I am a wall flower in Kuai Chuanwen

Chapter 146 Well, it's a good waist. 146
The sound of the siren gradually faded away, and soon disappeared.

The store suddenly became quiet.

Duan Jiamu stood up and felt the little deskmate behind him stop trembling, but the little deskmate still didn't let go of his fingers holding his clothes.

Duan Jiamu didn't move, he stood up straight, with smiles on his eyes and brows.

Duan Jiamu is wearing a loose T-shirt. When Sang Yu pulled the hem of his clothes, his waist was exposed.

When Sang Yu heard that the siren had disappeared completely, she stuck out her head, and after looking down, she saw Duan Jiamu's exposed lower back.

The skin on Duan Jiamu's waist was astonishingly white as the skin on his face.

The waistline is firm and delicate, looking elastic.

Sang Yu suddenly took a deep breath in his heart.

That's a damn good waist...

The system looked at its dazed eyes, and called out in a low voice: 【Da Sangyu, what are you looking at...】

Sang Yu: [Look at the waist. 】

system:【……? 】

The system covered its eyes a little shyly: [The waist of the second male is really pretty. 】

Only then did Sang Yu come back to her senses, her cheeks felt slightly hot, she moved back, moved her eyes away from Duan Jiamu's waist, and stood up straight.

Sang Yu's tone was cold: [Tong'er, close your eyes and don't look. 】

system:【……? 】

What, Sang Yuda can see it himself, but he doesn't allow it to see it.

The system was aggrieved: [Master Sang Yu, why don't you allow Tong'er to see it? 】

Sang Yu said solemnly: [...you are too young, you can see the eye of a needle. 】

system:【……? 】

Co-author Sang Yuda is a girl, and she won't grow needles after reading it...

Duan Jiamu felt that the person behind moved away from him, the back was cool, but his heart was very hot.

Duan Jiamu licked his lips, then put one hand on his mouth, and coughed lightly.

Turning to Sang Yu, she asked with a smile, "Have you seen enough?"

Sang Yu: "...?" How did Duan Jiamu know that she was looking at his waist? Could it be that he has grown eyes?

Asked by Duan Jiamu, Sang Yu felt guilty after being caught by someone for peeping. A trace of red silk flashed across his face, and he let go of Duan Jiamu's clothes.

Sang Yu was extraordinarily well-behaved at this time, and said in a soft voice, "Enough is enough."

Duan Jiamu: "...?"

When Duan Jiamu heard Sang Yu answer him so confidently, he immediately felt a little funny.

This little deskmate is really interesting. Without his permission, she grabbed his clothes to cover her face. Now she heard him ask her if she had seen enough, but she didn't hide her guilt at all. He even spoke out his thoughts directly.

Sang Yu wasn't too embarrassed. Duan Jiamu, who had been stared at by Sang Yu at his waist, had his cheeks and ears burning.

Duan Jiamu's skin was too fair and clear, and he could see it clearly with a little blush.

Duan Jiamu rolled his Adam's apple up and down a few times, then turned his head to look at the top of Sang Yu's head, and said with a smile: "Then my waist...does it look good?"

Sang Yu: "...?"

System: [Master Sang Yu, what the second man said sounds a bit weird. 】

strangely ambiguous...

Sang Yu pinched the hem of Duan Jiamu's clothes lightly with her fingers. Looking at Duan Jiamu's tight and powerful waist, she softly followed Duan Jiamu's words and said, "Well, it's a good waist."

Duan Jiamu: "...?"

system:【……? 】

Why do you feel that Da Da’s answer is even weirder and more ambiguous...

After Sang Yu finished speaking, she found that Duan Jiamu hadn't spoken, and his waist was also tense at this moment. It took a few seconds for Sang Yu to realize that she seemed to have said something wrong.

Damn it, it's getting embarrassing now. Duan Jiamu won't regard her as a female hooligan who covets his waist if he answers this way.

After all, which girl would say that his waist is a good waist in front of a boy.

Sang Yu felt that she needed to explain, she pursed her lips slightly, and then explained to Duan Jiamu in a low voice: "I mean your waist is that of a very healthy boy, and a healthy waist is a good waist. "

Duan Jiamu: "...?"

Duan Jiamu licked his lower lip with his tongue, smiled brightly, and said draggingly: "What you mean is that my Shen function is very good..."

After Duan Jiamu finished speaking, a proud smile appeared on his face.

Sang Yu: "...?"

system:【……? 】

Why the hell is the drawing getting darker and darker? Isn't it even more off-track now?
How does Duan Jiamu know if her kidney function is good or not?

Sang Yu felt that it was better not to talk about this topic with Duan Jiamu again, so she loosened Duan Jiamu's clothes.

Duan Jiamu felt that the person behind him didn't answer any more after he finished speaking. After a moment of silence, she let go of his fingers holding the hem of his clothes.

The hidden smile on Duan Jiamu's face slowly calmed down, and the young man's calm eyes were stained with a hint of sadness.

After Sang Yu loosened the hem of Duan Jiamu's clothes, she realized that the hem of Duan Jiamu's clothes had been wrinkled by her fingers. She stretched out her hand again, trying to smooth the hem of Duan Jiamu's clothes where she had wrinkled.

When Sang Yu stretched out her palm, she didn't expect Duan Jiamu to turn around directly. After Duan Jiamu turned around, the body that was standing with its back to her was now facing her.

Sang Yu's hand just happened to touch the position in front of Duan Jiamu at this moment.

Unbiased, Sang Yu's fingers just touched Duan Jiamu's pants.

Duan Jiamu was wearing a pair of very thin sweatpants today, and Sang Yu's fingers touched Duan Jiamu's place through the pants so dramatically.

Sang Yu: "???"

Duan Jiamu: "???"

system:【……@#@? ? ? ? 】

The air suddenly froze, and after about a few seconds, Sang Yu and Duan Jiamu each took a step back, and the two of them opened up a distance, and the atmosphere was extremely awkward.

Sang Yu withdrew her hand. She put her hands behind her back when she was a good student when she was punished to stand by the teacher. Her earlobes gradually became hot, her heart felt tight, and her throat felt dry.

Duan Jiamu turned to the side, sideways, with one hand in his trouser pocket. Although he stood pretending to be calm, his heart was still beating like thunder, and his cheeks were flushed.

Neither of them dared to look into each other's eyes, nor did they dare to move.

The atmosphere remained awkward for a few more seconds, and Sang Yu was the first to lose. After all, it was her own fault just now, and Duan Jiamu was also frightened by her reaction.

I really didn't mean to desecrate Duan Jiamu's body.

Sang Yu gently pushed the glasses frame above the bridge of her nose with her fingers, and then bowed slightly to Duan Jiamu. The tone of apology was very sincere: "I'm sorry, Duan Jiamu, I didn't mean it."

(End of this chapter)