The Male God Taught Me How to Raid Him

Chapter 11

Jiang Putao let Feng Yu drag him in, the small cake in his hand was not steady, and the buttercream on it fell off, all rubbing against Jiang Putao's collarbone and chest.

    Feng Yu put the candlestick aside, looked at Jiang Putao covered in cream, and asked him:

    "Jing Putao, you came in the middle of the night just to bring me a cake?"

    Jiang Putao raised his hand to wipe the cream on his collarbone, subconsciously Putting it in his mouth and licking it, the sweetness relieved his fear of walking all the way.

    Feng Yu's villa area couldn't get in by car, so he could only get off at the gate of the villa area, registered with the guard, and walked all the way in the dark.

    The power in the villa area was completely cut off, and none of the street lights on the side of the road were on. There was no one around, not even a passing car.

    It wasn't until he saw Feng Yu opened the door and saw Feng Yu that he breathed a sigh of relief.

    He nodded, and didn't say that he came here because he was worried about Feng Yu, but just glanced at the small cake with a large piece of cream in his hand, raised the plastic bag in the other hand, and handed it to Feng Yu. Feng Yu asked again.

    "Feng Yu, do you eat small cakes? Grape flavor!"

    Feng Yu looked at the bag handed in front of him without making a sound, his eyes fell on Jiang Putao's face, as if examining it.

    How could he not know how Jiang Putao got here? The management of this villa area has always been strict. If Jiang Putao wants to come, he can only walk in.

    Feng Yu never forgot Jiang Putao's fear of the dark when the evening class suddenly had a power outage.

    Jiang Putao, who is so afraid of the dark, walked through the long path in the villa area alone in the middle of the night, knocked on his door, and said that he was just here to give him a small cake.

    Feng Yu didn't look at the plastic bag Jiang Putao was carrying, he bent slightly, and held Jiang Putao's hand holding the cake.

    Jiang Putao's skin was still a little cold, when Feng Yu suddenly grabbed his wrist, his body trembled unconsciously, and he didn't hide.

    He looked at Feng Yu with both eyes, and watched Feng Yu approaching a little bit, and Feng Yu's figure in his eyes continued to enlarge.

    Feng Yu's hand holding Jiang Putao slowly slid down, his fingertips slid along Jiang Putao's arm all the way to his shoulder as if there was nothing, and lightly draped his shoulder, breathing also sprayed on Jiang Putao's side face.

    Jiang Putao looked at Feng Yu who kept approaching, his heartbeat almost stopped, he only vaguely thought about how Feng Yu's face was injured, and he couldn't think of anything else.

    Feng Yu's breath slowly merged with Jiang Putao's, and then slightly staggered, slid across his cheeks, ears, and finally sprayed on Jiang Putao's collarbone.

    There, there was a sticky piece of cream with grape jam. From a close distance, Feng Yu could almost smell the sweetness of the cream.

    Jiang Putao's hand holding the bag had long since dropped, the bag was hooked on his fingertips, almost unable to hold it, but the small cake in his other hand was still tightly grasped, and he was grasping it a little deformed.

    He stood there limply, feeling Feng Yu's breath on the side of his neck, almost thinking that Feng Yu would kiss his neck covered with cream.

    But Feng Yu just stopped there without doing anything.