After a debt of 100 million, the poisonous tongue went crazy and killed people on the live broadcast

Chapter 903 Ten push-ups

There was a sound next to Feng Yin's ear, which was the sound of the bathroom door being closed.

She didn't know whether it was because the soundproofing was not very good or because her heart was a little itchy, but Feng Yin could hear the sound of running water in the bathroom.

"Who said only girls are in danger? I feel that Cheng Yanqiu is in no less danger than me."

Feng Yin, who originally had no other thoughts, was sitting on the sofa and was distracted.

Having a boyfriend who is too good-looking is also a burden.

Feng Yin laughed out loud because of his own thoughts, reached out and picked up a magazine on the coffee table, and flipped through it randomly.

"Huh? What is this!"

The magazine in Feng Yin's hand is a male model magazine.

Very formal.

It's just that he is also a male model in the regular world, and he still shows a little bit of abdominal muscles.

The tips of my ears feel a little hot, and once my random thoughts start, it's a little hard to take them back.

Feng Yin coughed dryly and put down the magazine in his hand, staring blankly outside, and finally went to the balcony. The cool winter wind blew on his face, suppressing his restlessness.

With a "Kada" sound, the bathroom door opened.

Cheng Yanqiu came out wearing regular pajamas. The hair on his head was wet. He was wiping it with a towel in one hand. There were a few disobedient hairs sticking up at the corners of his eyes.

Having just taken a shower, his face was less fair and more rosy, and his eyes were as black as washed crystals.

There is an aura of continuing to let you pick and choose in your cuteness.

The wind roared on the balcony, and it started to get angry again after it was suppressed.

All the gods and uncles, who are you torturing?
The irritable Feng Yin wanted to smoke a cigarette, but he just wanted to do it.

"finished Wash?"

Feng Yin, who just spoke, despised himself in his heart, isn't this nonsense!
"Well, it's quite clean."

After Cheng Yanqiu answered, he thought silently: What and what is this talking about! Despise yourself.

The awkward questions and unreliable answers made the two people stand still, staring at each other.

In the slightly awkward atmosphere, the two people suddenly laughed. "you--"

"you--"

The smiles of the two people who spoke at the same time gradually widened.

Cheng Yanqiu took the initiative and walked towards Feng Yin, while Feng Yin walked in faster and closed the balcony window.

"Don't move, Feng Liang."

Cheng Yanqiu immediately obeyed and stood there obediently, waiting for Feng Yin.

Feng Yin closed the window and did not go there immediately, but to remove the cold air from his body.

Three minutes later, Feng Yin walked over, took the towel in Cheng Yanqiu's hand, pulled him to sit on the sofa, and wiped his hair.

"I think we are probably the most pure boyfriend and girlfriend."

Cheng Yanqiu, whose hair was wiped, smiled a bit bitterly.

"Probably so."

In fact, Cheng Yanqiu is conflicted. On the one hand, he wants to do something that his instinct drives him to do, but on the other hand, he doesn't want to.

Because he knew he wouldn't live long.

Cheng Yanqiu's silence made Feng Yin lower his head and look at his profile.

"What are you thinking about? If I could eat you, I would be very happy."

The tangle in Cheng Yanqiu's heart was blown away by Feng Yin's words.

He pulled Feng Yin's clothes and asked coquettishly: "Then when can we..."

Feng Yin took advantage of the situation and stood next to him, holding Cheng Yanqiu's fingers in his palm.

"Probably when you can do ten push-ups on your own, without breathing or feeling tired, and without needing to take medicine."

Ten?

push-up?
Cheng Yanqiu nodded heavily, looking at Feng Yin seriously in his words: "Don't worry, I will work hard."