mountain snow

Yue Sheng's palms were dry, probably because of working all year round, they were a little rough, and his chin felt itchy.He had just smoked, and there was a faint smell of tobacco between his fingers.

I sniffed it and thought it smelled good.

In fact, I don't like smoke, it chokes people, and it is easy to cause forest fires.

But the smell of smoke is different on him, with the wildness of a man.

He looked at me a little strangely, as if I was engaging in performance art.I don't deny that, his palms are not raised high, and if I want to put my chin up, I have to bend over and bow my head.My waist is bent, but I don't want to lower my head because I have to look at him.

I just stood there with great effort, with my eyelids raised high, my hands tilted back due to inertia or something, a bit like a penguin.

The eyes are so wide open that I suspect I accidentally rolled them.

Yue Sheng curled his fingers, rolled his conspicuous Adam's apple, and then spit out a word: "You..."

I suddenly understood that he stretched out his hand, not to let me put my jaw down, but to ask me for an ugly mandarin.

what……

This is awkward.

The tips of my ears are hot and may have been red.

It was as if boiling water spread from the hottest place to the surroundings, first from the pinnae, then to the roots of the ears, and finally to the face and neck.

I seem to have done a very tricky thing, will he think that I am deliberately seducing him?

Although I was greedy for his body and really wanted to seduce him, but my little sun swears to the sky, just now, yes, the moment I put my chin down, I was as pure as a piece of white paper, without any shameful thoughts.

There is no bird more clingy than our little sun. Others will shine with a little sunshine, but we can put our jaws down with a palm.

We can't just leave it alone, we will shake our heads and rub it.

I didn't dare to rub anymore, for fear that he would dislike me for being lewd.

But it's not easy for me to straighten up right away, because it seems that I have a guilty conscience.

Yue Sheng frowned very handsomely, a little cold and a little fierce, which made my heart beat wildly.

Finally, Yue Sheng withdrew his hand and stared at me with lowered eyelids.

Losing my support, I fell, but not to the point of falling.

The hand that was withdrawn suddenly stretched out again, clamped my arm, and supported me.

Yue Sheng's hands were very strong, and my clothes were wrinkled, but I didn't feel any pain. On the contrary, I felt that being held by him was a very secure thing.

"I thought you were telling me to put my jaw down." I lowered my head and muttered.

At this time, I didn't dare to look at his face, I didn't know what kind of eyes he was looking at me.

But strangely, I seem to be able to recognize his gaze--not the eyes of others.

I feel like his eyes are like a cage, shutting me inside.

The hot current in the chest surged upwards, forming a circle of water mist in the eye sockets.

I quickly wiped it with my sleeve.

Cry, what are you crying for?

People didn't scold you or beat you, why are you wronged?

I trained myself and waited until my eyes were not so hot before sneaking a glance at Yue Sheng.

He is looking at me.

"Ganzi." When our eyes met, he paused slightly, motioning for me to hand him an ugly orange.

This time I didn't dare to be naughty, so I picked out the biggest and softest one and handed it to him.

Back home, Yue Sheng started to get busy again.

He always has something to do, unlike me, who has nothing to do.

I had a flash of inspiration, and I finally understood why human beings always use birds to scold people. What is fading out to be a bird, it’s none of your business, you bird man...

It does seem a little annoying that we are birds.

But I have already transformed, and I can't continue to demand myself at the bird level.

After squatting in the nest surrounded by quilts for a while, I jumped up, ready to find something to do.

Yue Sheng was cooking dinner, but it wasn't just dinner.He peeled a few of the ugly tangerines we brought back, put the skins on a rope to dry, and stewed the pulp in a pot.

My unsatisfied mouth began to swallow again.

Yue Sheng seduces me again with his superb cooking skills, I may have to consider weaving a drool bag for myself.

"Brother Sheng, what are you cooking?" The stove was low and the pot was full of heat, so I had to bend down to see what was inside.

At this bend, I let out a "hiss", my back hurt, and I almost fell into the pot.

"Be careful." Yue Sheng helped me again, his tone a little heavy.

I don't know if I am a naughty brat in his eyes, and he is the brat's guardian.

"It's okay." I quickly stood up, held my waist and twisted.

When I lowered my chin, I bent my waist for a long time. I don't know if my muscles were stretched, which made me feel uncomfortable now.

But it is not likely to be so, I have not used my waist for many years.

I lifted my clothes and twisted my body to look back.

I don't know if I don't look at it, but I was shocked when I saw it. My waist is very beautiful, with a narrow section and thin abdominal muscles.Because of the movement of twisting, the buttocks are raised due to the force, round and a little bit straight, maybe the feeling is particularly good.

Am I being loved by God alone?

In one transformation, he has such a wonderful figure, an angelic face, and a tender butt boy!

It seems that I should go to pray to the sky, thank it for loving me so much, and then say something to it-although you love me, my heart only belongs to Brother Sheng.

"Well!"

I was proudly admiring my butt and lower back, when I accidentally pushed too hard, there was a crisp "click" in the air.

It's over, I twisted my waist!

"Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah!" I yelled loudly, scolding the sky a hundred times in my heart.

What's going on?Is it bad to just give me my butt and abs?Why make my waist so fragile?It seems that the abdominal muscles and butt are all worked out by myself.

Yue Sheng put down the spoon and circled me with one hand.

Alas, leaning against him, I am comfortable again.

"Do you have a back injury?" It was too close, too close, Yue Sheng's voice and breath were warm in my ears, and I was stiff and numb.

Why is his voice so sexy?

"It's not hurt." I stammered, the injury didn't exist, I don't remember my waist being hurt.

"Let me see." Yue Sheng took me to his room, let me lie on the bed, lifted up my clothes, and exposed my waist.

The calluses of his fingers touched my skin, it was very itchy, I flinched subconsciously, my heart throbbed, it was incredibly sensitive.

He pressed a few more times, "You often..."

He didn't finish speaking, and I didn't understand, so I twisted my neck and asked, "What?"

He shook his head, as if he didn't want to continue the topic, "Wait a minute, I'll get the medicine."

The bird has been taking bitter medicine for a long time, and I was about to resist when I smelled a strong fragrance.

It turned out that he didn't force me to take medicine, but smeared me with medicinal wine.

Both the medicinal wine and his fingers were slightly cool, but when it was applied to my lower back, it became hotter and hotter.

I'm so comfortable, I feel so comfortable that I want to pass out.

Feeling uncomfortable after lying down for a long time, I grabbed it casually, hugged the pillow, and buried my face in it.

It wasn't until Yue Sheng said "Okay" that I realized that I was hugging his pillow.

Rounding it up, it's about the same as me having sex with him.

I still remember the pot of stew in the kitchen, and when Yue Sheng returned to the kitchen, I followed.

He served me a bowl, and I smiled.

"Citrus glutinous rice porridge." Yue Sheng introduced to me, "It's only available in this season."

The porridge that just came out of the oven was a bit hot to the mouth. I drank it while blowing, and my heart was sweeter than honey.

When I was a bird, I had never eaten such a delicious thing.

This is specially made by Yue Sheng for me!

But as night fell, I was slapped in the face.

The little boys rushed into the yard, Huang Xiaoye and a few other faces also came, they sat in groups under the light, some were doing their homework, some were giving lectures.

During the intermission, Huang Xiaoye yelled, "Let's drink porridge", and the citrus glutinous rice porridge in the kitchen was divided up.

I held the bowl and looked at the empty pot, my jaw almost dropped.

It turned out that it was not a special offering from Little Sun, but a midnight snack made by Yue Sheng for human children.

The moon outside the window is very round, like a toffee, but as I ate it, I spit out the sour syrup wrapped in it.