Zhou Shang'an's mind was blank for a while, he blinked at He Xiancheng, and did not move for a long time.
He Xiancheng seemed impatient to wait, stubbed out the cigarette butt, threw it into the trash can next to him, frowned, and said to him, "Can you take it off? Don't get ink stains on it."
As soon as these words came out, Zhou Shangan's small face also tensed up.
He Xiancheng's attitude made him inexplicably a little upset.
Zhou Shangan frowned and pursed his lips.
He Xiancheng didn't speak, and looked at him with his eyelids lifted, his eyes were cold and scrutinized.
Zhou Shang'an looked at He Xiancheng's face, and after a while, squeezed out a few words, "Take it off, just take it off."
There is a posture of going to a fight.
Like who can't afford it?
Zhou Shangan undid the zipper on the top of his trousers, took off his trousers to the ankle, stepped on each other to take off his shoes, and stepped on the trouser material with his left foot, pulling his leg out of the trouser leg.
His legs are well-shaped, slender and straight, and they often exercise. There is no excess fat, and they are naturally white. They look refreshing, delicate and comfortable.
At this moment, Zhou Shang'an only had a pair of white underwear and football socks of the same color left on his whole body, and his body became quite cold.
Although he kept thinking that this was just an interview, he was still a little uncomfortable, and couldn't help shrinking back awkwardly.
Feeling that when He Xiancheng looked at him, Zhou Shangan still straightened his body and looked straight at He Xiancheng, "Is it all right?"
He Xiancheng didn't speak, walked around him in a circle, and said in a low voice, "Continue."
Zhou Shangan froze his hands on his side, looked at He Xiancheng with wide round eyes, and asked in confusion, "What continue?"
He Xiancheng suddenly stretched out a hand, hooked the edge of Zhou Shang'an's underwear, pulled it apart with force, and let go.
With a "snap", the elastic side of the underwear hit the flesh.
Zhou Shang'an bounced up like a frightened rabbit in an instant.
He Xiancheng's deep voice sounded at the same time, "Continue to take off."
When Zhou Shangan jumped up, he turned around in the air, facing He Xiancheng, covered his buttocks with his hands behind his back, and looked at He Xiancheng with disbelief.
Since he was a child, no one has dared to do this to him.
"You fucking...you are sick!" Zhou Shangan grabbed the clothes on his wrist and threw them at He Xiancheng.
He Xiancheng raised his hand and grabbed it. Apart from frowning, there was still no expression on his face.
A word flashed through Zhou Shang'an's mind, gentle scum.
"Rogue!" Zhou Shang'an blushed with anger, grabbed the pants on the ground and began to lift them up.
Just after putting on his trousers, he wanted to grab the clothes from He Xiancheng's hand, Zhou Shang'an caught a glimpse of He Xiancheng's hand stretching out towards him again, immediately his muscles tensed up, and he turned around and slapped He Xiancheng's hand.
The news he had read not long ago suddenly popped up in his mind, the news that a certain man was molested while going out.
Zhou Shang'an panicked, his neck was red, but he still cursed: "You, if you dare to touch me again, be careful, I will go out and find someone... Your hands will be chopped off!"
He Xiancheng raised his eyebrows halfway, seeing that the eye sockets of the person in front of him were slightly reddened by fright, and he was still swearing, he seemed to enjoy it a bit, and after a while, he threw the clothes in his hand to Zhou Shang'an.
As if being chased by a tiger, Zhou Shang'an immediately put on his clothes, and he didn't forget to stare at the person in front of him when he was done.
Seeing that He Xiancheng was still looking at him, Zhou Shang'an was so stared at him that he felt hairy, thinking of finding a way to run away immediately, "You...what are you looking at?"
There were still two touches of red on Zhou Shang'an's face.
He Xiancheng seemed impatient to wait, stubbed out the cigarette butt, threw it into the trash can next to him, frowned, and said to him, "Can you take it off? Don't get ink stains on it."
As soon as these words came out, Zhou Shangan's small face also tensed up.
He Xiancheng's attitude made him inexplicably a little upset.
Zhou Shangan frowned and pursed his lips.
He Xiancheng didn't speak, and looked at him with his eyelids lifted, his eyes were cold and scrutinized.
Zhou Shang'an looked at He Xiancheng's face, and after a while, squeezed out a few words, "Take it off, just take it off."
There is a posture of going to a fight.
Like who can't afford it?
Zhou Shangan undid the zipper on the top of his trousers, took off his trousers to the ankle, stepped on each other to take off his shoes, and stepped on the trouser material with his left foot, pulling his leg out of the trouser leg.
His legs are well-shaped, slender and straight, and they often exercise. There is no excess fat, and they are naturally white. They look refreshing, delicate and comfortable.
At this moment, Zhou Shang'an only had a pair of white underwear and football socks of the same color left on his whole body, and his body became quite cold.
Although he kept thinking that this was just an interview, he was still a little uncomfortable, and couldn't help shrinking back awkwardly.
Feeling that when He Xiancheng looked at him, Zhou Shangan still straightened his body and looked straight at He Xiancheng, "Is it all right?"
He Xiancheng didn't speak, walked around him in a circle, and said in a low voice, "Continue."
Zhou Shangan froze his hands on his side, looked at He Xiancheng with wide round eyes, and asked in confusion, "What continue?"
He Xiancheng suddenly stretched out a hand, hooked the edge of Zhou Shang'an's underwear, pulled it apart with force, and let go.
With a "snap", the elastic side of the underwear hit the flesh.
Zhou Shang'an bounced up like a frightened rabbit in an instant.
He Xiancheng's deep voice sounded at the same time, "Continue to take off."
When Zhou Shangan jumped up, he turned around in the air, facing He Xiancheng, covered his buttocks with his hands behind his back, and looked at He Xiancheng with disbelief.
Since he was a child, no one has dared to do this to him.
"You fucking...you are sick!" Zhou Shangan grabbed the clothes on his wrist and threw them at He Xiancheng.
He Xiancheng raised his hand and grabbed it. Apart from frowning, there was still no expression on his face.
A word flashed through Zhou Shang'an's mind, gentle scum.
"Rogue!" Zhou Shang'an blushed with anger, grabbed the pants on the ground and began to lift them up.
Just after putting on his trousers, he wanted to grab the clothes from He Xiancheng's hand, Zhou Shang'an caught a glimpse of He Xiancheng's hand stretching out towards him again, immediately his muscles tensed up, and he turned around and slapped He Xiancheng's hand.
The news he had read not long ago suddenly popped up in his mind, the news that a certain man was molested while going out.
Zhou Shang'an panicked, his neck was red, but he still cursed: "You, if you dare to touch me again, be careful, I will go out and find someone... Your hands will be chopped off!"
He Xiancheng raised his eyebrows halfway, seeing that the eye sockets of the person in front of him were slightly reddened by fright, and he was still swearing, he seemed to enjoy it a bit, and after a while, he threw the clothes in his hand to Zhou Shang'an.
As if being chased by a tiger, Zhou Shang'an immediately put on his clothes, and he didn't forget to stare at the person in front of him when he was done.
Seeing that He Xiancheng was still looking at him, Zhou Shang'an was so stared at him that he felt hairy, thinking of finding a way to run away immediately, "You...what are you looking at?"
There were still two touches of red on Zhou Shang'an's face.
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