In-house help system

Feng Li's kisses are always unexpected, people are caught off guard.

For example, when the season temperature is good, standing in the yard watering the flowers, or hanging the wrung clothes on the clothes rack, or when the first ray of sunshine in the morning shines into the dream.

But in any case, since the night of Prayer for Immortals, Ji Wenliang didn't intend to resist anymore - since he silently allowed that kiss, it would be too hypocritical to refuse it afterwards.

Besides... If the two love each other, there is no reason to refuse.

But the kiss was too long.

Waves of warmth evaporated from the wet clothes, before the oxygen in the lungs was squeezed out, Feng Li finally let him go.

In a daze, I felt a hand come to my waist, and my nimble fingers untied the belt.

Ji Wenliang didn't think that Feng Li was kindly trying to change his clothes.

"do not want!"

Startled, he hurriedly pushed away.

Pushing Feng Li far away, he slammed his back against the round table behind him, and let out a muffled groan.

"Are you okay, does it hurt? I... I didn't mean it."

Ji Wenliang never knew that he still had such great strength, so he hurriedly reached out to help him.

But was dodged.

"I see."

Feng Li dropped a sentence coldly, and walked out like ice shards.

"Where are you going under such heavy rain?" Ji Wenliang asked while looking at his back.

Feng Li kept walking and said, "The study."

Ji Wenliang took three steps and made two steps to catch up, and said: "Then, at least change your clothes first, I'll boil water, you take a bath, don't catch a cold."

Feng Li's footsteps stopped, he turned around and grabbed the scattered clothes in Ji Wenliang's arms, without looking at him, he replied: "I can do it myself."

He walked away without looking back.

Ji Wenliang regretted everything in his heart, the push just now was just a subconscious action, it didn't mean anything, but it made Feng Li misunderstand.

Thinking about it, from the very beginning, I was in the attitude of rejection. If a person is rejected too many times, it is inevitable to be disheartened.

Feng Li is sad.

Well, I'll apologize to him when he comes back tonight.

The bean-sized raindrops gradually turned into drizzle as dense as pinpoints, more sticky and longer, like a net woven of silver threads, and I don't know how many perturbed and confused hearts are gathered in it.

Seeing that the night was getting dark, through the layers of rain curtains, the dim lights of the study could still be seen beating tenaciously and alone.

There is no bed in the study room, do you intend to sleep?

Still... so sad.

Ji Wenliang sat at the table and waited and waited, finally stood up and walked out.

Although he took a lot of courage, when he reached the door of the study, he was still a little hesitant.

It was like a heavy iron ball was tied to his leg, and he couldn't take another step forward no matter what.

"Cough cough cough..."

While he was struggling, there was a coughing sound from inside the door.

Oops!The old injury happened just right, so I got caught in the rain, so I was afraid I might catch a cold.

He was in a mess, so he didn't care about anything, pushed open the door of the study, and walked in.

"Are you feeling unwell? Have you caught a cold?"

Feng Li looked up at him, suppressed his cough, and kept the pen in his hand.

"fine."

Seeing that his complexion was fine, Ji Wenliang felt relieved.

"It's getting late, let's paint tomorrow."

Although the result was drenched in heavy rain for several days, the body is still the most important thing, and it will not be too late to paint in the future.

Feng Li didn't reply this time, he was still drawing quietly.

Ji Wenliang approached cautiously, and asked gently: "Are you angry with me? It's my fault, I..."

There seemed to be a ball of cotton stuffed in his throat, and he couldn't speak no matter what.

Feng Li put down the pen in his hand, his deep voice seemed to be mixed with regret, and there was a heaviness in Ji Wenliang's voice that Ji Wenliang couldn't hear.

"It's my fault, I shouldn't force you."

This...how could this be coercion?

Feng Li has never done anything out of line, nor has he said anything out of line.

Ji Wenliang wanted to say something, but felt that all words were too pale, finally made up his mind, bent down, and kissed Feng Li's lips.

This was the first time he took the initiative, not to mention that the position was uncomfortable, so he became cruel again, sat on Feng Li's lap, and stretched out his arms to hook his neck.

Such a sincere move didn't get the slightest reaction, it didn't seem to be able to impress Feng Li.

After doing all this, Ji Wenliang didn't show any shame anymore, his moist lips moved to his ears, and there was a hint of pleading in his voice.

"...Feng Li..."

While speaking, hot and humid air rushed over, evoking a vague itching.

As if he couldn't bear it anymore, Feng Li suddenly picked up Ji Wenliang and walked towards the bedroom.

When passing the round table, there was a muffled sound from the neck.

"Can you turn off the lights?"

Feng Li smiled, bent down and blew out the lamp on the table.

The room suddenly darkened.

Feng Li lost his mana, and naturally he couldn't see things at night, as if he lost control of many things in an instant. In fact, he really lost much more than these, and he was extremely uncomfortable at first.

But those are not important, no matter what the cost is worth it-if he can get the most extravagant and most worthy return.

Now he has it.

He controlled those under him.

From body to mind, completely in control.

He can fiddle with it as he pleases.

at last.

Realizing this, Feng Li, who has always been calm and self-sufficient, obviously lost control.

"Fengli..." Ji Wenliang wanted to make up for it, so no matter how much Fengli tossed about, he obediently obeyed, but this kind of tossing seemed to have an endless meaning.

Tomorrow is not the end.

"Could you... um... can you stop?"

Being able to beg for mercy shows that it has reached its limit.

At this time, Feng Li hadn't taken off his gentle coat, he gently gnawed on his ear, and said in a low voice, "Do it again, okay?"

Ji Wenliang floated up and down, as if he was in the clouds, his brain was not bright enough, and he thought in his heart that he could bear it once.

Sometimes, in exchange for tolerance is to make progress.

"I... I don't want it anymore."

This time, he categorically refused.

Feng Li grabbed his resisting arm, pressed it against his messy hair, and replied decisively: "No."

Ji Wenliang finally realized that something was wrong, a flash of clarity flashed in his head, as if he remembered something, he complained angrily: "I see, when I pushed you, you deliberately... um... You deliberately retreated, right? I How can I push you with my strength, you...you...you liar!"

"You're right," Feng Li, who had been seen through, simply tore off his mask, his eyes turned ferocious.

A murderous aura gradually rose from his body.

Lifting Ji Wenliang's waist, his body sank, and he said viciously: "I'm just a liar."

Hit hard.

The light in the eyes of the people below was crushed.

In the yard in early spring, the scenery is superb, especially when magnolias are in bloom.

When a gust of wind blows, large petals will fall.

At this time, when Ji Wenliang was cleaning, he would deliberately ignore the land under the tree - too neat would destroy some of the beauty.

And on this day, there is no need to go out to sell paintings.

Because Feng Li would paint on the table under the tree, one painting would take a day.

According to him, such a beautiful scenery is too rare in a year, it can arouse his inspiration, he should not go out to sell paintings, he should paint.

Because painting requires inspiration.

When there is inspiration, the painting has soul.

Paintings with soul can be sold at a good price.

But in fact, except for magnolia blossoms, rain and snow, strong wind and dust, thick fog and frost, and even going to bed too late the night before, the neighbor’s dog disturbed the dream...all of these can be regarded as not going out to sell paintings. The reason - of course, this is also the meaning of Fengli.

So their days are very leisurely.

But this kind of leisure will occasionally drag them into embarrassing situations.

"No more rice!"

There was a noise from the kitchen.

Feng Li put down his pen, stood up, and gently fluttered his gray coarse robe with steady steps.

Holding the wooden lid in his hand, Ji Wenliang knocked on the edge of the rice vat, motioning him to look inside.

"There's no more rice."

Feng Li swept his eyes and touched the dark bottom of the tank.

This is the fruit of their laziness.

After a while of silence, Ji Wenliang would turn around and enter the bedroom, and take out the money bag from the interlayer of the cabinet—a copper coin lay quietly there.

He returned to the kitchen with the copper coins, when Feng Li had found the rice bag.

The two of them remained silent in an extremely tacit understanding, as if this could cover up their depraved behavior.

This is the most anticipated moment for gamblers.

Feng Li randomly entered one of the five casinos in Blind City.

As soon as his figure appeared at the entrance of the casino, sharp-eyed people caught him, immediately put on a smiling face, and greeted warmly: "Yo, Lord Feng is here."

This Lord Feng is the god of gamblers in the hearts of gamblers. He wins nine out of ten bets, and betting with him is definitely right.

It's a pity that I come here every half a month, not to mention that Bingling City is not a casino.

And I can't gamble a few games at a time, I only win a few catties of noodles and rice coins and then stop.

"You also play a few more games, and those of us will also be rewarded."

Someone always advises him.

Feng Li just shook his head and looked around.

He was thinking about which table to go to.

This is also the time when the gamblers are most nervous, their eyes are fixed on Feng Li's movements.

After all, the gaming table is only that big, and the best seats are up for grabs.

Sometimes, this serious-looking Feng Ye would play a joke with them, stop looking around and casually land on a table.

At this time, the crazy gamblers will gather their strength and run there in a swarm.

"Wang Laosan, squeeze me again!"

"Don't push, don't push!"

"Hey, where are my shoes?"

During the turmoil, Feng Li walked to another gambling table in a leisurely manner.

When the bell in front of the door rang, Ji Wenliang knew that Feng Li had returned.

He put down what he was doing and went to open the door.

He took the bulging rice bag from Feng Li's hand and walked towards the kitchen.

Lift the wooden lid and pour the rice into the jar.

After the last grain of rice fell, the rice jar was just full.

In this way, the rice in the tank was lacked and added again, accompanied by the sound of rustling, and five years passed in a flash.

The author has something to say:

Ji Wenliang: Why is it always me who takes the initiative every time?What did i do wrong?

When I was writing the first half, I was thinking: Feng Li, you are too deceitful, I will make you pay the price!

When writing the second half, I was thinking: woo woo woo, Feng Li is too pitiful, let's end like this.

Alas, no matter what, this head is to be given away.

The next chapter will be posted later, around 12:[-]?