Intimate posture

At noon, the sun was blazing, making it hard to breathe. There was no wind and no birds singing, but the fields were still dark and people were bending over to work for the harvest in the second half of the year.

After asking for leave from the team leader, Fan Yanxing wiped the sweat from his forehead and hurried back along the mountain path. The sunlight shone through the branches of the big trees, casting distinct black and white shadows on the ground. He kept his eyes fixed and walked faster.

Finally, he crossed the fields and entered the village. There was silence between the houses. There was not a single person on the road. Only occasionally did he see some old people and children enjoying the cool in some yards.

The gate was unlocked, so he easily sneaked into the Liang family's yard. He glanced at the half-open door, his eyes deepened, and was about to go there, but he stopped when he thought of something. He reached out and tugged at the collar of his shirt, lowered his head and smelled it.

The smell of sweat was not very strong.

But when he thought of Liang Qingqing's clean nature and what he was going to do later, he turned back to the room to find a new set of clothes, then quietly went to the backyard to take a simple shower, and then pushed open the door.

With a "click", the door was locked.

The man who was lying on the pillow reading the manuscript was startled and almost dropped the book on the ground.

Fan Yanxing raised his eyelids and looked over, and his breathing stagnated instantly.

It was hot in the summer, and Liang Qingqing had always been a cool person. Now that she was in her room and no one was at home, she rolled up her loose pants until her thighs were rooted, exposing her jade-like long legs completely. Her calves were raised high, and her crescent-shaped feet seemed to be frightened and curled up.

With two or three buttons of her indigo jacket unbuttoned, her slender neck and delicate collarbone were visible, and below was a full and undulating body, with a faint white ravine visible.

Her posture was casual, and she didn't know when the corner of her clothes had rubbed against it, and a small section of her slender waist was so white that it was eye-catching.

"Why are you back?" Her voice was trembling, and she was a little bit unbelievable. It was not long after work started, and Fan Yanxing should still be on the mountain. How could he suddenly appear here?

Liang Qingqing was completely unprepared, and there was still confusion on her pretty face. Her long hair was tied up with a rubber band, revealing her smooth forehead. She was bare-faced, but her eyebrows and eyes were naturally beautiful, and she was still beautiful as if she walked out of a painting. It was not

until she met Fan Yanxing's deep eyes that she reacted, glanced at the locked door again, and subconsciously moved half an inch to the inside of the bed. However, she didn't know how much this action looked like a reluctant welcome in the eyes of the man.

The gloom in Fan Yanxing's eyes deepened. He had never thought that he would encounter such a "sexy" scene. His expression became unnatural at this moment. He clenched his fists and then released them. The words he had prepared for a long time came to his lips but he couldn't say them. His protruding Adam's apple rolled for a while and finally turned into a light cough.

"I took a leave and came back." Fan Yanxing's eyes moved half an inch away and fell on the table by the window. His mind recalled the ridiculous scene with her not long ago. The pink tips of his ears slowly turned red.

It turned out that he took a leave. As for what he took a leave to do... no one knew better than her.

Liang Qingqing pursed her lips guiltily. Just as she was about to say something, she saw him staring at a certain place absentmindedly. She immediately followed his gaze curiously. After seeing the table, a small area of ​​skin on her back instantly became hot, and her fingers couldn't help but clench the bed sheet.

The kiss mark he left that day took four or five days to disappear!

Fortunately, it was in a place that no one could see, otherwise she would really be too embarrassed to see anyone.

Thinking of this, Liang Qingqing glared at him angrily and said unhappily: "Then why did you come to my room? And locked the door! Get out quickly!"

This sentence pulled Fan Yanxing out of his memories. He clenched his fist against his lips, adjusted his thoughts and then stepped forward. As he approached, he said helplessly: "Qingqing, you have been hiding from me for so many days, you should at least give me a chance to admit your mistakes?"

She refused to give in, so he could only be tough and take the initiative.

"Who, who is hiding from you?" Liang Qingqing shrank back again, watching Fan Yanxing approaching, she inexplicably felt a sense of danger, and hurriedly stopped him: "Just stand there, don't come over."

Fan Yanxing stood there obediently, but the room was so small, and he was only half a step away from her bed.

"Really not hiding from me?"

The faint smile on his lips looked bitter no matter how you looked at it. Liang Qingqing's eyes rolled around, her eyes were erratic, but she still remembered why she was hiding from him, and she pretended to be angry and snorted: "Really, fake, what's the big deal."

"Important, anything about you is important."

Where did he learn these sweet words? Liang Qingqing felt her ears burning just listening to them! It was so corny that it made her shiver all over.

However, everyone likes to hear nice words, and she is no exception. After hearing that, she couldn't help but raise the corners of her lips. Who knew that he saw this point, seized the opportunity and sat on the edge of the bed, stretched out his big hand and accurately grasped her fingers, holding them firmly in his palm.

Liang Qingqing widened her eyes. She didn't expect Fan Yanxing to climb up along the pole without any shame, but she didn't want to really quarrel with him. After pretending to struggle for a few times, she simply let him hold it.

The distance between the two people became closer and closer because of Fan Yanxing's approach. At this time, Liang Qingqing smelled a pleasant smell of soap. She sniffed, thought of something, and her eyes fell on him.

Fan Yanxing was still explaining what happened that day, his sexy thin lips opened and closed, but Liang Qingqing didn't hear a word.

He must have just finished a shower, the short hair behind his neck was still wet, one or two drops of water slid down the wide neckline into his back, leaving traces of water on his honey-colored skin, leaving only ambiguity.

His strong arms could be clearly seen through the sleeveless coat, and because of the action of pulling her, the muscle lines became more obvious, and even if she straightened her body a little, she could see the chest and abdominal muscles between the button gaps from a certain angle.

She remembered that he didn't wear this set of clothes before going to work at noon!

Fan Yanxing didn't come here to admit his mistakes, he was obviously trying to seduce people! In front of the male beauty, even if there was something wrong, she could close her eyes and forgive it.

Liang Qingqing gritted her teeth, she didn't expect him to have such a trick! Changing clothes, taking a shower, and being humble...

"Qingqing, I'm sorry, I shouldn't be cold to you. I promise I won't do that again. Please stop hiding from me, okay?" His voice was always cold, and it sounded especially gentle and pleasant when it was slightly softened. Moreover, he deliberately lowered it a little, with a rising ending, carrying a slight tenderness.

No one could refuse him.

She had been absent-minded in the previous paragraph, and only listened to the last sentence, her fingertips on the frayed bed sheet, her lips still curled, neither agreeing nor disagreeing, leaving him alone for a while, until he could no longer sit still, and then he said: "Humph, I just looked at you a few more times out of curiosity that day, and I didn't flirt with Su Jinchuan, so is it necessary to be angry?" As soon as

the voice fell, Fan Yanxing's face froze, and the strength of holding her hand became a little heavier.

Flirting? If it was true, he would dare to rush up and dig out Su Jinchuan's eyes.

After taking a deep breath, Fan Yanxing was about to speak when a hand was placed on his neck. Her soft fragrance filled her embrace. Her chin was pressed against his chest, and she said coquettishly, "You said it yourself. You can't be cold to me in the future."

Fan Yanxing had been coaxing her for so long, and she would only be unable to get down from the stage if she continued to act so politely. Now that her goal had been achieved, she naturally had to walk down the stairs.

A slap in the face and a candy in return, Liang Qingqing's usual technique.

He sighed softly, and put his hands around her waist to prevent her from sliding down. His expression was gloomy, and finally a helpless sigh escaped from his lips, "I promised you, I will definitely not break my promise, this time it was my fault."

After saying that, he paused for a few seconds before continuing, "But don't say such things that poke my heart."

"I'm just giving an example, don't worry, I'm only flirting with you." Liang Qingqing raised her head and pressed a kiss on his lips. Perhaps the atmosphere was too solidified, after the kiss she frowned and waved her hand around her nose: "Brother Yanxing, do you smell anything?"

Hearing this, Fan Yanxing's body stiffened almost imperceptibly. He had clearly taken a shower...

"No, no." He answered, trying to stay away from her quietly. In his panic, he even ignored her calling him.

"It's obvious. It smells so sour. Did the vinegar at home get overturned?" Liang Qingqing's eyes and eyebrows were full of teasing smiles. She watched Fan Yanxing's face change again and again, and finally turned into a deep red.

"Qingqing!"

It was rare to see an embarrassed look on Fan Yanxing's face. Liang Qingqing covered her stomach and laughed wildly. While he was relaxing his strength, she quickly rolled into the bed, but the next second someone grabbed her ankles. With a strong force from the hot big hand, she returned to his arms. This time the posture was more intimate, with her legs spread apart and sitting on his thighs.

Feeling the hard muscle outline under her buttocks, Liang Qingqing couldn't laugh anymore, but she didn't forget the business. She tried to ignore the part between the two of them that was tightly pressed together, pouted her red lips and hummed, "You are just jealous. You must be thinking about me and Su Jinchuan before..."

Being touched on the deepest part of his heart, Fan Yanxing felt a little uncomfortable, his brows furrowed, and he didn't want to hear her mention it, nor did he want to hear the name of another man from her mouth, so he interrupted her and said, "That's all in the past."

It's in the past, but it doesn't mean he doesn't think about it or doesn't care.

But he didn't want to hear it, but Liang Qingqing had to mention it.

"I did have some thoughts about Su Jinchuan before." Her words opened a hole in Fan Yanxing's heart. The cold wind blew in through the gap, causing his face to turn cold in pain. His eyelids dropped, making it impossible to see the emotions in his eyes.

His pale lips were tightly pursed, but his breathing became heavier uncontrollably, as if he was trying his best to suppress the surging jealousy.

Liang Qingqing, who was sitting right in front of him, was not blind, so she could naturally see that he was feeling a little strange. She shrank her neck in fear, licked her lips, and then she continued, "He is good-looking, an educated youth, and he is gentle and well-mannered. It is normal for girls to like him..."

"I told you, this is all in the past, I don't want to hear it."

This was the second time Fan Yanxing interrupted Liang Qingqing today. It was very rude, totally inconsistent with his previous upbringing, and not something he would do in front of her.

But he did it.