Chapter 101 What do abdominal muscles feel like?

It only took a few seconds to do this series of movements.

He did not ask, as if it was a very natural movement.

After putting her hands on his waist, he did not say anything, but lifted his legs and kicked off the bike.

When Xia Qingying reacted, her hands were already around his waist.

Although he was wearing a crisp military uniform and there was no possibility of any skin contact, the action of hugging his waist was indeed very ambiguous in this era.

But Xia Qingying was a person of the world after all, and she was not overly shy and reserved. Since he took the initiative to let her hug him, she had no psychological burden and naturally hugged him. After all, this way she could sit more steadily.

What she didn't expect was that he had such a strong body and such a narrow waist.

Sitting behind him, her eyes fell on his broad back, her hands on his waist, Xia Qingqing had an intuitive visual and tactile feeling of the phrase "broad shoulders and narrow waist" for the first time.

At this moment, her mind involuntarily emerged the image of him taking off his vest when he pulled her out of the river when they first met:

strong body, tight abdomen, distinct muscles, despite long-term training, but the skin is not dark, but a healthy wheat color, inverted triangle body, attractive mermaid line, simply perfect.

If it were in the real world, the mere action of taking off the vest would be enough to instantly kill a group of handsome young men and charm a large number of young ladies.

Now, hugging his waist, Xia Qingqing was surprised that she could still feel the firmness of his abdomen through the thick cloth.

What a pity, if he didn't wear a military uniform today, would she be able to touch the legendary abdominal muscles?

She didn't have any evil thoughts, she was just simply curious. In the past, she always heard her classmates in the dormitory talk about how attractive the PE students with eight-pack abs and six-pack abs were. After hearing so much, she was always curious about what it would feel like to touch those muscles.

Just as Xia Qingxi was daydreaming, she heard Lu Jingxie's usual cool and steady voice:

"We're here."

"Ah?" Xia Qingxi was thinking about Lu Jingxie's "abdominal muscles" when her thoughts were suddenly interrupted by him. She felt like she had done something bad and was caught by the person involved. She hurriedly replied with a guilty conscience:

"Oh, okay."

After a moment, she took her hand off Lu Jingxie's waist and jumped out of the car.

After releasing her hand from his waist, Lu Jingxie's abdomen was obviously not as tense as before, and his muscles also relaxed.

Xia Qingxiang didn't notice his movements. Her eyes were focused on the front. She saw a very steep slope in front. It was obviously impossible to ride a bicycle with a person on it. No wonder Lu Jingxiang stopped here.

Lu Jingxiang pushed the bicycle in front and Xia Qingxiang followed behind. After walking over the steep slope, the front became wide and flat, and a dozen bungalows suddenly appeared in front of them.

The houses were new and old, and they were not concentrated together. They were scattered around, and there was a large courtyard in the middle, similar to the threshing ground in my hometown.

There were seven or eight little boys playing games in the courtyard. Each child held a pistol made of reeds in his hand. They were chasing each other, shouting and killing.

Seeing the strangers coming, the children who were playing stopped and looked at the two curiously, but their eyes fell on Lu Jingchen.

It was not surprising, because the children were not old enough to pay attention to beautiful girls. Now they were more interested in Lu Jingchen's military uniform and the cart he was pushing. They

should be almost there. Lu Jingchen did not let Xia Qingxi sit in the cart again, but pushed the cart forward. Xia Qingxi, who was following behind him, accidentally found a little boy who was different when passing by the children.

He looked to be about seven or eight years old, with more patches on his clothes than other children, and he had very little hair, which was yellow.

He also held a reed pistol in his hand, but he did not play games with the group of children. He just squatted quietly not far away, watching other children play, with envy and desire in his eyes.

Although he did not look indifferent, Xia Qingying inexplicably felt that this child had a kind of loneliness that did not belong to this age.

Just as Lu Jingchen passed by the child, the child seemed to have noticed something, turned his head and looked at him, his eyes fixed on his military uniform, and suddenly there was some different emotions on his face.

Although Xia Qingying felt that it was a little unusual, he did not ask anything rashly, and followed Lu Jingchen past the child.

After the two of them walked away, a boy with two snotty noses suddenly asked the older boy beside him who was wearing a dirty blue and white striped sailor suit and had a pot-lid cut:

"Brother Xiao Ming, that big uncle just now couldn't be Bald Zeng's father, right? I saw a photo of his father hanging on the wall of their house, and he was wearing the same clothes."

"Impossible, my mother said his father died a long time ago and it's impossible for him to come back." The pot-lid cut said with a big brother look.

"Oh." The boy with two snotty noses nodded, and was a little confused: "But I think they look alike."

"Oh, I told you that the dead can't come back, and you still ask so many questions, do you still want to play?" The pot-lid cut was a little impatient and his voice became a little higher.

"Yes, yes." The boy with snotty noses said hurriedly.

"Then it's your turn to be a devil this time..."

At this time, Xia Qinggui followed Lu Jingjing and stopped in front of a house. She found that this was one of the few brick and tile houses in this area, and most of the others were earth-walled houses.

The door of the house was open, and it was obvious that someone was at home. Lu Jingjing did not go in rashly, but stood outside the door and shouted in a deep voice:

"Sister-in-law."

After a long while, there was no movement in the house. Just when he was about to shout, a woman slowly walked out of the house. The woman was about forty years old, a little short, wearing a red plaid dress with no patches on her clothes.

She looked at Lu Jingchen and then at Xia Qingliu who was standing behind him. She looked at him without hesitation. After a while, she raised her voice and asked,

"Who are you? Who are you looking for?"