Male God’s Freestyle Flirting

Han Yu leaned against the head of the bed, stretched out his long straight legs lazily, and his eyes were full of meaning.

But the girl opposite was a little embarrassed, holding the hem of her pajamas with both hands, not daring to raise her head.

"Fear?"

After a brief silence, the boy spoke first.

Tang Xia sat at the end of the bed in an orderly manner, and answered in a low voice, "A little bit..."

The rumble of thunder seemed to be gradually approaching, and it became clearer and clearer.

Han Yu nodded, stood up and straightened the pillow, and spread the quilt briefly, and then said: "It's still a while before dawn, you should sleep for a while." As he said, he went to the sofa beside him to sit Down.

Tang Xia looked at Han Yu, then at the neatly made bed, hesitating.

She was obviously very sleepy, and her eyes were still bloodshot, but the girl still insisted on saying: "It's okay, I'll sit—"

"Go to sleep."

The boy's voice came out, and there was no doubt in his tone.

Tang Xia's answer was interrupted. When she looked up, she saw Han Yu's expression was firm, so she shrugged her shoulders and crawled slowly to the head of the bed.

Maybe because he knew that the girl was worried, he didn't urge him anymore, and covered himself with the blanket on the sofa, and then closed his eyes lightly.

There was only a wall lamp by the bed in the room, and the dim light reflected Tang Xia's face, but she couldn't see Han Yu's face clearly.

The quilt was warm, and he had only slept in it a while ago.

When Tang Xia got in, she blushed a little, and felt that her breath was full of youthful breath.

His pillow, his bed sheet, his quilt cover, everything carries his body temperature and smell.

The more Tang Xia thought about it, the more her heart burned. She pulled up the quilt and covered her face, and took advantage of the darkness to reveal her eyes secretly.

The air was quiet, and Han Yu's gentle breathing could be vaguely heard, which had a reassuring power. She peeped carefully, her sleepy brain became inexplicably excited, and her drowsiness suddenly disappeared.

After four thirty in the morning.

Tang Xia, who was tossing and turning, crept up, stepped on the carpet, and walked up to Han Yu like a thief.

The daylight in winter is relatively late, and the room is very dark, and she is almost completely in the dark. In order not to wake him up, Tang Xia stopped every step, sneaking around.

The blanket that was originally covering Han Yu's body fell to the ground at some point. It seems that this guy is also a dishonest sleeper.

Thinking of this, Tang Xia held back her laughter, bent down to pick up the blanket, and was about to cover the young man with gentle movements.

As a result, he coughed suddenly, and said with a half-smile—

"Tang Xia, why are you sneaking around?"

The girl was taken aback, she grabbed the blanket and subconsciously backed away.

Han Yu quickly clasped her wrist, and with just such a light pull, Tang Xia lost her balance and rushed forward!

His head hit something thick, and the next moment, a soft, muffled groan came from above his head.

"You girl, you're quite heavy."

Tang Xia's earlobes were red, and she retorted stiffly: "I'm not sinking!"

"Well," Han Yu put his arms around the girl's back, and said in a leisurely tone, "You won't sink if you say so."

Listening to that tone, it was completely perfunctory for her.

Tang Xia was ashamed and annoyed. There was a blanket sandwiched between him and Han Yu. She couldn't move, so she raised her head, stared into a pair of bright eyes in the darkness, and scolded him straight to the point: "Let me get up first!"

The two of them are in this posture...very...

Tang Xia thought about it, and finally came to a conclusion—very strange.

It was Han Yu half lying on the sofa, and she was lying on top of him, which was very ambiguous.

But this guy didn't seem to feel it at all, and his arms were still tightly bound.

"Why?" Han Yu pretended to be stupid, but tightened his grip.

Tang Xia laughed angrily, "What do you think?"

Han Yu rolled his eyes, his two long legs diverged, and suddenly they fell on the girl!

I rely on!

Her blood only rushed to her brain, and she raised her hand and punched Han Yu, hitting him hard in the chest!

The boy hugged Tang Xia with a stern face like a koala, straightened his waist, turned around and put the girl down on the sofa.

Immediately, he rested his chin on her shoulder, rubbed his soft black hair against the latter's cheek, and said in a coquettish tone, "Hey, don't move, I'll hug you."

Tang Xia rolled her eyes, let go of the blanket in her hand, turned to grab the boy's neckline, and said viciously: "If you say you can't move, don't move, how embarrassing am I?"

Han Yu raised his upper body when he heard the words, and when he lowered his eyes, he happened to see his collarbone and muscle lines suddenly showing at his loose neckline.

What a coincidence, the girl followed the boy's gaze.

A large piece of crystal clear skin is extremely dazzling.

She gasped for breath.

Han Yu smiled and said, "So, you pulled my clothes for a purpose?"

Tang Xia blushed a lot at his words, obviously not guilty, but stammered when explaining, "I, I didn't have one!" Looking at her with "I knew it" eyes, he immediately moved his hands from the young man's neck to his waist.

Han Yu thought Tang Xia was enlightened, and was overjoyed.

However, the next second—

"Are you going to let go?" she threatened.

"Don't let go." He said arrogantly.

Tang Xia suddenly pinched her hands!

Han Yu's waist felt itchy, and he was caught off guard!

"Hahahahahaha—" Han Yu, who has always been cold and self-confident, laughed so hard that he almost rolled, "You...you stop! Tang Xia, stop!"

Tang Xia pinched his weakness, how could she let it go easily, she simply counted "new and old grudges" together, scratching it more and more vigorously.

"So there are things you are afraid of?" She scratched and laughed at Han Yu, "Will you still bully me in the future? Huh?"

The young man's desire to win was immediately aroused by Tang Xia. As soon as he finished speaking, he let go of the arm holding the girl, and instead grabbed her hand that was wantonly running around his waist.

After all, boys are stronger than girls. In this regard, Tang Xia is undoubtedly at a disadvantage.

So she was complacent for a few seconds before being suppressed by Han Yu again.

Don Xiadun felt bad.

Because he looked at himself condescendingly, and narrowed his eyes slightly, a trace of calculation flashed in his eyes.

"Tang Xia, did someone tell you that you can't just tickle boys casually."

"what?"

The girl was taken aback, not understanding.

Han Yu knew she didn't understand, he shook his head helplessly, leaned over to Tang Xia's ear, and whispered something.

After he finished speaking, he straightened his back, but seeing the girl blushing, he didn't say a word.

"Do you remember?" Han Yu asked with a smile.

Tang Xia bit her lip, and replied with one word in embarrassment: "Yes."

He is very satisfied.

In fact, what the boy said just now is that the nerves in the waist are more sensitive. If you touch it randomly, boys will respond.

"Then let me tell you one more thing."

Han Yu was in a good mood, and stretched out his arms to hug Tang Xia. The two faced each other, his hand still clasping hers.

"What?" The girl was still immersed in what Han Yu called "common sense" just now, her mind was muddled and she couldn't think.

The young man laughed before saying anything, shook his head and put his lips next to Tang Xia's ear, exhaling like blue—

"You can touch my waist as you like." ##### Just chatting under the quilt? No, no, no, a "beast" like Han Yu wants to take advantage if he doesn't cover him with a quilt. Once covered with a quilt, Tang Xia would have been wiped out!