General Attack] Daily routine of cannon fodder drilling (high H, np)

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Arriving at the manor, the servants brought Han Changfeng and Feng Yi to the main house. The manor was filled with an antique atmosphere, which overwhelmed Han Changfeng.

"sit."

Meng Chuanxiong pointed to the futon aside and looked at the two people at the door.

"Chuanxiong."

Han Changfeng sat down next to Meng Chuanxiong and pulled Feng Yi to sit on his left side. Meng Chuanxiong glanced at him but said nothing.

"Have you got a meal yet?"

Han Changfeng asked shamelessly, as if he didn't feel the strange atmosphere in the room at all. Meng Chuanxiong raised his eyebrows and stared at him, silently.

"I'm hungry."

Han Changfeng looked at Meng Chuanxiong eagerly, and Meng Chuanxiong sneered and called for the waiter to serve the food.

"Eat a pastry first."

Feng Yi casually took the snacks on the table, leaned to the side, half nestled in Han Changfeng's arms, and handed the snacks to Han Changfeng's mouth with his delicate hands.

Seeing Feng Yi who was different from usual and the condensation coming from the side, Han Changfeng felt bitter in his heart and opened his mouth stiffly.

The pastry was sweet but not greasy, and very delicious, but Han Changfeng bit it mechanically and could not taste it for a while.

"eat."

Not to be outdone, Meng Chuanxiong handed the snack to Han Changfeng. Han Changfeng opened his mouth and swallowed it in one gulp.

It would have been a wonderful thing to have two handsome men with striking looks clinging to each other, but the beautiful men secretly competed with each other, and the smell of gunpowder was all over Han Changfeng's face, and Han Changfeng didn't even think about enjoying himself. .

I thought this matter would be over, but when it was time to eat, the situation gradually evolved into something out of control.

"eat."

"Chang Feng, try this."

Han Changfeng tried his best to swallow the food in the bowl, but there were more and more dishes, and they were almost overflowing the edge of the bowl.

Han Changfeng took a deep breath, put the bowl on the table, and leaned back against his swollen stomach.

"Please spare me, Hiccup."

Seeing this, Feng Yi and Meng Chuanxiong looked at each other and stopped using their chopsticks in tacit agreement.

Both hands touched Han Changfeng's belly at the same time. Feng Yi and Meng Chuanxiong paused for a moment before meeting their eyes again, neither letting go of the other.

"Touch them all, one person at a time."

Han Changfeng broke the silence first, divided his stomach into two parts, and held the hands of two people respectively.

"Slippery."

Feng Yi raised a smile, and his childish mentality suddenly disappeared, returning to his former gentle and steady appearance.

Meng Chuanxiong snorted coldly, put away his leaked emotions, and lay down next to Han Changfeng. Feng Yi also took the opportunity to lie down.

Han Changfeng put his arms around their waists and enjoyed the long-lost tranquility, thinking that this matter was in the past.