Quick Transmigration: Straight Man Fails Again

Feng Tian Lin was in short supply. Without the youth around, he felt that he couldn't do anything.

The party, at five o'clock in the afternoon, returned to the villa.

A Zhi proposed to have a self-service barbecue in the garden at night, which was quickly approved by all.

"Primary school brother, take advantage of the opportunity." Wang dark with a few people, driving to the supermarket, shopping for barbecue ingredients.

As for the two people who are left at home, they are responsible for arranging the dining environment around them. This is the opportunity he creates for them to be alone.

"Thank you, schoolmaster." Feng Tianlin smile, he will send a few people to the car, turn his head to look at the youth beside him, "Zhuang Zhuang, let's go back."

Lin Jinan should, his leg dare not exert force, one effort will hurt.

"Be careful. You almost fell out." Feng Tianlin worried, he helped the youth's arm, a hand on the other side's waist.

"Thank you, president. Can you let go of your hand?" Aware of each other's small movements, Lin Jinan's tone is very cold, even his eyes are cold.

Feng Tianlin was like being stung by a wasp and quickly took back his hand. His expression was very embarrassed.

Just now, he even rubbed the waist of the youth with his palm

Feng Tianlin followed the youth in silence. He opened his mouth and wanted to apologize. But the young man looked very angry. When he got to his mouth, he swallowed it so raw.

Lin Jinan put the clean cup on the table, and cut the fruit later to avoid oxidation in advance.

White neck, with a little red trace, with the movement of the youth, those traces more and more, all the way to the depressed spine.

Feng Tianlin followed the devil, staring at the young man's neck.

The other party's eyes are too focused, and Lin Jinan's back is burning. He looked at it slightly annoyed, but his tone was very soft. "President, can you help me move the chair out? My feet are not very convenient. "

Just as soon as the young man wakes up, it's good for me

The words that come out stumbling, Feng Tianlin confirmed that youth this is to hate themselves.

"Mr. Lin, Feng Tianlin has just been staring at your neck." The system calculated the time and added, "it took about 20 minutes."

Lin Jinan touched his neck. The marks didn't itch or hurt. Every production date was fresh.

Feng Tianlin lingered for nearly ten minutes before he moved the chair out.

The young man had set up the barbecue and bent over to light a charcoal fire. He put down his work and looked up. "President, do you have something to say to me?"

Feng Tianlin's Frank eyes on the young man faltered and asked, "the mark on your neck is, how did you get it..."

Before he met a young girl, he had to ask a young man what he wanted to do.

All of a sudden, those marks came out without trace, but Feng Tianlin was sure that there was no trace on the young man's neck on the day of the foundation.

"It's probably a bug bite. In the morning, I'm in the sun in the garden." Lin Jinan said with a smile. He looked at Feng Tianlin and asked, "a lot of them?"

"Well, a lot. Do you want ointment? I have it in my room The string in Feng Tianlin's head loosened, and he remembered something.

In the summer vacation of his sophomore year, he had a sleep on the garden bench. After getting up, he had many red pimples on his body, as if he had been sucked out with his mouth.

Feng Tianlin believed in the youth's statement, or that he was more willing to accept the fact that the trace on the youth's neck was bitten by insects.