A Straight Guy's Transmigration Journeys

He scratched his head: "I'm just embarrassed to disturb Miss Shen and Wang Ye."

The man leaned over, strong breath to Fu Yan. He squeezed Fu Yan's chin and said in a meaningful tone, "are you really sorry?"

"Naturally, is the Lord doubting me?" Fu Yan is very unconvinced. He is one meter eight. How can he be like a chicken in front of the man.

Qi Ligeng's eyes were attracted by Fu Yan's slightly open lips, and his Adam's apple rolled up and down involuntarily. So far, he still remembers Fu Yan's kiss, which was sweet.

Releasing the hand holding Fu Yan's chin, Qi Li Geng turned his head coldly and walked into the inner room.

He could not imagine what he would do to a man.

The man's fierce momentum finally got away from him, and Fu Yan was relieved. How can he feel that no matter how far or near he is from the man, he is not easy to live.

This system, too, doesn't come out to talk.

Fu Yan's eyes suddenly brightened: does not the system come out mean that his points have not been deducted?

Wow

"If you don't come here, you'll be the king." Suddenly, the voice of the man came from the room.

Fu Yan shivered all over, then turned and walked into the room. If he could, he really didn't want to be alone with such a man who easily overpowered himself.

Thinking of the performance on TV, Fu Yan was so studious that he looked at the man's serious appearance from time to time.

The nose is as high as a knife, the side face is angular, and the eyes are as deep as the sea. When you don't speak, you are handsome and elegant. When you speak, you are handsome and resolute.

Don't say, the man is really handsome. Fu Yan as a real man for a long time, small heart are some irregular scurrying.

Although the ink he grinds has a tendency to sprinkle gradually, Qi Ligeng cares more about his eyes than his behavior.

He had noticed that Fu Yan was looking at him all the time, but Qi Ligeng didn't care much. However, Fu Yan's eyes were too direct. He put down the book.

"What do you think of me?" Qi Li Geng's sword eyebrows slightly wrinkled, thin lips pursed and asked.

This man is really brave. He dares to look directly at me.

Fu Yan was found to have no sense of shame. He continued to grind the ink, hung his eyes and said with a smile: "good looking."

The eighth Prince's face turned a little red. He turned his head and said, "frivolous."

Hearing this, Fu Yan raised his eyebrows. No, is this cold faced Yama shy? This scene is really strange.

No, he wants to see it. He had to appreciate the rare scene in a hundred years.

Fu Yan put down his tools and immediately squatted down to the eighth prince. The radian of his head was just right for his awkward eyes.

"Wang Ye is very good-looking. I can't move my eyes just to look at him." Fu Yan, fearless, stares with interest.

Qi Ligeng looked at Fu Yan in surprise, then immediately avoided his bright eyes. The voice is a little serious: "nonsense."

Although his words were critical, Qi Ligeng felt a little happy. Obviously, Fu Yan's words pleased him.

It's a surprise that he can't hide his smile.

When you're doing business, just do it. Fu Yan is a man with an overall view.

The atmosphere quieted down, and the two figures in the room disappeared. One sits reading the booklet, the other stands rubbing the ink. The scene is very strange and harmonious.

The time has passed, and all the lights are sleeping.

Fu Yan was already sleepy. After reading Qi Ligeng, who was still reading the pamphlet, he whispered: "Lord, can a villain take a chair?"

He is so tired.

Qi Ligeng looked at Fu Yan, who was already crumbling, and then looked at the sky. I was so fascinated by the pamphlet that it was time.

"Have a rest." Then Qi Li Geng put down the book and got up.

He still needs to go to court tomorrow. He has no idea about the pamphlet on how to prevent floods.

Fu Yan was very excited. "What did you say?"

As soon as he said this, Fu Yan felt that he had a lot of ideas. He blushed at his own thoughts and hastily explained, "I'm sorry."

Qi Ligeng obviously knew what Fu Yan thought. He glanced at him and said, "why do you want to climb up to the king's bed?"

"No, I dare not." Fu Yan was embarrassed. Don't bring up the old things, OK.

Fu Yan was suddenly seized by the man, and the big hand even hugged his waist tightly.

Involuntarily shaking twice, Fu Yan pushed the man, "Lord, this is..."

I don't want that, but he's not ready yet. He's been building up his mind recently, but it didn't succeed.

As a man, under the pressure of another man. Just think about it, Fu Yan is not scared. He can't imagine, or even think about, the idea of euthanasia."I have some regrets." Qi Ligeng was staring at Fu Yan's lips.

Another reason why he couldn't think of a solution to the problem was that his mind was full of Fu Yan's red lips.

Qi Ligeng was surprised that a man, a rough servant, was so eager for his lips.

However, he has never wronged himself. Think about it and admit it. Qi Ligeng was soon relieved and naturally had to take his own action.

Fu Yan resisted a little, "what do you regret?"

The man's eyes sank, and then he leaned over and pressed himself. Fu Yan's little heart was thumping. He couldn't bear the beating speed.

When his lips were almost close to Fu Yan's, Qi Ligeng said, "I regret that you didn't achieve your goal that night."

Fu Yan hands do not know where to put the panic, had to against his chest. Scared by the man's behavior, he stepped back and hit the table. Just now, the book that the man read was just knocked down by Fu Yan.

"Damn the villain." Fu Yan knelt down in panic and collected the pamphlets on the ground.

This should be the so-called Memorial in ancient times. He lost such a valuable thing. I don't know if he should be directly asked to cut it off.

Once again, Qi Ligeng's sleepiness and his heart of teasing Fu Yan disappeared.

His voice was cold and tired: "don't be so careful."

Holding the pamphlet in Fu Yan's hand, Qi Ligeng breathed out a little heavily, and then sat back to his position to read it.

If we don't solve this problem, the emperor will not spare him tomorrow morning. Maybe the mother will take this opportunity to get married.

For the first time, Fu Yan saw the eighth prince like this. Looking at the mysterious ancient books, he understood them.