After the group pet god was bound by the widow king

Chapter 64

The outside world is turbulent and treacherous, and the still water is deep.

Only in this hut reproduced by Yi Heng, time seems to have stopped flowing, the years are precious and warm.

Song Qinqing said to adapt, and Yi Heng really followed him to adapt.

The relationship between the two is very much like a doctor and a patient, but it is also like an ambiguous period of mutual testing.

In the early morning, Yi Heng would always sit on the sofa and read documents.

Judging from the quality of the paper, it is probably some important official documents of the underworld waiting for approval.

Song Qinqing got up later than Yi Heng, and after coming out of her room, she would always see Yi Heng in the living room.

Whenever he sensed Song Qinqing's presence, Yi Heng would put down everything in his hands and greet him gently first.

Afterwards, Yi Heng would carefully ask him about his breakfast preferences, and make a gesture to get up to prepare for him.

At the beginning, Song Qinqing was shocked by the "sense of double standards" and "sense of care", and his reaction was rather dull, and he would let Yi Heng "serve" him.

But once the adaptation program started, everything changed.

Song Qinqing would raise her hand to signal the man who stood up to stay still.

The man would also sit back obediently, staring at Song Qinqing with slight surprise in his eyes.

Yi Heng sat at one end of the long sofa, and Song Qinqing sat at the other end of the long sofa.

There was a distance of almost five people between the two.

From a distance, Song Qinqing turned to Yi Heng, her face was full of childlike anticipation, as if she was waiting for a reply.

Yi Heng looked confused, as if he didn't understand what he was expecting.

Seeing Yi Heng's expression, Song Qinqing was a little disappointed, and reminded, "Did you forget? We have to "adapt"!" "

"Oh!" Yi Heng suddenly realized, and nodded obediently.

"So how do you feel now?"

"Hmm..." Yi Heng tasted it, "Fortunately, nothing too special."

"Explain that you can accept this distance! Then I'll get closer!"

Like an advance notice, after saying this, Song Qinqing moved her body and got closer.

During this process, Yi Heng's eyes continued to follow Song Qinqing, which made him feel a little nervous.

After getting closer, Song Qinqing asked again: "What about now? Will you have a headache?"

"Uh..." Yi Heng's Adam's apple rolled, and his muscles tensed slightly, "A little bit."

Song Qinqing was surprised, "I only moved a little bit! You started to react just like that?"

"It's not a matter of distance..." Yi Heng clenched his hand into a fist, half-hid his expression, his eyes flickered, and he looked a little shy, "I've never seen you approach me so hard and carefully before. It's hard not to be moved .”

Bang.

Song Qinqing felt her brain buzz and her face flushed.

In the end, it was obviously to let the other party get used to the close distance, but the initiator of the adaptation got hit first.

The two blushed and lowered their heads for a while, then Song Qinqing moved a little further and asked, "What about now?"

"I can bear it."

Moved again, "What about now?"

"It's a little hard."

Song Qinqing stayed still, and waited for Yi Heng to nod his head before continuing to approach, "Then what now?"

"call……"

The distance between the two is almost side to side, and they can already feel the temperature of each other through the clothes.

Yi Heng's state also seemed a little restless.

It's not that there was no contact before, it's just that there were other factors interfering more or less in the environment of the two of them at that time.

But at this time, there were only the two of them in the environment.

The two of them interfere with each other.

Yi Heng turned his face away and didn't look at Qin Qing, his long legs were entangled awkwardly, as if he felt a little uncomfortable.

But even so, Yi Heng didn't move his body away, distanced himself from Song Qinqing.

Song Qinqing could feel that the man beside him was clearly agitated.

Obviously, this distance is not easy to adapt to, and the breathing rate of the other party is gradually accelerating.

It seemed that he could hear the rising and falling of the opponent's chest.

It seemed that he could feel the breathing of the other party, after falling from the lips and teeth between the nose, it fell on the back of his hand.

It seemed that he could clearly hear the heartbeat frequency of the other party, and he could hear the other party's gloomy sigh because of impatience.

"My lord?"

"Ok?"

"Why aren't you breathing?"

"what!"

Yi Heng opened his mouth to remind Song Qinqing.

It wasn't that she was frightened by the other party, Song Qinqing was frightened by herself.

It turned out that Song Qinqing himself was so focused that he forgot to breathe during the staggered breathing!

"That!" Song Qinqing bounced off the sofa, "Get used to it today! Continue next time!"

After speaking, Song Qinqing turned and ran away.

"Stupid, do I adapt or you adapt." Looking at the back of Little Cupid, Yi Heng couldn't hide his smile.

Later, because of the aftertaste, the top of his skull swelled slightly, and Yi Heng pressed his acupuncture points and asked himself: "Is this even tempting? Yi Heng?"

……

The method of adapting distance didn't work at first, but after a few days of trying, it finally paid off.

After Song Qinqing found that Yi Heng no longer had an obvious reaction to the distance, she began to look for a new way to adapt.

For example, physical contact.

Just like distance, this kind of adaptation also has a gradual process.

From the beginning of the advance notice and then touch, to the surprise attack after a disagreement.

From touching only through the clothing at the beginning, to directly touching the skin that is not covered by the clothing without anything behind.

Yi Heng's reaction was the same.

From the difficult adaptation at the beginning, to the tolerable later.

From the beginning, she was always attracted by Song Qinqing's cute reactions, but later on, she gradually became familiar with Song Qinqing's small movements and expressions.

Originally, this stage went smoothly, but that day...

Song Qinqing didn't feel that he had gone too far, but Yi Heng said that he had gone too far.

At that time, it was already midnight.

Yi Heng and Qin Qingben were sitting on the sofa chatting.

Feeling a little sleepy during the chat, Yi Heng yawned slightly.

As a result, Song Qinqing took advantage of this moment to rush over and put her hand on the other party's knee.

This position is actually covered by pants, judging by the degree, it is not a "high-risk" position.

However, Song Qinqing had never touched it before.

Because of the surprise attack, Song Qinqing moved in a hurry. When she jumped onto the sofa, she even threw away her slippers.

The boy nestled directly next to the man, pressing his soft hands on the top of the man's knees, the body temperature penetrated into the pajama pants and spread to the man's skin.

Yi Heng's face suddenly darkened, and he pinched Song Qinqing's wrist with his backhand.

Song Qinqing was frightened and panicked, "What's wrong? Has it started to hurt again?"

"No, but..." Yi Heng frowned and asked, "Why do you..."

"what?"

"What does it mean to touch a man's leg, don't you know?"

"Huh?" Song Qinqing bowed her head.

My hand is neatly pressed on the position slightly above the knee, and it is not over the limit!

But when the man said this, his eyes couldn't help but glance to the position he touched, and even higher...

boom.

Song Qinqing's ears turned red.

"Me!" Song Qinqing tried to retract her hand, "I didn't want to press there! I'm obviously far away! It's because you think too much!"

But Yi Heng grabbed his hand and wouldn't let him move it away, "I really think too much."

Song Qinqing felt that she was going to be scalded to death.

The man's knee was very hot, the thigh muscles of the man he hadn't touched were very hot, and the wrist he was pinching was also very hot.

At this moment, Yi Heng deliberately spoke in a hoarse voice, and his voice was so hot, "Every move you make makes me think a lot."

"Yi, Yi Heng, let's start today..."

"My dear."

When Shen Sheng called her name, Song Qinqing bit her lip and looked up, panickedly looking at Yi Heng.

He found that the man's gaze was like a knife that had just cut ice, cool and sharp, wandering over him.

Walking past his slender white wrist...

Walk over his well-knuckle ankles.

Yi Heng's eyes darkened.

The man's gaze was fixed on his wrist and ankle.

It seemed that he was going to be shackled and his freedom imprisoned...

It seemed that he wanted to destroy his muscles and make him lose the ability to move.

In this way, it becomes an accessory commodity.

Commodities cannot leave the shelf, nor can they leave the owner after being purchased.

It can only be handled by others.

"Well……"

Yi Heng let go of his hands suddenly, put his hands on his forehead, and curled up in pain.

On the top of the head, the brain nail flashed red.

"Yi Heng! Are you okay!" Song Qinqing was a little worried, and just pulled away from the lingering fear in her heart, she was about to check Yi Heng's situation.

"Leave me alone..." Yi Heng smiled wryly, and motioned him to leave first, "I did it on my own. Go to sleep first. I'll be fine by staying for a while."

"Yi Heng..."

"Don't worry. It's all going to be fine."

……

In the process of adapting, occasionally there will be such inexplicable misfires.

But overall, as Yi Heng said, everything is going in the direction of "getting better".

After being touched a lot, Yi Heng really got used to it better.

Sometimes, Song Qinqing deliberately stimulated this person with hands that had been soaked in cold water, and the other party's reaction would not be very big.

It's just that there are more uncertain consequences unknowingly.

Song Qinqing couldn't understand why their physical contact became more and more unconsciously later on.

In their daily relationship, they always meet inadvertently.

Washing vegetables in the kitchen together will touch hands; cleaning up dishes and chopsticks together will touch arms; drying clothes on the balcony together will bump into each other's shoulders when turning around.

Maybe, maybe.

These inadvertent touches are normal.

But, but...

Song Qinqing is very concerned.

When you touch it, your heart beats non-stop.

Yi Heng may have been passively accepting the adaptation plan, being "suppressed" for too long, and began to rebel.

Later, Yi Heng would deliberately touch him.

Whenever Song Qinqing's reaction was a little big, Yi Heng would look innocent.

It seems that I want to stick to him unconsciously, it seems that I am attracted to him unconsciously.

It was as if the two of them were magnets of opposite poles.

Put it on a occasion, that is, they will be attracted to each other.

After being "suppressed" for a while, Song Qinqing also began to rebound.

He flirted back even more recklessly.

Neither of them knew who was adapting to whom.

I don't know who is teasing whom.

Just like two immature children, because of the inexplicable desire to win, neither will let the other go.

It's also like two scheming businessmen, using superficial excuses to deliberately spy in private and act recklessly.

That day, Song Qinqing was pinned down on the waist and felt anxious, and pushed Yi Heng back against the wall.

Yi Heng was originally stronger, but he didn't know what he was thinking, and deliberately let Song Qinqing succeed.

Song Qinqing held the back of Yi Heng's neck with her palm, and saw that the person didn't react much, so she rubbed her neck bone down...

Until, an inch below the neck, I felt a piece of bumpy skin.

Like a hideous scar.