm.
However, even when Feng Ji was asleep, Qi Yu could not shake his arm strength. He pulled and tugged at it for a long time, but the arm was still firmly wrapped around his waist, not loosening at all.
Feng Ji was not woken up by him, and Qi Yu was tired of trying to wake him up himself.
He kept this posture and leaned back on the soft pillow, breathing slightly and staring at the bedside table in a daze.
Aren't the hands and feet of people who are asleep usually limp and can be moved at will? Why is it that Feng Ji's hands are like they were cast into his body with cement, not moving an inch at all?
He was doubting his life, while behind him, the person who had initiated this action was still lying peacefully on his side with his eyes closed. But if Qi Yu had eyes on the back of his head, he would have noticed that the person who seemed to be sleeping soundly had the corners of his lips raised, and even the curve of his lips was filled with a hidden joy.
In the room, besides the sounds of their intertwined breathing, the only sound was the rustling of the quilt as Qi Yu propped himself up.
Since Feng Ji couldn't move it, he had to try from his own body.
Feng Ji is tough, but he is also soft.
Inhale, contract your abdomen, and hold your breath.
Qi Yu tried his best to push himself up, escaping from the man's control at an extremely slow pace.
His tightened abdomen created a narrow gap between him and his arms. As his waist and abdomen separated, Qi Yu soon discovered another difficulty.
It was his abdomen that was just clamped, and after he tightened his abdomen, he created a little space for himself, so his waist and abdomen could be moved up smoothly.
But now, this gap has been filled by his butt.
Feeling the heat generated by the friction between her buttocks and the abdominal muscles of the man behind her, Qi Yu's body stiffened. The joy that she had originally felt at being out of trouble was instantly wiped out, replaced by anger at her buttocks.
He is a man, and all the flesh he has is on his butt. Now his escape route is blocked because his butt is too raised. Isn't this a bit outrageous?
I was stabbed in the back for no apparent reason.
Qi Yu closed his eyes, and his usually calm face was suddenly filled with shame and anger.
But things have come to this point. He can't just give up halfway and put himself back into Feng Ji's arms just because his butt is stuck, right?
Qi Yu pursed his lips and looked back at the person behind him in this awkward posture.
The face is calm, the eyebrows are relaxed, and the breathing is slow.
It seemed that she was not affected by his actions at all and was still immersed in her own sweet dream.
The sleep quality is really good.
Qi Yu muttered silently in his heart, and then thought that no matter how raised his butt was, it was still soft, and as long as he used a little force, it would definitely come out.
So he made up his mind, exerted force on his abdomen, and supported himself with his hands, pulling upwards with all his strength.
The expected scene of breaking free from the restraints did not happen, because just as he exerted force and the tip of his buttocks rubbed against the man's abdominal muscles, the arm that had been motionless suddenly tightened for some reason, and the palm grasped his hips, pulling Qi Yu back.
He struggled for a long time and finally managed to stretch out half of his body, but it was easily pulled back in just a moment.
His back rested against the burning chest again. Behind him, the man's breathing rate was obviously much heavier than before. Qi Yu was startled, guessing that Feng Ji must have woken up. In a flash, he quickly closed his eyes.
The only option now is to pretend to be asleep.
But soon, Qi Yu could no longer pretend.
In a few breaths, something secretly arched up, and its presence was very strong, pressing against the area between his lower back and buttocks. Almost instantly, he was startled so much that he opened his eyes and turned his head to look.
Feng Ji woke up, but there was no trace of sleep in his eyes. As their eyes met, the hand holding his hip gently squeezed. Qi Yu's body trembled, and he hurriedly shouted, "Boss Feng!"
Feng Ji finally loosened his grip around his waist, seemingly waking from a dream. He stepped back, looking embarrassed. "I always like to hold something when I sleep. I've corrected this habit before, but I didn't expect to do it again when I came to your house."
Holding him so tightly was actually a historical relic. What else could Qi Yu say now? He could only utter a few words through gritted teeth, "It's okay..."
Hearing his answer, Feng Ji propped himself up and sat up from the bed. He glanced down casually and said calmly to Qi Yu, "Can I borrow your guest bathroom?"
Qi Yu: "...Please do as you please."
Feng Ji got out of bed with his back to him, left the room in his slippers, and closed the door behind him.
The guest bathroom is not far from the master bedroom and can be reached in a few steps.
He entered and locked the door in one go. Feng Ji looked down at the place where he showed off his power. He didn't even bother to pay attention to him. Instead, he lifted the hem of his pajamas, reached in, and touched the abdominal muscles that had just been rubbed by Qi Yu's buttocks.
The palm that brushed across the skin tightened inch by inch, and the breathing became heavier, as if he was savoring the intoxicating touch.
The man gasped and couldn't help but curse in a low voice:
"grass."
"So soft."
The author has something to say:
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Mr. Feng: What’s this? My wife’s drumstick. Pinch it! What’s this? My wife’s drumstick. Pinch it! What’s this? My wife’s drumstick. Pinch it! What’s this? My wife’s drumstick. Pinch it! What’s this? My wife’s drumstick. Pinch it!
Yuzai: [roll eyes][question mark][cracked][melted]
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