Husband's Fingertips

Chapter 41

After reminding Xia Wangchuan to stay away from his uncle, Qiu Jiyan stared at Xia Wangchuan's face for a moment, turned sideways, and sighed unknown.

Xia Wangchuan was sensitive to the almost imperceptible sigh, but didn't know what to say for a moment.

Don't worry, I will definitely continue to play ugly men; I will stay away from any good-looking men in your Qiu family, except you.

Said, Qiu Jiyan, I don't want anyone but you.

He looked at the tall figure in Qiu Jiyan's nightgown, and a thousand tender feelings suddenly surged in his heart.

From the meeting 16 years ago, to the reunion 16 years later, from being close by every possible means, to living together in the same world today, Qiu Jiyan, when will the two of us tear down the door on the wall?

"I want a massage tonight."

Qiu Jiyan suddenly threw out a short and urgent sentence in the calm air.

Then, he didn't seem to intend to see if Xia Wangchuan would accept it, he had already turned around and opened the balcony door, and entered his bedroom.

Xia Wangchuan was taken aback by his sudden order, and was taken aback for a moment before hastily following him into the bedroom.

Although he took a quick shower in Qiu Jiyan's bathroom last time, Xia Wangchuan was embarrassed and nervous at that time, and he didn't look carefully at his bedroom.

Qiu Jiyan's bedroom is more than three or four times larger than his own bedroom, but there are not many things, it looks simple and modern.

A super big bed that can fit four or five men with the physique of Qiu Jiyan is the core of the whole bedroom.

Looking at this rather domineering bed, Xia Wangchuan couldn't guess for a moment which part of the bed Qiu would always sleep in, and if one day he could sleep on this bed, which position would be better? ?

The inexplicable imagination in his brain made Xia Wangchuan feel the heat on his face, he hurriedly took his eyes away from the bed and swept aside.

A glass case full of various bottles came into view.

Those bottles are made of different materials and shapes, and the bottles seem to be filled with liquids of various colors, red, white and white, which are really beautiful.

After looking carefully, Xia Wangchuan opened his eyes wide in surprise.

What the hell!The entire cabinet was filled with unopened wine.

Mr. Qiu, is he practicing his drinking capacity with his thoughts in front of the collected wine bottles every day?

Before Xia Wangchuan could react to Mr. Qiu's unique hobby, Qiu Jiyan had already spread a large towel on the bed, and raised his hand to take off his nightgown.

"Press it for a while, there will be more people in the family tomorrow, so I don't want to compete with them for you."

Qiu Jiyan leaned over and lay on the towel quilt.

The snow-white fabric supports his fit body in only black underwear. Under the hazy yellow light, it looks like a human portrait of an ancient Greek man.

Xia Wangchuan swallowed lightly.

"You don't have to compete with them, I can come over every night and feed you Xiaozao."

Qiu Jiyan's body lying prone on the bed swayed slightly, "That's too hard for you."

Xia Wangchuan walked over slowly, knelt down beside the bed, "It's not hard, I'm your personal masseuse..."

The air in the room seemed to be stuck together by something, thick, like a slow-moving pool.

"Have you figured out where to press today?"

Xia Wangchuan asked softly, breaking the viscous calm.

Qiu Jiyan seemed to hesitate for a moment, then turned his head to the side, "The whole body."

Xia Wangchuan didn't speak, but gently stretched out his long and slender fingers, and pressed them on Qiu Jiyan's lower back.

When his fingers touched Qiu Jiyan's skin, Xia Wangchuan immediately felt the stiffness from the man below him.

"Mr. Qiu, relax a bit. I'll push your back first. Your muscles are too tense now."

It should be said that, except for the inexplicably intimate and weird posture when the two of them met for the first time in the 'Gongli', Xia Wangchuan adopted the most conservative standing posture when massaging Qiu Jiyan. .

But tonight, under Qiu Jiyan's strange attitude that seemed to be mixed with a bit of grievance, Xia Wangchuan suddenly had a feeling of being conquered by some kind of power.

And accompanied by this feeling, there is an impulse to try to conquer the other party.

Therefore, as if without much thought, he adopted a massage posture that was different from the previous position of being in a superior position and condescending.

In fact, in conventional massage and massage, this posture is also extremely common.

Especially when massaging the neck and pushing the back, this posture allows the masseur to maximize the stimulation of all the acupuncture points on the back of the client with the best posture.

Xia Wangchuan began to push Qiu Jiyan's back with his hands again and again, starting from the back of his neck and slowly going down to his waist.

Qiu Jiyan's body is very strong, but it doesn't look too exaggerated like some muscular men, but full of the unique sense of lines of young men.

Slowly, as time went by, Xia Wangchuan could feel that Qiu Jiyan's body was getting hotter and wetter, and thin beads of sweat began to ooze out from his back, matching the sweat from his palms. Blended together, gradually indistinguishable from each other.

Xia Wangchuan began to gradually increase the range of pushing his back, bending down every time, spraying the hot air from his mouth on his back after taking a deep breath, and then rubbing Qiu Jiyan's back with his own hands, letting the masseur The unique strength of the fingertips rubs against the skin of the man underneath, and increases the degree of stimulation of the acupoints during the scraping with the air.

It is probably because of this three-point massage method of fingers, breath, and body that gave Qiu Jiyan an unprecedented experience and enjoyment. He had never said a word during massage, but he let out low gasps and occasional light breaths amid obvious depression. Moan.

However, to Xia Wangchuan's surprise, he found that Qiu Jiyan's body was gradually arching uncontrollably.

What's up with him?

Xia Wangchuan moved his body down slightly, intending to gently separate his body from Qiu Jiyan's.Just at this time, Qiu Jiyan suddenly let out a muffled snort.

In the air in the massage room, apart from the smell of the man's body fragrance and sweat after bathing, there was a strange smell suddenly.

Six o'clock in the morning.

Qiu Jiyan had been copying the Heart Sutra of Controlling Desire for nearly half an hour in the study.

Aunt Jin and Sister Qing in the kitchen were a little puzzled, today's young master broke the previous practice, only copying scriptures, not vegetarian.

That's right, Qiu Jiyan hesitated again and again when he woke up in the morning, and finally made the decision not to be a vegetarian for the time being.

There is no way, in addition to resisting desires, he is also responsible for his own body.

The bad work that made him blush and heartbeat in the massage room yesterday, coupled with the fact that he made three mistakes in a row for the first time in the night, if he followed the old rules, he would have to eat vegetarian food for three consecutive weeks.

Not anymore.

That would literally kill someone.

While copying the scriptures that he could memorize silently, he thought about his own absurdity last night, really mixed feelings.

The only thing to blame is that Xia Wangchuan's hand pressed last night, revealing the feeling of spring in the room.

And he, who has been out of the body from body to soul, has been completely reduced to his defeat.

Thinking of himself with two big dark circles under his eyes in the mirror when he washed his face in the morning, Qiu Jiyan subconsciously felt a little nervous.

It was agreed that I would go to the airport to pick up my uncle today, and I wondered if I would be caught by that narrow-minded ghost after three plum blossoms.

During the few minutes that Qiu Yuebai was waiting for his luggage at the luggage claim area, he had already smiled at the eyes that were constantly peeping or directly staring at him.

His smile is very contagious. When everyone who looks into his eyes sees his smile, they will feel a slight electric shock in an instant, and feel that his smile full of spring tide belongs to them only.

But that smile is actually the same for everyone.

Qiu Yuebai, like Qiu Jiyan, has a height of nearly 188 centimeters, and it is impossible to stand out from the crowd.

Dressed in a very artistic yuppie style, from head to toe, all black.

He neatly combed his half-long hair into a small ponytail at the back of his head. It was fashionable and refreshing, and it completely highlighted the whole face. He had thick eyebrows and deep eyes, a high nose and thin lips, and his peach blossom eyes blinked lightly. The last girl who was staring at him suddenly dropped the boarding pass with the luggage ticket on the ground.

Pushing the big suitcase to the exit, Qiu Yuebai saw Qiu Jiyan standing in the crowd at a glance.

There's no way, it's another Yibaba who stands out from the crowd, it's really hard not to see it.

"My good nephew, let your uncle hug you!"

Qiu Yuebai threw the big suitcase aside, opened his long arms, and made a bear hug expression towards Qiu Jiyan.

The people who were picking up the plane were all attracted by this handsome, enthusiastic and exaggerated handsome guy, and they turned their heads for a while, wanting to see which little boy the good nephew he was talking about was.

Qiu Jiyan's face remained motionless, and he looked forward calmly, as if the person Qiu Yuebai called was not himself at all.

Damn, your eldest nephew won't accept such a meeting ceremony!

Qiu Yuebai walked up to Qiu Jiyan in two big strides, and punched him hard on the shoulder.

"Okay, boy, you know that you've put President Qiu's score in front of your uncle, don't you?"

Qiu Jiyan received his punch without changing his face, and stretched out his hand to pull his suitcase, "In the eyes of the great painter Qiu, the president is nothing!"

The two walked out with four long legs, and the person on one side automatically gave way. Several girls whispered to each other, betting that these two must be international male models.

Qiu Yuebai looked Qiu Jiyan up and down while walking, and suddenly put his face close to his, "I said Yanyan, do you know that your current appearance is very similar to that Chinese national treasure at the Paris Zoo? Hehe, tell Uncle, Did you have a romantic night last night, who made my good nephew have such big dark circles?"

Qiu Jiyan didn't even turn his head away, and continued to walk forward with strides.

Who knows whose uncle, talk to him?Then wait to be teased by him.

In the Mercedes-Benz, Qiu Yuebai chatted with Qiu Jiyan while whistling.

The air hostess on the flight is not as good as the previous generation. The French girl who came to Beijing took the initiative to strike up a conversation and wanted a phone. The air in Beijing is much better than expected. Another "um, um" in reply to his uncle who didn't look tired after a long flight.

"By the way, my eldest sister said in WeChat that our family has hired a masseuse again. I heard that the skills are very good. This plane made me feel sore and uncomfortable. I will test his skills in a while."

Qiu Yuebai shook his neck, and as soon as he mentioned the masseur, he immediately leaned back in the seat as if he had been sucked out of breath, and suddenly became lazy.

Qiu Jiyan frowned into a knot.

"Uncle, when do you plan to go back this time?"

Qiu Yuebai gave him a sideways glance, and raised his thick eyebrows.

"Do you talk to elders like this? President Qiu! I just got off the plane, okay? If you don't ask me how long I plan to stay, I will go back when I open my mouth. Uncle's heart is half cold, okay?"

Qiu Jiyan said "hmm", "Okay, how long do you plan to stay?"

Qiu Yuebai sighed, "Let's talk after staying for a while. Let me tell you, Yanyan, my uncle has just ended a relationship, and my mind is full of images from when I was in Paris with that person. Everything I see makes my heart sad, so I want to go back to you temporarily. Beijing, lick your wounds well."

Qiu Yuebai's words carried a kind of unspeakable melancholy and sentimentality, but it made Qiu Jiyan who was sitting on the side tremble all over.

Qiu Yuebai like this really made him a little unaccustomed.

"Besides, I found out at the airport just now that there seem to be a lot more handsome men in Beijing than before. I don't think it will be too long for me to lick my wounds, right, nephew?"

The speechless eldest nephew silently turned his gaze out of the window.

Sure enough, this is his own uncle.

In the Qiu family, only Qiu Jiyan knew that Qiu Yuebai liked men.

The difference in age between their two uncles and nephews is less than four years old, so they are basically one generation.

Moreover, Qiu Yuebai is romantic and lively by nature, while Qiu Jiyan is always mature and stable. When the two are together, people who don't know each other must regard Qiu Yuebai as his younger brother and Qiu Jiyan as his elder brother.

As for the relationship between uncle and nephew, no one thought about it at all.

When Qiu Jiyan was studying in the United States, Qiu Yuebai had already completed art studies in France.

In the year he graduated from university, he traveled to the United States with his French boyfriend, and one of the stops was to live in Qiu Jiyan's apartment.

Therefore, when the romantic Frenchman and the informal Qiu Yuebai kissed and touched in front of Qiu Jiyan, and they were all meat and vegetables, the younger uncle's sexual orientation was no longer a secret to the elder nephew.

But on the other hand, Qiu Yuebai couldn't find anything related to sex in his indifferent and upright nephew.

So much so that he and his French boyfriend couldn't help discussing his nephew's sexual orientation in the chat after the happy.

Because for the two of them, during the nearly ten days of living in Qiu Jiyan, they neither saw Qiu Jiyan having a girlfriend nor a boyfriend.

Of course, there are no sex dolls or other sex toys of any kind, either male or female.

For a young man of Qiu Jiyan's age and in good physical condition, this is unbelievable!

In the end, Qiu Yuebai and her boyfriend defined Qiu Jiyan as...asexual.

The car was almost at the Qiu family compound, Qiu Yuebai suddenly turned around.

"I may come out with my family when I come back this time, Yuan Fang, what do you think?"

Qiu Jiyan's steering wheel didn't move at all, but his lips trembled subconsciously.

"It's probably courting death."

Qiu Yuebai shrugged, "Okay, everyone else doesn't care, I'm only worried about the old lady's body."

The two big men of the same height glanced at each other. At this moment, their expressions in their eyes were all serious.

When Xia Wangchuan saw Qiu Yuebai, it was already time for the Qiu family to rest after the reunion dinner.

After gossiping with his family for a while, and being nice to Mrs. Ding for a while, Qiu Yuebai yelled that his whole body was sore and wanted a massage.

It was the first day he came back today, Mrs. Ding looked at him with good eyes, and her face was full of smiles.

As soon as he heard that his whole body was sore, he immediately asked Sister Qing to invite Xia Wangchuan.

Qiu Yuebai came to the massage room first by himself, and he was very happy. As soon as he entered the room, he took off his T-shirt and trousers, and sat on the massage table with only his underwear on, playing with his mobile phone.

When Xia Wangchuan knocked on the door and came in, his vision blurred, and he almost mistook Qiu Yuebai for Qiu Jiyan.

The main reason is that these two men who look the most similar in the Qiu family, after taking off their clothes... they look even more alike.

Seeing the masseur coming in, Qiu Yuebai frowned uncontrollably.

Xia Wangchuan's attire today was probably the ugliest day since he came to Qiu's house.

He didn't know why he had to be so sloppy when he met Qiu Yuebai, maybe it was because of Qiu Jiyan's strong tone of reminder last night.

For some reason, when that man became tough, Xia Wangchuan never felt afraid of him, on the contrary, he always felt an indescribable cuteness on his expressionless face.

Maybe it's because at this time, he always reminds me of his cold and hard stubbornness when he was obviously lonely and fragile in his youth.

When Xia Wangchuan walked from the edge of the living room to the massage room, Qiu Jiyan, who had been sitting on the outermost sofa, raised his eyes. When he saw his baggy clothes and big glasses, he subconsciously let out a sigh of relief.

Xia Wangchuan massaged Qiu Yuebai's back first.

Qiu Yuebai, who was lying on the massage bed, didn't cheer up after seeing Xia Wangchuan. Maybe he was too tired from the long-distance flight, and Xia Wangchuan's fingering was too comfortable and easy. He was actually pushing his back. fell asleep.

Xia Wangchuan occasionally turned his head to take a look at the man's sleeping face. He had to say that the man from the Qiu family had excellent and powerful genes.

Qiu Yuebai can be regarded as an out-and-out handsome man, and his whole body is full of strange artistic atmosphere.

After the back massage was over, Qiu Yuebai seemed to be almost asleep, and woke up rubbing his eyes.

"Mr. Qiu, please massage your head and heart and lungs."

Qiu Yuebai turned over obediently, Xia Wangchuan covered his lower abdomen with a thin blanket.

Qiu Yuebai was not used to it, "It's not cold, so don't cover it, I'm most afraid of heat."

As Qiu Yuebai said that, he grabbed the blanket off his body and threw it aside. Xia Wangchuan was inexplicably embarrassed by his long legs in underwear.

But he didn't insist anymore, and began to massage the acupuncture points on Qiu Yuebai's head.

Qiu Yuebai must have woken up enough, and now he is much more energetic.A pair of black and white peach blossom eyes were facing Xia Wangchuan who was massaging himself with his head bowed. After a few glances, he seemed to be suddenly interested in this rustic masseur, and stared intently at his face.

"How old is Master Xia this year?"

Qiu Yuebai looked at it for a while, then suddenly opened his mouth.

"28."

"Let me tell you, at first glance you look like you are in your 30s, but now you look closely, your skin is very good, you don't even look like 28, you look like 23 or [-] years old."

Being stared at by him, Xia Wangchuan was a little nervous, beads of sweat slowly seeped from the tip of his nose, and the big black glasses slipped a little along the bridge of his nose.

"Are your glasses myopic? I feel that your eyes must be very bright if you don't wear glasses. Now you can feel it through the lenses, shining brightly."

Xia Wangchuan didn't know how to answer his words for a while, the words in this man's mouth were completely different from Qiu Jiyan's, and when he talked and laughed, people felt an indescribable affection.

No wonder Qiu Jiyan said he had a sweet mouth.

There were two quick knocks on the door of the massage room, and it was quickly pushed open.

Qiu Jiyan frowned as he looked at Qiu Yuebai who was only wearing underwear and staring at Xia Wangchuan carefully.