Husband's Fingertips

Chapter 18

To Xia Wangchuan, the scene in front of him was a bit like an unreal dream.

The man I had been thinking about came to my hut one morning after the reunion just like Yang Guo found the little dragon girl 16 years later.

Then, on the bed where I slept every day, I began to... take off my pants.

This scene is probably in a dream I have had before, and it is also a strange picture that I have never dreamed of.

Xia Wangchuan turned around, pretending to get the essential oil that was actually prepared on the side.

He really couldn't fully adapt to Qiu Jiyan's state in front of him.

Maybe it's because I have a ghost in my heart, thinking about normal things in a complicated and ambiguous way.

But no matter what, Xia Wangchuan still couldn't bear to let himself watch this heroic and strong man stripped down to a pair of panties in front of his own eyes.

No way, who let himself have a fiery male body under his handsome and gentle appearance.

The key is to be a man who likes the man in front of him to the point of death.

"Do you like to watch "A Dream of Red Mansions"?"

Hearing Qiu Jiyan's low and brief question, Xia Wangchuan slowly turned around while holding the essential oil bottle.

That strong body has already taken off the shirt and trousers on his body and hung them aside.She had already put on her white cotton pajamas.

He lay on his own pillow, and probably saw the slightly yellowed "Dream of Red Mansions" on the side, and he was gently scratching the pages with his fingers.

Xia Wangchuan sighed softly in his heart, expressing an unknown emotion.

God was really kind to the man in front of him, giving him too perfect appearance and figure.

Just like now, he is wearing his most common white pajamas, lying casually on his back.

But it looked like a top male model who was shooting a pajamas advertisement, with breasts being breasts and legs being legs, and his whole body was full of male hormones.

For Qiu Jiyan's height of 188 centimeters, Xia Wangchuan's pajamas were a little too short and didn't fit very well, and a large portion of his long, strong legs were exposed.

But whether it fits or not doesn't really matter. The important thing is that Qiu Jiyan seems to have forgotten a very serious question.

That is, for him, it was completely impossible for him to wear other people's clothes casually, especially close-fitting clothes.

But now, from Xia Wangchuan's proposal to wear his pajamas to actually putting on the pajamas, this question was automatically blocked by his brain.

Sometimes people are really weird.

A free and easy person often knows how to restrain himself at a certain moment, because that moment may be very important to him.

And a cautious and serious person will also relax for a moment, but that moment is rarely very short, and it often appears in front of people who are defenseless in his heart.

Maybe Qiu Jiyan didn't know it, but every time he appeared in front of Xia Wangchuan, he felt inexplicably relaxed and at ease.

He thought it was his normal behavior, but he didn't know how abnormal it was for him to relax at this time in the eyes of people familiar with him.

"Well, I like it very much. If you have nothing to do, look through it."

Xia Wangchuan replied calmly, and cast his eyes on the middle part of the white pajamas, where Qiu Jiyan just pointed out.

"I see, the books are old, this is..."

A light yellow bookmark fell out of the book flipped by Qiu Jiyan.

Xia Wangchuan was thinking about how to examine Qiu Jiyan's rather sensitive position, when he heard his voice, he raised his head and was stunned.

Qiu Jiyan had already held the bookmark in his hand and was reading it softly.

"The coolness of autumn is made worse by the cold,

The postseason wind blows and the moon turns half-curved.

Burnt out the wick and still not picked,

You won't be here for a long time. It's still cold.

My heart is silent to the moon,

Good rain is like complaining about greed and joy.

I want to come to the dream last night,

You and I never tire of seeing each other. "

"You wrote this?"

Xia Wangchuan's face turned red, he quickly took a step forward, and snatched the bookmark from Qiu Jiyan's hand.

"I... I copied it blindly."

"The words are really good."

This is what Qiu Jiyan said from the bottom of his heart.

Mr. Qiu, who studied calligraphy hard since he was a child and copied scriptures when he was growing up, is really good at writing.

As for the so-called sympathy, although this poem seems very superficial, with a taste of lovesickness and bitter love, but just because of the clean and beautiful handwriting, he couldn't help but feel good about it.

Qiu Jiyan raised his eyes and glanced at Xia Wangchuan, the masseur's clean face was flushed with a peach petal-like red, which looked quite like the spring breeze outside the window.

He lowered his eyelids, as if he didn't feel anything about the red lips and white teeth.

But the Adam's apple on his neck slid up and down uncontrollably, as if he was swallowing something.

Drooling?

Xia Wangchuan put the bookmark on the small table behind him, and pretended to calmly rub the essential oil on his hands, allowing its ingredients to fully glow in the warmth of his palms.

The poem on that bookmark was indeed written by himself indiscriminately.

It was a Tibetan acrostic poem, and the first words of the eight-line poem read: Mr. Qiu Jiyan, I miss you so much!

Xia Wangchuan calmed down, and said to Qiu Jiyan in a low voice, "Mr. Qiu, you...you should calm down a little."

Qiu Jiyan's black eyebrows furrowed unknowingly, and then stretched out again.

"it is good."

There is no way, the acupoints that have been tapped are in the position that people need to take care of the most, and right now it is not an ordinary massage for health care, it is for self-healing, so I can't control so much.

He opened his pajamas, and Xia Wangchuan's eyes were instantly filled with sculpted chest muscles and abdominal muscles, making him close his eyes subconsciously.

When he opened his eyes, Qiu Jiyan had already completed the movements according to his requirements. Sure enough, Qiu Jiyan's vital points were obviously injured.

Xia Wangchuan looked at the skin around the acupoints that had already turned blue and even slightly darkened, and he couldn't help feeling a big doubt in his heart.

Every professional acupuncturist knows that it is the same as in other walks of life. Even if everyone is doing the same thing, different people must have different effects.

Acupuncture is also.

But the current symptoms of Qiu Jiyan's acupoints are very similar to the symptoms caused by his Mu family's ancestral acupoint manipulation.It can be said that, under the circumstances of his father's death and Mu Lin never having learned this skill, this... is almost impossible.

Then there is another possibility, that this Mr. Qiu Jiyan, the CEO of the Qiu Group, a super-platinum guest who is quite picky about his appearance, is the one who followed him that night and got his acupoints tapped by him... a thief!

Xia Wangchuan felt the corner of his mouth tremble.

If this assumption is true, then the extremely similar figure and skilled Taekwondo footwork will all be solved.

But... But how could such a cold, dignified, indifferent and restrained elite man do such obscene things?

Could it be that, under Mr. Qiu's handsome appearance, there is still a terrifying, lustful soul?

No!Can!can!

At this moment, Xia Wangchuan felt as if his brain had been poured into a pot of boiling hot water, tumbling up and down, and the heat was rolling.

In this chaotic state, his professional ethics made him unconsciously stretch out his slender hand and gently press it on Qiu Jiyan's dantian.

Qiu Jiyan has slightly closed his eyes.

In him now, there is only one thought left in his brain, a dead pig is not afraid of boiling water!

Whether Xia Wangchuan saw it or not, anyway, he would never admit that the other party hit him. This matter, as long as he is awake for one day, he will rot in his stomach for one day. No one can pry him open. Q.

While thinking wildly, Qiu Jiyan felt that Xia Wangchuan's hand had lightly pressed down on his body.

That hand seemed a little different from the previous two times, it was not as hot as usual that was higher than his own body temperature, on the contrary, it was moist and cool like ancient jade.

The five slender fingers are like a masterful luthier flicking the strings.

Using the fingertips as the fulcrum, continuously melt the heat energy from the fingertips and palms into the acupuncture points under the fingertips, until Qiu Jiyan slowly feels a surge of heat in his lower abdomen, which gradually merges with the heat energy injected by Xia Wangchuan place.

At this moment, the soreness and pain that had tortured him for several days, like winter snow on the grass, was melted by the early spring sun and turned into a trickle of snow water, flowing into his limbs and bones.

Although Qiu Jiyan's face didn't move at all, the warmth that evaporated from the acupuncture points continued to flow upwards with the long heat until it flowed into his heart.

He quietly opened his eyes, and there was a clean and handsome face.

That face, under the thought of keeping calm and lonely, was subconsciously painted with a bewitching color.

I always speculate that there may be an ugly core wrapped under its beautiful and elegant surface.

In order not to let myself accidentally eat the fruit that is beautiful in appearance, fragrant in smell, but poisonous, I once put this face together with many other golden and jade faces, just wanting to give myself the safest distance away.

Just like what I said to him, "You have good craftsmanship, but I'm not used to your current face."

In fact, it's not that I'm not used to it, it's just that I'm avoiding and guarding against all the people who may break my peace and hurt myself.

Moreover, it seems that there is nothing wrong with my own evasion and prevention.

Isn't this handsome man who looks gentle, kind and harmless to humans and animals already rumored to be taken care of by a benefactor?

Although...Although in the depths of Qiu Jiyan's heart, he didn't completely believe it.

That's why he went out of his way and outrageously followed Xia Wangchuan quietly on the streets at midnight, until such ridiculous consequences appeared.

Then, what I want to know and know, I still don't know anything.

Qiu Jiyan felt that he couldn't figure out this messy thoughts for a while, subconsciously shook his head, and his eyes fell on the "Dream of Red Mansions" next to his pillow.

He seemed to have thought of something, or someone, and his gaze on the book slowly froze, and he did not move for a long time.

Xia Wangchuan looked at his eyes that hadn't moved for a long time, and the image of He Xiangning holding the book and slowly flipping through it suddenly appeared in his mind.

At the same time, I also thought of what my stepmother said to me before she died.