break your waist

But Ye Musen only slightly slipped his Adam's apple, and then looked away.

Ji Lang picked up braised pork with chopsticks for Feng Rui, and asked with a smile, "Feng Rui, you and Xingyan live in the same dormitory, are you still used to it?"

Feng Rui was a little confused by Ji Lang's sudden question.

He froze for a moment, gave a dry laugh, and then said with a normal expression: "I'm used to it, I must be used to it, we both live in the same dormitory at school."

After Ji Lang listened, he asked Li Xingyan the exact same question again.

Li Xingyan glanced at Feng Rui, sighed silently in his heart, and said, "It's pretty good."

Perhaps because he was uncomfortable lying to the teacher, he unconsciously moved his elbow propped on the table, and accidentally took his mobile phone down.

Li Xingyan reached out and groped under the table, and accidentally caught someone's ankle.

He was so frightened that he quickly flicked his hand away, fumbled a few more times, and finally found his mobile phone.

As soon as Li Xingyan got up and sat down, he met Ye Musen's eyes.

The man's eyes were dark, his pursed lips slightly curved into a smile that was not a smile, and the meaning in his eyes was unclear.

He must have misunderstood something, right?

Li Xingyan's cheeks were burning hot when Ye Musen saw it, but it's hard to explain now.

There are Ji Lang and Feng Rui on the table.

Especially Feng Rui, if he knew that he just touched the ankle of their general manager under the table, he might have to sneer at himself again when he goes back tonight.

Forget it, explain later.

Li Xingyan picked up his phone and found an excuse to go to the bathroom, he wanted to breathe a sigh of relief.

After washing his hands, he came out and passed the corner, when he suddenly heard a deep voice behind him: "Is it easy to touch?"

Li Xingyan turned around abruptly, and saw Ye Musen leaning leisurely against the wall, with one slender leg slightly bent.

The light here is warm orange-yellow, pouring down from the top of the head very softly, casting a gentle luster on Li Xingyan's snow-white and beautiful face.

He stabilized his mind and walked slowly towards Ye Musen.

A cigarette was held between the man's slender fingertips, and the blue-white smoke was slowly exhaled from his thin lips, adding a bit of evil to his handsome and extraordinary face.

Li Xingyan's hands were behind his back at some point, like a primary school student who made a mistake.

He made a very sincere 90-degree bow to Ye Musen, then got up, and apologized stickily: "I'm sorry, Mr. Ye, I didn't mean it."

Ye Musen raised his eyes to look at Li Xingyan.

The little guy looks cute and innocent, and his slightly drooping eyes give him a cute and pitiful look, as if he could be kidnapped with a bottle of strawberry milk.

A faint smile appeared on Ye Musen's lips, wanting to tease him even more.

"You haven't answered my question yet, is it easy to touch?"

He repeated the question that made Li Xingyan tremble just now.

How to answer this?

Hmm, it's very nice to touch.

If you say this, Ye Musen will be embarrassed if he says "then you touch it again?"

Li Xingyan didn't dare to say it was hard to touch.

Isn't this intentionally bullying the cutie?