novelraw Chapter 256 No gift
Chapter 256 No gift
Chapter 256 No gift
I don't know how long it has passed, but for Lu An, every second is an ultimate enjoyment.
The white and smooth skin is covered with palms, even if it doesn't move, it is very comfortable.
"Uncle, have you touched enough?" Zhao Yunqing finally blushed and asked quietly:
"Do you feel if I have a belly?"
"Ah?" Lu An quickly reacted, and quickly pulled his hand out.
Although what I was thinking in my heart was that I just covered it with my hand and didn't move, how could I feel it?
What's more, in such a short time, I can't notice anything.
However, what he said was:
"I feel it, I don't have a belly."
Even though he wanted to continue touching and experience this feeling more, Lu An's morality did not allow him to continue.
A man's true colors are all constrained by moral concepts.
Zhao Yunqing noticed that after Lu An's big hand left, the area that was originally covered by the palm seemed to have lost its protection, and suddenly a gust of cold wind rushed in.
Although I felt a little uncomfortable, I wanted to continue to put my palm up, but I was too embarrassed to say it out loud, so I had to ask shyly:
"Uncle, I don't have a belly, do I?"
"No, no." Lu An quickly waved his hand to deny.
Even though he didn't have a clear answer, Lu An knew how to answer.
However, as soon as the words came out of his mouth, Lu An inevitably felt a wave of regret.
I should say that I have. In this case, Zhao Yunqing might let me touch it just to prove it.
Or give yourself a chance later!
Alas, hasty!
Lu An's inner thoughts were naturally not understood by Zhao Yunqing.
Upon hearing Lu An's answer, Zhao Yunqing raised his head happily and said proudly:
"Hmph, uncle, I've already said that I don't have a belly. My figure is the most perfect!"
[Reminder: Zhao Yunqing is happy, the script progress of the movie "The Brother Who Sleeps on My Upper Bunk" has increased by 5.00% (current progress: 70%). 】
"Yes!" Lu An nodded, also agreeing with Zhao Yunqing's statement.
Afterwards, time and space fell into silence.
Neither of them spoke.
Lu An couldn't help but began to reminisce about the feeling of touching Zhao Yunqing's skin. Zhao Yunqing was sitting next to Lu An, also thinking about something.
"It's ten o'clock, I'm going back first." Lu An suddenly stood up and said softly to Zhao Yun.
"Ah? Oh! Okay." Zhao Yun was taken aback, he didn't expect the time to pass so quickly.
I clearly felt that it didn't take long, but it was already past ten o'clock.
"Uncle, let me take you down."
"Ah."
Lu An walked in front, and Zhao Yunqing followed behind Lu An, step by step.
Arriving at the side of the car, Lu An suddenly remembered that the Valentine's Day gift he had prepared for Zhao Yunqing today hadn't been delivered yet.
And this gift is placed in the back seat of the car.
Just when he was about to think about how to give this gift out in a surprising way, Zhao Yunqing suddenly tilted his head, looked at Lu An and said:
"Today's Valentine's Day, I haven't given you a gift yet, will you be a little disappointed?"
"Ah, no." When Lu An heard this, he waved his hands to show that he didn't care.
"Uncle, it's not that I haven't prepared any gifts. It's just that the logistics are a bit slow because of the Chinese New Year. They will arrive tomorrow." Zhao Yunching explained:
"But it's the same for you tomorrow."
"En." Just as Lu An nodded, he heard Zhao Yunqing go on to say:
"Tomorrow is our one-year anniversary together. It's a good time to give you."
"Hiss!" Lu An suddenly gasped.
How could I forget this!
Tomorrow is the one year anniversary!
You should prepare a gift yourself.
But I only bought one gift, which was for Zhao Yunqing's Valentine's Day.
Why don't you give it away now, save it for tomorrow?
Such an idea suddenly popped up in Lu An's mind.
But if this is the case, will she be sad if she didn't give Zhao Yunqing a Valentine's Day gift today?
"Yun Qing, I didn't give you a Valentine's Day gift today, will you be angry?" Lu An asked frankly.
"Ah?" Zhao Yun was taken aback, and then asked with a smile:
"Uncle, who said you didn't give me a gift?"
Then, Zhao Yun started counting with his fingers lightly:
"Uncle, you drove to pick me up in the morning, gave me a bouquet of flowers, then took me to make cakes together, watched movies with me in the afternoon, and ate cakes in the evening.
With so many gifts, I am already very happy and happy! "
"Really?" Lu An asked worriedly.
"Of course!" Zhao Yun replied lightly and quickly:
"After all, I didn't give you a gift either."
"..."
"Okay, okay, uncle, you should go home quickly, otherwise it will be too late." Zhao Yunqing urged:
"After all, you have to come early tomorrow."
"Oh, good." Hearing Zhao Yunqing's urging, Lu An had no choice but to get in the car.
I have to say that with the car that Zhao Wenying lent her, I really don't have to worry about transportation.
"Bye bye!" Zhao Yun lightly raised his hand and waved at Lu An.
Lu An turned his head and waved in response.
When the accelerator was stepped on, the engine also made a "woo-woo-woo" sound, and the four-wheeled steel monster started to move.
Watching the car go away, Zhao Yunqing thought back to this day, and he was quite satisfied and happy in his heart.
[Reminder: Zhao Yunqing is happy, the script progress of the movie "The Brother Who Sleeps on My Upper Bunk" has increased by 5.00% (current progress: 75%). 】
After he could no longer see the shadow of the car, Zhao Yun turned around and walked towards the house.
After returning home, after taking a comfortable hot bath, Zhao Yunqing lay on the bed alone, and couldn't help recalling the feeling of uncle putting his palm on his stomach tonight.
Thinking of this, Zhao Yunqing stretched out his palm subconsciously, inserted it through the gap in the pajamas, and slowly placed it where he thought the uncle's palm was before.
After a while, Zhao Yunqing pulled out his palm a little angrily.
Different!
It's not the same at all!
The feeling of the uncle's palm covering it is completely different from my own.
"Ugh!"
Zhao Yun sighed lightly, bent one hand, and put it under his head, his brows were slightly frowned, but he was thinking, how can he think of a way to let the uncle touch his stomach again tomorrow?
Then I thought, what if the uncle touches his stomach and moves around and touches a sensitive area?
No, no, uncle's hands are very regular today, he didn't move at all, and he definitely won't move randomly.
What's more, even if you do come across it, then...
Suddenly a blush flew up on his face.
(End of this chapter)