The national male god is fierce and strong

Chapter 909

Young Master Yan opened the reply letter, and when he saw clearly the words on the paper, his thin lips twitched slightly.

This is a man who has no interest at all.

I saw Qin Zong listed three more options under the flying question on the paper.

a sit-ups b push-ups c [-]km cross-country run
Which do you want to choose?
Young Master Yan pinched the piece of paper and touched her nose, she suddenly smiled, and a bright smile bloomed on her demon-like handsome face.

The baby squatted on the corner of the bed, tilted his head and watched all the changes in Master Yan's expression.

Isn't the shit shoveler going crazy?

If I give myself a little fish in the future, I will reluctantly forgive him...

Hey hey, shit shoveler, where are you going?My little dried fish!
Young Master Yan stuffed the paper into his pocket casually, and grabbed the window frame with his left hand.

The young man jumped over the gap between the balconies nimbly and stood firmly on the balcony outside Qin Zong's room.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, Qin Zong turned his head to look over.

The moment she saw the boy squatting down, she really looked like a cat.

The fluffy black hair was messy and unruly, and a pair of peach blossom eyes were half-closed, looking back at Qin Zong with a smile.

Young Master Yan became playful, and suddenly opened his mouth, "Meow..."

The handsome boy squatted on the balcony, clenched his hands into small fists and put them on the side of his face. Through the window, he let out a low cry.

Meow's cry was soft and hoarse, and it fell into the man's heart accompanied by the wind.

Qin Zong... blood sprouted on his face.

He stretched out his arm, opened the window with one hand, leaned forward with his upper body, and pulled the boy into his arms.

Unexpectedly, with excessive force, Yan Tao's whole body bumped into his chest.

Inertia brought the two of them down to the middle of the bed.

The sky is spinning, the young man is on top, and Qin Zong is on the bottom.

Cling together.

Young Master Yan straightened his upper body slowly, and looked down at the stern man below him.

There was a bright smile on the young man's fair face, and boundless beauty was shining from the bottom of his peach blossom eyes.

Her fingertips were slightly cool, and her smile was raging and insolent, like a little bad cat that has succeeded in tricking.

"I want to choose the fourth one, is that okay?"

The boy's eyebrows were evil, and he smiled wickedly.

It seems like a kitten who just hooks you in the owner's arms to smooth its fur, and when you really pass by, it hooks its paws and runs away.

Qin Zong's phoenix eyes suddenly turned dark, as if the bottom of his eyes would be filled with stormy waves at any moment, so deep that he could not see the bottom.

"What's the fourth option?"

Qin Zong asked in a low voice, his voice was hoarse and deep, vaguely mixed with suppressed desire.

The atmosphere in the room began to become ambiguous and tense.

Qin Zong slowly leaned over and approached.

Like a ferocious beast descending from a mountain.

His movements were extremely slow, exuding compelling pressure and extreme danger.

But the young man didn't seem to notice it, and a frivolous and seductive smile appeared on his perfect handsome face like a fairy, "Of course...you sleep with me."

"That's kind of... how about the fourth sport?"

The young man's voice was warm and sweet, as if it was a brook gurgling through the mountains.

Unexpectedly, she deliberately slowed down her speaking speed, lowered her head to the man's neck, pressed against his cool skin, and spoke word by word.

(End of this chapter)