Chapter 23 "Teaching" Smoking

When Si Miao went back, it was dark.

He bought a few corn at the night market. If he couldn't bake it, he could make some other corn dishes. As a result, the East East did not return, and he went back to the room to rest.

At twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, the password lock was sounded, and Si Miao stretched his shoes to the door. What Ji came in to see the picture of the children wearing white and blue plaid pajamas and kept rubbing their eyes.

"Wake up?" Ji Yuang changed his shoes.

"No, I haven't been sleeping." Si Miao took the coat on his arm.

Ji Yun East was empty and felt a little uncomfortable. Seeing Si Miao went to the switch and stopped: "No need to turn on the lights, I sleep after washing, and you go back to sleep."

But when the child didn't listen to him, he still turned on the wall lamp.

Ji Huoyong did not let the lights open the lights to affect Si Miao's sleep. Since the other party insisted on opening, he had to say more, and the collar was brought into the bathroom.

After the bath came out, he found that the lamp was still on, and Si Miao did not return to the room, and he was lying on the sofa.

Ji Yue east with a towel, patted him in the past, "kid."

Si Miao sat up and sat up, "Huh?"

"Go back to sleep."

The man had just taken a shower, his hair had not been dried, and the water droplets slowly flowed along the tough jaw lines. There was a kind of sexy that was unspeakable, and Si Miao suddenly became energetic.

He glanced quietly, "I, I don't sleep first."

"Why not sleep?"

Si Miao was silent for a while.

Ji Yuedong didn't know what medicine he sold in his gourd. He wiped his head lazily and waited for him to answer. The smell of shampoo was scattered in the living room. Si Miao jumped faster and faster.

"You ..." Si Miao was a bit difficult to open up, "Have you forgotten?"

Ji Yueye raised an eyebrow, "What?"

"You ..." Si Miao gritted his teeth, too hard to cause the tail sound to tremble a bit, "You said waiting for me to come back ... I want to teach me to smoke."

Ji Yue is dumb.

Do not sleep in the middle of the night, wait for this?

He threw towels on the coffee table and walked to Si Miao. Si Miao was shrouded in the tall figure of the man, but it seemed to be shown without a dead end of 360 degrees by the flash. The nervous hands were not hands, and his feet were not feet.

"Do you really want to learn?" Ji Yuang asked eastward.

Si Miao: "Think, think."

"Okay," Ji Guang took a cigarette from the cigarette case and ignited, and the cigarette holder was handed to his mouth, "Come."

Si Miao hesitated.

The "teaching smoking" in his imagination was not like this. He thought that Ji Hui would first fire the cigarette in his mouth and hand it to him.

Just imagining that picture, couldn't help blushing.

Seeing that he didn't move for a long time, the man's hand went further, the cigarette holder was already attached to his lips, and the tone was irresistible, "Come on, smoke."

Si Miao's eyelids jumped and she looked up at him.

Looking at it from this angle, the man's thin lips were tightly pursed, and the corners of his slightly raised eyes showed a hint of coldness.

Only then did he react, Ji Yuedong seemed to be angry.

"Look at what I do," Ji Yuedong said coldly, "Don't you want to learn to smoke, open your mouth."

Si Miao didn't know how to provoke him, how could he think about smoking, just as he was about to ask why, the shadow in front of him suddenly enlarged——

The man bowed his body slightly, and pinched his cheeks with two fingers involuntarily!

Si Miao's lips were slightly opened by him. Taking this opportunity, the man neatly inserted the cigarette holder into his mouth!

"Cough, cough!" He was forced to inhale the smoke in his mouth, coughed twice in an instant, and reached out to pull the smoke out.

"Don't touch it," Ji Yuedong easily wrapped his wrists with one hand, "don't you want to smoke? I'll let you smoke enough tonight."

"Well..." Si Miao has been working on farm work since childhood and has great strength, but Ji Yuedong's hands are like pliers, and he can't break free no matter how much he earns.

"Does it taste good?" Ji Yuedong asked coldly.

Si Miao: "..."

He was choked and coughed continuously, and his eyes were red.

Ji Yuedong: "It seems that you like it very much, then continue to smoke."

Si Miao didn't give up the struggle. The more he struggled, the tighter Ji Yuedong's hoop became. After a while, Ji Yuedong asked again, "Does it taste good?"

Si Miao still didn't speak.

Ji Yuedong raised his eyebrows, as if a little surprised, but his hands did not relax at all.

It was not until a cigarette burned out and the ashes scattered all over the ground that Si Miao stopped struggling.

Ji Yuedong pulled out the butt of the cigarette, increased his strength, and asked for the third time, "Does it taste good?"

Si Miao raised his head.

The eyes met, and the cold white light hit the boy's face, causing his eyes to be red and swollen.

Ji Yuedong frowned slightly, "Answer my question."

Si Miao looked away and whispered, "It doesn't taste good."

Ji Yuedong's face turned slightly, "Do you still want to smoke in the future?"

"......In no mood."

Ji Yuedong finally let go.

Because of the hoop for too long, Si Miao's wrist hurt badly. He didn't want to show weakness in front of Ji Yuedong, so he immediately hid his hands behind his back.

Ji Yuedong glanced at him lightly, didn't ask anything, and went back to the room.

The living room was quiet, and then Si Miao took out his hand and took a look - there were four red marks lying on the thin white wrist.

He held the wound, wanting to rub it.

But he saw the person who had just left go back and sit beside him.

The smell of the shower gel enveloped Si Miao, and his face turned a little red just now, "You..."

Ji Yuedong pulled his wrist and frowned, "Don't move."

This time, the action was different from the last time. It was very light and careful. Ji Yuedong opened the medicated oil in his hand and spread it evenly on his wrist.

The smell of the medicated oil covered the smell of the shower gel, Si Miao lowered his head, didn't dare to breathe or look, the two were silent for a while, and then Ji Yuedong said in a low voice: "Smoke is not a good tool to relieve anxiety, you Best not to touch it."

It turned out that he was caring about him... Si Miao gave a small "um".

"The same is true of wine and other things," Ji Yuedong rubbed patiently. "If you are in a really bad mood, you can choose a way to solve it without hurting your body."

Si Miao's heart moved, and she didn't know where the courage came from, "For example... can I choose to call you?"

Ji Yuedong lifted his eyelids and glanced at him.

Si Miao was seen as sitting on pins and needles, but still insisted on sticking to his neck.

"Okay," Ji Yuedong chuckled lightly for a long time, "I will accompany you at any time."