Quick Transmigration: Straight Man Fails Again

Lin Jinan likes fishing, but he doesn't like to eat fish. He thinks the fish has too many thorns and is troublesome to eat.

The gentle side face of the man is extremely gentle under the light.

He carefully picked out the fish bone with his chopsticks and put the white fish into the youth's bowl.

Men are very particular about eating. They use small bowls made of white jade. Even the chopsticks are silver chopsticks.

"Is it delicious?" Fang Qingyue doesn't need to eat. He is immortal. He doesn't eat grain. Eating it will make the aura of physical strength turbid.

But he accompanied the youth to have a meal, and he did not worry about stomach discomfort at all.

Lin Jinan chewed the thin and smooth fish, nodded and said, "delicious."

The man has cooked for him for several life, and his cooking skills have improved a lot over the years.

Lin Jinan ate half of the fish in one breath with Fang Qingyue's beauty.

At the end of the night, the chickens kept in the cave by Lin Jinan ran to the foot of the mountain and hid far away to make room for the mountain god and his bride.

The beasts in the woods stopped howling, as if they had been informed in advance.

Lin Jinan unconsciously slipped his throat and swallowed for half a day before swallowing his saliva.

His back was against the rough stone wall, and a little more, he would be next to the flashlight.

Fang Qingyue looks at him attentively, reluctant to blink.

"What are you looking at me for? I'm a man like you, with two eyes, one nose and one mouth." Lin Jinan slightly raised his chin, "get out of the way, I want to sleep."

He unconsciously touched his waist, last time, the man bullied him miserably.

It took him a long time to get rid of the mark on his body.

"Don't move. Let me hold it." Fang Qingyue is not willing to let go. He buries his head under the young man's neck and sniffs it greedily.

It's like taking a sip and you'll be immortal.

"Just hold it. Don't move your hands." Lin Jinan tightened his clothes. He said with a smile, "I want to take a bath."

Taking a bath is just a temporary measure. Lin Jinan wants to buy himself a little time. He is not ready yet.

Fang Qingyue did not speak and looked at it for a long time.

Lin Jinan hugged the man's waist, but in a moment, they arrived dozens of kilometers away.

The man laughed and said helplessly, "you can open your eyes."

The stars seem to jump down from the night, flying in the sky a few meters away from Lin Ji Nan.

It's fireflies. Their tails are green.

On the grass, in the bushes.

The scene in front of him was very shocking. The moon seemed to rise from the lake. Lin felt that it was big and round, just like the white jade plate written by poets.

Their clothes were all soaked in the lake. Fang Qingyue's white clothes showed a transparent state and adhered tightly to the skin.

Six clearly shaped abdominal muscles can be seen.

"Can I wash clothes on your abdominal muscles?" Lin Jinan said, and he laughed.

The man looked at it suspiciously and asked, "what is abdominal muscle?"

Lin Jinan narrowed his eyes cunningly. He bent down and threw a handful of water on the man's body. "I don't understand. Can't you teach me..."

With that, he went over with his thin white fingers, pointing to the man's abdomen, sketching out the outline with his fingertips, "this is called the abdominal muscles."

Young people always have strange ideas. Some new words come out of his mouth.

Fang Qingyue seized the hand and said modestly, "I've been taught."