Chapter 19: Have you touched enough?

In the quiet corridor of the villa, Qin Yelan and Shi Yang came to Qin Qi's door one after another.

Qin Yelan bent his slender fingers and knocked on the door twice, glancing at Shi Yang beside him out of the corner of his eye.

"Qin Zhuo, open the door, your wife is looking for you."

After a while, Qin Qi appeared at the door. He looked at the two men, one tall and one short, expressionlessly and said only one sentence: "I don't have a wife."

After saying this, he turned around and was about to go back.

Shi Yang reached out and grabbed Qin Qi's wrist immediately, "Don't go, stand here."

After that, he moved closer to the other person, lowered his voice, and said in a way that only the two of them could hear: "You promised me something in the cafeteria before."

Hearing this, Qin Zhuo turned around again, his cold face still expressionless.

At this moment, Qin Yelan was leaning against the wall with his arms folded, watching the show leisurely.

He wanted to see how Shi Yang could control his brother who would not respond to any tricks.

Shi Yang's eyes swept over Qin Zhuo's body, finally stopping at his abdomen, and issued an order: "You, lift up your clothes now and let me feel your abdominal muscles."

Qin Yeyan laughed again. How could Qin Qi...

Qin Zhuan frowned slightly, but still did as he was told. He grasped the hem of his T-shirt with his slender fingers and lifted it up.

Seeing this scene, the mocking smile on Qin Yelan's lips suddenly froze and he could no longer laugh.

?

The uncle is not crazy, but is his brother crazy?

Shi Yang looked at the scene in front of him with satisfaction. As he expected, Qin Zhao had a good figure.

He has healthy light tan skin, a waist that looks lean and strong, and six-pack abs that are clearly defined. His muscle lines are sexy but not exaggerated, and are extremely pleasing to the eye.

Under Qin Yelan's gaze, Shi Yang's mouth curled up, and he slowly reached out and touched Qin Zhen's abdominal muscles twice.

It feels really good, and I finally touched it.

Shi Yang was very satisfied. Qin Jue's lips were almost pressed into a straight line. Veins appeared on the back of his hand that was grasping the hem of his clothes. His expression was unclear and difficult to discern, as if he was enduring some humiliation.

The next second, his Adam's apple rolled, and he finally couldn't help but say, "Have you touched enough?"

The voice was cold and hoarse, as if there was a beast trapped in it.

Shi Yang sighed in his heart, it felt like he was in trouble just by touching her twice.

He finally withdrew his hand with a lingering feeling.

Qin Zhuo put down his clothes, then turned around and walked into the room, slamming the door shut, blocking out all movement outside.

He leaned against the door like a silent statue, but the rhythm of his chest rising and falling seemed to quicken.

After a while, Qin Zhuo's face returned to normal. He took off his T-shirt and turned to walk towards the bathroom.

Outside the corridor, Shi Yang looked at the exceptionally silent Qin Yelan with a smile.

"Well, I win this time, you have to keep your word."

"I guess Qin Zhuo must be taking a shower now, especially cleaning the places you touched."

Qin Yelan still understands his brother.

Shi Yang: "Don't change the subject."

"I admit defeat," Qin Yelan paused, then added cautiously, "I won't let you touch me."

Shi Yang looked him up and down, then pulled the corner of his mouth in disdain and started to complain:

"Oh, I won't let you touch me."

"You really show off our Master Qin. With your condition, I don't even want to touch you. I don't even know if you have abdominal muscles. You are far inferior to your brother."

"I also have pursuits, okay?"

Shi Yang left right after he finished speaking, without any regrets, leaving the young master of the Qin family standing there, doubting his life.

I don't know who it was who came close to him as soon as he arrived at Qin's house, pretended to be unsteady and fell on him, and knocked on the door in the middle of the night to offer warmth. These were all despicable tricks.

He's just such a third-rate guy, and you still despise him?

Where did you get the courage to say those words?

Qin Yelan raised his hand to wipe his face, then pulled up the corners of his mouth and laughed twice, but was forced to laugh because of Shi Yang's anger.

They say he has a bad figure, he has a bad figure, he has a bad figure...

joke.

Late that night, after everyone had gone to sleep, Young Master Qin went to the gym downstairs in the dark and lifted weights until three in the morning.

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Shi Yang returned to his room and lay down on the bed, happily savoring the feel of Qin Qi's abdominal muscles, and then began to reflect on himself.

[Ah 8, do you think I am in a bad mood most of the time? ]

System: [Sometimes I am still a bit behind.]

Shi Yang: [……]

Shi Yang said seriously: [You pissed me off, I won't be friends with you anymore. ]

At ten o'clock in the evening, Shi Yang ran downstairs excitedly and started calling Wang Ma again.

"Auntie Wang, Auntie Wang, is my cassava soup ready?"

Mother Wang's ears were about to get tangled from listening to all this. This greedy boy chirped like a sparrow all day long, and he never stopped even with his mouth so swollen.

She took out a bowl of cooked cassava soup from the refrigerator and placed it heavily in front of Shi Yang, with her hands on her hips, "Master Shi, eat."

"Auntie Wang, you've forgotten what I told you again. Girls should be gentle..."

Mother Wang: "Eat quickly, don't force me to slap you."

"..." Shi Yang looked at Wang Ma's tall and strong physique, responded obediently, and started to eat supper.

Since it was chilled in advance, the cassava soup was icy cold, soft, sweet and delicious.

Shi Yang ate half a bowl in one breath. As he was eating, he suddenly remembered that he had something important to do, which was to conquer Wang's mother.

He sniffed, his shoulders began to tremble, and a small sob came from his throat.

When I looked at it again, my eyes were red.

This really made Wang Ma helpless. She was used to Shi Yang's arrogant and domineering face and had never seen him cry.

"You...what are you doing all of a sudden?"

No matter how delicious cassava soup is, it wouldn't make you cry after eating it.

"Ah...Auntie Wang," Shi Yang raised his fair face, looked at Auntie Wang with tears in his eyes, and said with sobs, "You know, I have been without a mother since I was a child."

Mother Wang: “…”

Shi Yang continued sobbing, "When I was very young, my mother...my mother would also cook cassava soup for me. The soup you cook tastes exactly the same as my mother's, wuwu..."

As Shi Yang was talking, he suddenly opened his arms and hugged Wang Ma's waist, throwing himself into her arms, his tears streaming down her clothes.

Mother Wang was so flustered that she didn't know whether to push the person away or what.

You can cry, but don't rub your tears on her, that's so dirty.

"No, let go first!"

Shi Yang held Wang Ma tightly, looking up at her with tearful eyes.

"Mother Wang, I miss my mother so much, can you be my cousin?"

“Woo woo woo…”

Shi Yang was howling and dropping little pearls, and out of the corner of his eye he inadvertently caught a glimpse of a figure standing not far away.

The man was holding a water glass in his hand, his tall figure standing there, his eyes without any emotion looking at him quietly.

Watch an immersive performance.

Shi Yang sniffed, silently turned his face to the other side, raised his hand and pinched his thigh.

"Woo woo Queen Mother!"