Chapter 979

Young master Yan opened his reply. When he looked at the words on the paper, his thin lips pulled slightly.

This man has no interest at all.

Qin Zong listed three options under the question of flying dragons and Phoenix on the paper.

A sit ups B push ups C 10K cross-country running

Which do you want to choose?

Young master Yan held the paper and touched her nose. She suddenly hooked her lips and smiled. Her beautiful face like a demon burst into a bright smile.

The baby squatted at the corner of the bed, tilted his head and watched all the changes in master Yan's expression.

Shit shoveling officer is not going crazy, is he?

Later, if I give my little fish to dry, I will reluctantly forgive him

Hey, shit shoveling officer, where are you going? My dried fish!

Master Yan stuffed the paper into his pocket and grabbed the window frame with his left hand.

The young man turned over the gap between the balconies and stood firmly on the balcony outside Qin Zong's room.

When the footsteps fell, Qin Zong looked over at the sound.

The moment I caught the boy crouching down, she really looked like a cat.

Fluffy black hair is messy and unruly. A pair of peach blossom eyes are half squinting. They are looking back at Qin Zong with a smile.

Young master Yan was so excited that he suddenly opened his mouth, "meow..."

Handsome as a demon, the boy squatted on the balcony, put his hands into small fists on the side of his face, and shouted low through the window.

Meow meow soft low dumb, with the wind fell to the man's heart.

Qin Zong... Sprouted blood on his face.

He stretched out his arm, opened the window with one hand, leaned his upper body forward, and dragged the boy into his arms.

But unexpectedly, Yantao bumped into his chest with excessive force.

Inertia took two people and fell into the middle of the bed.

The world is spinning, the youth is on the top, and Qin Zong is on the bottom.

Close together.

Young master Yan slowly straightened up his upper body and looked down at the cold man under him.

The young man's white face was full of a bright smile, and the peach blossom eyes were full of boundless colors.

Her fingertips were cool and she swam freely between Qin Zong's lower abdomen.

"I think the power of selection is very light, and it seems to bring magic, which makes a hot fire under the man's belly.

Qin zongfeng's eyes turned dark. It seemed that the fundus of his eyes would set off a storm at any time. He couldn't see the bottom deeply.

"What is the fourth option?"

Qin Zong asked in a low voice. His voice was hoarse and deep, vaguely mixed with repressed desire.

The atmosphere in the room began to become ambiguous and tense.

Qin Zong's slender jade like fingers caressed the young man's back and slid along her spine.

His movements were extremely slow, revealing the pressing force and extreme danger.

The young man didn't seem to notice it. A frivolous smile appeared on the perfect handsome face like a goblin, "of course... You sleep with me."

"This is... How about the fourth sport?"

The young man's voice was warm and pleasant, as if it were a stream flowing through the mountains.

It happened that she deliberately slowed down her speaking speed, lowered her head, leaned close to the man's neck, stuck to his cool skin, and spoke word by word.

Every word is provocation.

The boy's warm breath sprayed on Qin Zong's skin. He could even smell the sweetness wrapped under the boy's clear breath.

It was like dessert on the table, tempting him to swallow it.

He can even imagine the beauty of swallowing