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Chapter 53 The Werewolf Killing in the Entertainment Industry (1) (17)(2/7)

The numb touch came from the base of his thighs. Zhang Qingyu's fingertips seemed to have electric current, which could make him feel dizzy through his clothes.

Xia Yihui's whole body trembled, and his breathing increased a little uncontrollably, which sounded like a breathing sound. He quickly reacted, ignoring the barrage of "yooooooooo" and simply pursed his lips tightly, resolutely not making any sounds similar to those just now.

Although there were restrictions on bans in the dark room, the two of them were too close to each other, and even a slight change could not escape the other's senses. Xia Yihui's slight tremor just now was almost magnified countless times, almost shaking his body together.

The atmosphere seemed to suddenly become ambiguous. Xia Yihui could feel Zhang Qingyu's fingertips trembling slightly. This made his heart feel itchy and numb, and he felt very uncomfortable.

About a few seconds later, the electronic sound finally changed the prompt sound.

【Put apart the legs.】

Xia Yihui was wondering whether to break open Zhang Qingyu's legs forcibly, or to split with tears in his eyes. At this time, the next sentence of the electronic sound came out immediately.

【Just put it on your body.】

“…” Xia Yihui was terrified, “Where to put it?”

Spread your legs and put them on the other person's body. This position...it's very strange no matter how you think about it!

He tried hard to blink, trying to identify the expression of the person in front of him, but it was pitch black and could only barely see the latter's figure.

The thin waist was wrapped in a military uniform, looking extremely abstinent. The badge on his chest flashed in the darkness, and he supported his head with one hand, and his side seemed to be able to kiss the other person's wrist.

Looking left and right, the only place where you can 'rest' your legs is the broad shoulders. Eliminating all kinds of inner entanglements and embarrassment, there should be a suitable position.

Xia Yihui swallowed her saliva and was in a hurry.

Really, do you really have to put it on? Zhang Qingyu wouldn't tear him up, right?

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"Or, change/positioning can also be…"

Before he finished speaking, Xia Yihui stopped suddenly and drowned himself fiercely.

I had said before that I didn’t want to evoke Zhang Qingyu’s painful memories, but why did I change my mind in a few minutes? After thinking about it, Xia Yihui finally decided to put his foot on Zhang Qingyu’s shoulder.

Anyway, it is so dark now that only Zhang Qingyu can feel it. He only left the shame to Zhang Qingyu alone. According to his stupid temperament, he will definitely not spread the matter.

To give a hint, Xia Yihui said he had tried.

He closed his eyes fiercely, and when he opened his eyes, he didn't see the last trace of hesitation in his eyes, leaving only the determination to die.

He pulled out his palm slightly, pressed against Zhang Qingyu's shoulder, and pushed him away slightly.

The latter was very obedient and sat up directly with this force, kneeling on Xia Yihui's waist with both knees, supporting the bed with one hand, and putting the other hand on Xia Yihui's legs half awkwardly.

The distance is widened, but the ambiguous atmosphere has not weakened at all. After all, a bed, one step will always remind people of some undescribable things.

Zhang Qingyu was stiff all over, his pants were still wet, and his hair was dripping downwards.

He was covered in cold and dampness, but his skin was extremely hot. No need to think about it, his auricles must be red now, and he pursed his lips at a loss.

Zhang Qingyu is always particularly likable. Xia Yihui's forehead hurts, and he always feels that the feeling of déjà in front of him is stronger, as if the same thing happened a long time ago.

A bed, no, maybe it's not a bed, maybe it's an operating table or something, and it's also Zhang Qingyu pressing him under him... I can't remember clearly what comes from behind.

"One minute is left, Xia Xia is a little faster!"

I haven't heard the electronic sound update prompt for a long time. Many viewers in the live broadcast room were impatient, but unfortunately there was a black screen. They could not accurately figure out which action Xia Yihui did, and in the end they could only worry through a screen.

Of course, Xia Yihui knew that there was only one minute left. He had been counting seconds silently in his heart since he entered the dark room, but even though he knew, he had been delaying until this time, which was enough to show his inner confusion.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

I was silently chanting several words in my heart. Xia Yihui raised his legs effortlessly, as if to cover up something, and placed them heavily on Zhang Qingyu's shoulders, so that the military emblem on the latter's shoulders all scattered his calf muscles.

Zhang Qingyu's shoulder was heavy, and hesitated for several seconds, touched his hand on his shoulder. When the angle was wrong, he grabbed Xia Yihui's ankle.

His finger abdomen struck two times at the protruding bone of the ankle. He paused for several seconds until Xia Yihui felt uncomfortable and closed his legs upwards. He let go as if he was electrocuted, his whole body stiffened, and he clenched the sheet under him.

Xia Yihui's heart was beating wildly, and he believed that Zhang Qingyu was not much better than him.

I could feel a hard wooden board under me, and I was also a man with a stiff body close to petrification.

This feeling was so bad. Just when Xia Yihui couldn't control himself and wanted to retract his legs, the electronic sound prompt finally came late.

[Above questions: lift the hot quilt, touch it on your legs, spread your legs apart, put it on your body, and make a daily necessity.]

Xia Yihui expressed his gratitude.

The last shameful action was exchanged for the four big words "living supplies", which was quite cost-effective to think about.

At this time, there are still 30 seconds left before exiting the dark room.

Xia Yihui stared at the situation in front of him and fell into deep thought.

Although the game ends clearly, there is no way to explain it during the game.

After going out, Zhang Qingyu might have regarded him as a pervert, and might have stayed away from him silently and stood on the wooden board and stared at him speechlessly with a condemnation look.

...The sense of this picture is particularly strong, so strong that Xia Yihui is very tired.

After a pause, Xia Yihui tried to remove his legs from Zhang Qingyu's shoulders. The latter did not react much and was still half-kneeling, as if he was worshiping in front of the altar.

The root of the thigh was extremely sore, but it was pitch black around it, and the barrage could not be seen, Zhang Qingyu could not be seen, and even he could not see himself. Xia Yihui simply let himself go, reached out and rubbed his butt to relieve the pain.

After rubbing it twice, the person on his body suddenly moved.

Xia Yihui was shocked and immediately stopped rubbing her butt.

He died young, and wireless escape games can improve the basic indicators of people, including vision... Could it be that Zhang Qingyu can't see it?

Xia Yihui felt suffocated. The posture just now was so vulgar. If he was seen, his wise image of Gao Wei would not be broken.

After thinking about it, Xia Yihui comforted himself: "Forget it, I have seen the appearance of just covering a rag with my naked body, and the rest are all small things."

My mind was constantly moving, but time just passed for a few seconds.

Zhang Qingyu slowly covered Xia Yihui's leg, and the latter immediately spoke in a conditioned reflex: "Are you still addicted to touch?"

In the darkness, the forbidden speech was still in effect. Seeing that Zhang Qingyu's actions continued, Xia Yihui felt a little panicked in no way.

That feeling of both eyes comes up again.

Someone pushed him down on the hard operating table and reached out to touch him randomly. His movements were different from the gentleness he was now. At that time, he should have been even more panicked, and even a hint of anger was mixed with it, like a warrior attacking the territory, expanding territory on him.

Xia Yihui had long known that his first time with Zhang Qingyu was not wonderful, but he didn't expect it to be so unbeautiful.

The fragments of fragments emerged again, and the face in my memory coincided with the outline in the darkness in front of me. Something seemed to be about to emerge, and was sealed by a tight layer of film.

Xia Yihui resisted and immediately wanted to pat Zhang Qingyu's hand. But he didn't know that the latter paused his palm and began to use a strange technique... to rub his legs for him.

This technique is very strange. Sometimes the strength will be stronger, sometimes it will be smaller, and it will be gentle and gentle, which will feel quite comfortable. Xia Yihe hesitated for a while, but no longer resisted, but lay down and enjoyed it.

There was silence in the darkness and no one spoke.

The live broadcast room has questions, and the refresh speed is slightly faster than before.

"Ahhhh why is it suddenly so quiet? Is it because I got stuck?"

"What are you doing! What are you doing!"

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

"It's particularly annoying to have a black screen at this time. I seem to see what they are doing. 1551."

"No, I didn't see, I didn't hear, I didn't know anything. Xia Xia is still my husband, and this is indisputable (dog head)"

"God Master Zhang! Aren't you very cold? Where are you cold? Where are you cold? As a result, you are only cold to outsiders? You cry~~"

"So, I replaced Xia Xia with someone else... Oh my God, I feel like I'll get stuck on the step of going to bed. Zhang Dashen kicked the bed over, then cracked it, and then stared at the poor man with death hahaha."

"Hahahaha, what happened to the barrage just now? Is the sense of picture so strong? Then I will substitute the Lord Zhang to someone else... Why does emmmmmmm feel that there will be no change? Haha, isn't Lord Zhang so pitiful when I think about it this way? She is like a little fairy like Xia Xia."

"No, putting Master Zhang into other people, Xia Xia will only collect prompts faster~"

"Hahahahahahahahahahaha everyone in the barrage is talented and he speaks nicely. I have been in Xiaxia's live broadcast room for several days, and Yaoshi is not ready to give up treatment hhhhhhhhhh"

Of course, Xia Yihui would not watch the barrage in the game. He wanted to cherish it very much, but unfortunately this time was only a few dozen seconds and passed in a flash.

Soon my eyelids sank and my surroundings changed again.

Suddenly, the light that came suddenly stimulated the eye mask. Xia Yihui blocked the sun with his hands and squinted his eyes for a while.

After feeling a little better, he immediately turned around and looked down, wanting to explain to Zhang Qingyu that his perverted behavior was not his intention. You must know that he is actually a righteous young man who wants to contribute to society.

Looking down, Zhang Qingyu seemed to have just returned to the wooden board and was standing on it in a daze.

From the back, you can only see his red auricles.

I'm actually shy again...

Xia Yihui held her face and smirked for a while, without forcing an explanation.

With a loud "dong" sound, Xia Yihui's wrist slipped and his palm directly slapped his nose bridge, and his eyes were filled with pain.

Xia Yihui looked at the source of the sound for no reason.

The source of the noise was Li Bai. He didn't know what kind of mental torture he had just been in the dark room. His clothes were messy, his hair on the side of his face was curled, and a burnt smell came to his nose.

If you remember correctly, the theme of Li Bai's small black room is shackles and whip. Now it seems that there are candles. This is probably a magical 'letter' topic.

Thinking of this, Xia Yihui couldn't help laughing.
To be continued...
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