[2] Abdominal muscles

Since Huang Minglie became emperor, there has been a situation that most emperors in history have. With {dream} small ◢.1a

That is, he began to get rich.

Although he didn't gain much weight under Dongfang Han's supervision, there was meat where there should be meat on his body, and there was a little meat where he shouldn't.

For example, there is a little fat in the stomach.

Huang Minglie hates this kind of meat that grows in obvious places, although he can't really see it when he wears clothes, but he just hates it.

However, Dongfang Han likes this kind of Huang Minglie very much, because the chubby one has a feel when he is hugged, and in addition to rubbing his hair, his favorite thing is to rub the little fat on his stomach.

Every time his stomach was rubbed, he showed an expression of lovelessness.

After a certain love, Dongfang Han got up and went to find a towel to wipe his body, he raised his eyes and saw Dongfang Han's eight-pack abs, and saw his strong arms and waist, and the muscles in his thighs were also well-lined, especially explosive.

He was even more depressed.

Why does Dongfang Han eat the same as him, sleep with him, and don't exercise much more than him, but he is not fat and has such a strong physique.

Is it because he's on it?

Envy and jealousy made him red-eyed.

When Dongfang Han came back, what he saw was that he looked aggrieved and his mouth was pouting, like a child.

"What's wrong?"

He pulled Dongfang Han to the bed, reached out to touch the distinct abdominal muscles, and asked childishly: "Why aren't you fat, and you still have muscles?" ”

Dongfang Han's eyes gradually became deeper, and he replied casually: "I don't know." ”

Huang Minglie felt that his heart was becoming more and more aggrieved, and his fingertips trayed the lines of his abdominal muscles.

Dongfang Han felt as if a fire had ignited in the place where he was touched, burning all his sanity, but the initiator did not notice it.

With a hoarse voice, Dongfang Han asked softly, "Do you want it?" ”

Huang Minglie nodded vigorously, "Yes." ”

Dongfang Han threw away the towel in his hand, leaned forward, pressed him under him and kissed him lightly: "This is for you." ”

Huang Minglie: "...... Not?! "He's asking for abs, not this!

The inner room is a spring color again.

[3] Touch the head to kill

Dongfang Han especially likes to touch Huang Minglie's hair, and he shows it very obviously.

Whether it is on the bed or under the bed, as long as his hands are free, he will put it on Huang Minglie's head and rub his hair.

Huang Minglie, who had lost a lot of hair last month, finally couldn't help but break out, he slapped off the hand on his head, and asked angrily: "Can you stop rubbing it?" ”

Dongfang Han held the person in his arms, shackled him, put his hand on his head again, and slowly rubbed it.

"No, Lie's hair is comfortable to rub."

Huang Minglie wanted to avoid him, but he couldn't avoid him, and he looked sad and angry: "I'm going to be rubbed bald by you, I lost a lot of hair last month!" ”

"No, I'm so light." The main thing is that the fluffy feel is really good.

Since he was a child, he liked to rub other people's hair, but he couldn't help it.

Later, he met Huang Minglie, and after gaining the trust of the other party, he occasionally rubbed his hair by touching his head.

After Dongfang Han was caught secretly rubbing his hair while he was asleep last month, he ...... Out of control.

If you don't rub it for a day, you feel uncomfortable.

Huang Minglie wanted to avoid it and was held and couldn't break away, so he could only let Dongfang Han's hand mess around on his head with a helpless face.

The one in this world who dares to rub his dignified emperor's hair like this is this Dongfang Han!

A few days later, Huang Minglie grabbed Dongfang Han's raised hand and said, "I'll find you a dog for you to rub, and find another one after you rub it." ”

In the past few days, he has lost a lot of hair again, and he is angry!

Dongfang Han raised his eyebrows and asked, "Do you compare yourself to a dog?" ”

Huang Minglie: "......" What can he say, he is also desperate.

A month later, Huang Minglie handed the comb to Dongfang Han with an expressionless face, and said coldly: "Help me comb my hair." ”

Dongfang Han was a little excited in his heart, and immediately agreed.

You can also touch a few handfuls by the way.

However, when he combed it for the first time, he looked at the green silk on his hands, and was a little dazed.

Huang Minglie looked cold: "Why don't you continue?" ”

He shook the hair off his hand and carefully combed it a second time.

I lost a lot of hair again.

His whole body froze, how could this be?

Huang Minglie, who was draped in hair, glanced at a certain Han's hand and snorted coldly: "Heh, are you still rubbing it?" ”

"No, no, no, don't rub it." If he is really bald, what will he rub in the future.

But he is addicted to rubbing his hair, and it is uncomfortable to be idle every day.

Seeing that Huang Minglie's hair was much thinner than before, Dongfang Han felt a little guilty in his heart, and then changed the recipe for Huang Minglie.

Shou Wu, Shou Wu, Shou Wu!

Huang Minglie ate He Shou Wu until he was about to vomit, but Dongfang Han said to him seriously: "No, you have lost so much hair, you must eat more Shou Wu to grow hair." Then he could continue rubbing his hair.

Eating He Shou Wu every day caused Huang Minglie to feel dizzy and his limbs weak when he heard He Shou Wu for a period of time.

Seeing that he was so resistant, Dongfang Han didn't dare to force him to eat anymore.

Later, for a long, long time, Dongfang Han did not rub his hair.

Then he saw the scene of Bai Xiaochang being touched by ink, and his heart was about to move.

Anyway, it's my brother and daughter-in-law, right, it's okay to touch my hair.

So he attacked Bai Xiaochang, and later, he was poisoned, and the hand that touched Bai Xiaochang's hair ...... Wasted a month.