The Poor Baby’s Manipulation Manual

"Go away!!"

Yan Beizheng is struggling, he has never touched such a comfortable skin, soft, slippery, but also with a warmth, originally just want to tease a few times, but the hand is unconsciously Climb up.

It's really comfortable...

The people under him suddenly broke free, almost beating them desperately, Yan Bei was stunned for the first time, and the conditioned reflex was blocked.

"Don't kill yourself!"

Never be beaten, Yan Bei's anger was instantly full of value, he hugged the person who was still waving his hands, "Crazy you!"

The young man who couldn’t get rid of him was crying straight, "You let go, let me go!"

Seeing him crying again, Yan Bei felt bored, "I think you are a girl, always crying, always crying!"

I didn't even see him cry when I scared him before, so I just touched it, crying like Yan Bei.

The good mood just now was repulsed by the teenager's cry. Yan Bei let go and frowned, and got up with a frown, "Lao Zi went downstairs to eat, you quickly washed my sheets!"

As soon as he was let go, the teenager immediately flinched and shuffled himself into a ball, not knowing why. Looking at his face with tears, Yan Bei thought he was a little cute.

As soon as he risked this idea, he was taken aback by himself, cute? Is this useless?

He really was hungry.

【Ding! Yan Bei's favor: 20】

He Qing: [Very well, it's not far from him brushing my shoes. 】

The door was slammed shut, and the shrunken teenager shook violently, tears flowing more fiercely.

He cried for a while and got up with red eyes. Even if he was the only one in the bedroom, He Qing was accustomed to being light-handed. This is the habit of living in a bedroom with Yan Bei.

Taking out clean sheets from the cabinet and carefully climbing up the ladder, because he had fallen off the upper floor when he was a kid, he was very afraid of height. When he finally sat on Yanbei's bed, the boy's face was pale and he didn't dare to look down.

After changing the bed sheets on Yan Bei's bed, He Qing carefully crawled down like a snail while holding the sheets. When he landed, he sighed with relief and rubbed his eyes to the bed and went to the bathroom.

Although it was a two-person bed, high-power electrical appliances were not allowed in the school. Yan Bei had been unhappy for a long time. Fortunately, he found He Qing. He Qing would wash it if he wanted to wash anything.

The young man sat on the stool with red eyes, using a basin to catch the water, and the sound of the water pouring out over the creak of the door being slowly opened.

After receiving the water, when He Qing lowered his hands and soaked his hands in the basin, a large pair of hands suddenly appeared behind him, which hugged him tightly.

The teenager stiffened, and behind him was a gentle voice like a demon, "Little Aqing, think I didn't..."

He Qing was shaken and hugged, his eyes widened in horror, tears almost overflowed immediately, and big drops fell in the basin...

——

Yan Bei entered the school with a stinky face, carrying a bag of lunch in his hand, and planned to bring it to He Qing.

Of course, he didn’t have the kindness to help He Qing bring meals. The main thing is that this person’s skin is really good to touch. If he can sleep at night, how cool it will be!

Yan Bei always likes to touch people's skin, especially slippery and comfortable, because of this, several girlfriends he has made are the kind of hands that are particularly slippery.

Of course, these girlfriends were all found at school. He was also very strange. It was obvious that those girlfriends had such slippery hands, why their faces were pitted, they looked beautiful, and they were not comfortable at all.

After Yan Bei touched her hand and touched her face, the next step was to break up.

He wanted to find someone who could sleep in a hug, it was better to hug him comfortably, not very fat or very thin, feel comfortable and look good.

It's a pity that the pretty is too thin, the plump and ugly, and finally find a beautiful and just good figure, and the skin is not good.

I thought I couldn't find the right one, but I didn't expect it to be dark under the light. After living with He Qing for so long, I realized that his skin was so good!

How can a person who looks so thin feel so comfortable!

Yan Bei has decided to try the touch tonight. Anyway, they are all big men. It’s okay to sleep together. Isn’t He Qing very poor? The big deal is just to give him money.

With this idea in mind, Yan Bei, who had always lived regardless of He Qing's life and death, brought him a meal, thinking that there was a human-shaped pillow at night, Yan Bei hummed, and the mood was very good to go upstairs.

Before reaching the corridor, I didn't walk a few steps, and suddenly heard the faint dull cry, Yan Bei stepped, frowning.

The two of the school were sleeping on the fifth floor, and now they are on holiday. Except for Yan Bei, the rest of them are out. According to Yan Bei’s understanding of the gang, they are determined to stay overnight tonight. Why did they return so early ?

Who is crying!

It's as if he's been pummeled!

It's nothing to do with himself, he didn't mean to do much business, and carried the lunch box on, but continued to move forward, but the more he went forward, the more he felt something was wrong.

How did this sound come from their bedroom?

And it sounds like, how is it like that cry of counseling?

Is that guy still crying?

He has been walking for almost twenty minutes, how can he cry more than a girl!

Sure enough, it's an advice!

Yan Bei walked impatiently to the door of the dormitory and kicked his feet, but inside came a gentle male voice, "A Qing, don't cry, crying will not look good..."

Hey lying trough! This counselor dare to take outsiders into the bedroom!

Yan Bei was most annoyed by others occupying his own territory. It was very uncomfortable to have lived with others. Now that I heard someone's voice inside, I don't want to kick the door.

"He Qing! You..."

Xing Shi was blocked in his throat when he asked the crime, Yan Bei stared at the teenager who was tied to the bed by the rope and had to lie on his side. Desire.

The dull cry was made because his mouth was covered with long red tape, and even his eyes were covered with blindfolds.

In front of him, there was a man standing in front of the drawing board, holding a pen in his hand.

"You...you..." Rao Shiyan has always been overbearing, and he was frightened by the sight in front of him.

Wen Hui did not expect that there were people at this time. The news he heard clearly showed that students on this floor would go out to play every week.

I used to think that A Qing said that bringing food to a roommate was a lie to him.

Surprised in his heart, he didn't panic while facing up. He put away the brush and smiled softly, "You are A Qing's roommate, I am a new art teacher from the school, just call me Wen teacher."

The boy was so stiff as to hear Yan Bei's voice that he didn't dare to cry even like a dead person.

There was darkness in front of me, and the man put the sound of the drawing board in his ear. After a while, his footsteps slowly walked in and said softly, "A Qing, since your roommate is back, then we will do it again next time. About the time, this is your money to be a model this time."

"correct……"

He Qing could feel the warm breath brought by the man's possession, and there was a gentle voice from the man's ear, "A Qing, I still cherish those previous photos."

"The smart A Qing should know what to say in front of your roommate."

Yan Bei looked at this man's discomfort. He blamed the discomfort because he broke into his territory without permission. Seeing that he was still talking to He Qing, he raised his eyebrows unpleasantly.

"Teacher Wen, you should go now!"

"Ah, I'm sorry." Wen Hui stood up and walked back to the drawing board with an apologetic voice in his gentle voice, "I'm sorry we will paint in another place next time."

I don't know why, obviously his attitude is quite good, but Yan Bei always feels that he is hypocritical. He didn't answer with a cold face, and Wen Hui didn't mind, leaving with the sketchpad on his back.

In his ear was the sound of the door being closed, and He Qing, like a prisoner about to be tried, raised his heart nervously.

Yan Bei will definitely think he is abnormal, and he will!

He wished to find a hole in the wall, but because his hands were tightly bound, he could not move, and the sound of footsteps in his ear seemed to hit the boy's heart step by step.

Yan Bei looked at the blindfolded teenager, and the hand that wanted to help him untie the rope suddenly stopped.

He stretched out his hand, first uncovered the long tape around the teenager's mouth, leaned against the bed leisurely, and asked him, "What kind of model is that teacher Wen?"

How he looked and how he was forced like He Qing.

After a few seconds, the teenager sounded with a cry, "Yes."

"Oh……"

Yan Bei thoughtfully stretched his tone, and He Qing shivered. "Yan Bei, help me untie the rope..."

He couldn't see the prospect in front of him, but he didn't know that Yan Bei's eyes had been tightly on him. His fair and beautiful body was tightly caught by the red rope. The sharp contrast made Yan Bei's hands tickle.

Relying on He Qing now only he can help, Yan Bei looked down at him condescendingly, "If you want me to help, you have to pay!"

The teenager was stunned, but Yan Bei didn't expect this answer, because he could not see anything, his voice was timid, "What do you want..."

"Tonight, if you let me hug me, I will let you go." He deliberately pondered for a long time, and asked when the teenager was too nervous.

He Qing almost cried when he heard his request, "Can we, can we?"

"No!" After a very smooth refusal, Yan Bei looked at the young boy's white and tender belly and itchy his hands again.

He glanced at the big goggles on the teenager’s face, and touched it with peace of mind, disregarding the suddenly stiff body underneath, while enjoying the slippery feel, while making a request, "You see you are willing to be this model, give me What about hug it!"

Before waiting for the teenager's response, Yan Bei pouted, and realized when she looked at the stack of money on the table.

"You're because I didn't give money, right, that line, that teacher Wen gave you much, I gave you double, and you will sleep with me later."

After thinking for a while, Yan Bei added a sentence, "The kind of undressing."

Across the clothes, he had to reach in, troublesome.

Upon hearing his request, He Qing was really cold all over, his eyes soaked with tears, and he twisted his body to avoid Yan Bei's hand, "I don't agree!"

The bed was so big, and the teenager was tied with his hands and feet, even if he tried hard to move, at most it just reached the wall.

Regardless of his struggle, Yan Bei put his hands up again, and he was not annoyed. Anyway, the initiative is now in his hands.

"There is no one at our level on holiday today. If you don't agree, I won't let go of you. You can be tied to the day after tomorrow!"

The cheap tone, with the hands touching on the stomach, successfully crushed the teenager, he cried and begged, "Yan Bei...You let me go, I, I wash you every day clothes……"

"You wash me every day." The more comfortable you feel, the more Yan Yan lay directly beside the teenager, pulling his quilt over the two.

"Anyway, you promise to accompany me, and if you don't agree, you will accompany me. You can do it yourself."

He was touched and touched, his hands and feet couldn't move, he couldn't see anything in front of him, the boy cried and hiccuped, "I, I promised..."

"Hurry up and let me go..."

Seeing him so easily, he agreed, but Yan Bei was still a little lost. He couldn't help but touched it up, "You really agreed?"

"Really, really..." The next moment when the crying voice sounded, the blindfold was taken off, Yan Bei's handsome face appeared in front of him, He Qing's crying eyes were red and swollen, and his eyes were full of prayers and fears, "You put Open me..."

He was crying badly, his eyelashes were wet, and his round eyes were rounder. Yan Bei looked at him like this, and his heart became more comfortable. There was a feeling of kindness in the kindergarten to pull the little girl's whip to watch her cry.

He Qing clearly agreed, he still licked his face, and kept touching the smooth skin, with a smile on his face, "Are you no longer thinking about it? Do you want to think about it? I'm not in a hurry."

The teenager was already sad, and now he has agreed to not get relief, biting his lips and tears more seriously, "Yan Bei...you, help me untie it..."

His voice was soft originally, and now he is crying and hiccuping, listening to Yan Bei's ears is coquettish.

I didn't expect this little counselor to be pretty spoiled.

Thinking of being tied for a long time is not good, Yan Bei slowly helped He Qing untie the rope. As soon as the rope was loosened, the clothes that had been strangled naturally slipped down, and He Qing hurriedly covered his clothes, alert and panicked. Look at him.

Although Yan Bei really wanted to see if the places blocked by the clothes were so slippery, he smiled sarcastically, "I haven't seen it before covering it."

He stood up and looked disdainful, but his eyes kept pointing at the seam of his clothes. Unfortunately, He Qing was too strict and could not see anything.

Looking at the teenager who was still weeping softly, Yan Bei concealed a cough and pushed over the rice that had just been placed on the table. "Nuo, I'll bring you the rice, eat it quickly."

The teenager was stunned, looking up at him with red eyes, and did not believe that Yan Bei would be so kind.

"Look at it, hurry and eat!"

Looking at him so pitifully, Yan Bei's hands began to tickle again. He roared fiercely, and after seeing the young man shaken in fright, he climbed up to his bed with satisfaction.

While taking out his mobile phone to play games, he took a slow command and said, "I tell you, this is the food that I have worked hard to bring to you. You hurried to eat and eat and sleep."

He Qing, who had warmed his heart for buying food for himself, lowered his eyes a little stiffly when he heard the last sentence.

He can’t wait to flee, but he can escape from school. Where else can he go?

He Qing was easily admitted to this school. Scholarships and tuition waivers are available. Apart from this school, where else can he be admitted?

At the slowest speed, it can almost be said that after eating this bowl of rice grain by grain, the sky outside has dimmed.

Yan Bei, who seems to have been playing games in fact, looked at him from time to time, and patted his bed. "He Qing, come over and sleep!"

The teenager turned white and took a step back.

Yan Bei narrowed her eyes, her tone full of threats, "What's the matter, do you want to regret?"

"I still have to let me tie you up, right?"

Frightened by the meaning of what he said, He Qing stuttered the explanation, "I, I am afraid..."

"laugh!"

Looking at the bed with a height of no more than one and a half meters, Yan Bei snorted and felt that the excuse He Qing was looking for was too bad.

He jumped directly from the bed, like a beast to hunt, and was fiercely close to the pale-faced teenager, "It's fine, I can sleep on your bed."

"Hurry up, make a bed and sleep!"

Under his threatening vision, He Qinghong turned around slowly, slowly laying the bed.

Yan Bei was leaning against the table, watching his slow movements impatient, and his eyes fell unconsciously on the teenager's buttocks.

It looks good to touch, I don't know if it slips or not.

He didn't think much, reached out and pinched a hand, and across the clothes, he just felt that the hand feels good, and the meat is beeping.

"what are you doing!"

He Qing turned around with great reaction, and his swollen eyes were full of vigilance.

Don't just touch it, such a big reaction, Niang Cannon!

Yan Bei stared at him fiercely, with a bad voice, "The bed is so slow, you want to be beaten!"

The already swollen eyes were red again, threatened by him so much, He Qing could only gritt his teeth and turned to grievance to continue making the bed.

He was really scared. He was afraid that Yan Bei, like Wen Hui, wanted to do something to him.

The teenager wished Yan Bei beat him up, or kicked him out of the bedroom, rather than being insulted. He wanted to tell Yan Bei so loudly, but he didn't dare.

As long as Yan Bei raised his fist, he couldn't say a word.

Tears fell on the quilt, He Qing knew he shouldn’t cry like a girl, but he couldn’t help it.

At this moment, he even had the idea of ​​suicide, but if he committed suicide, what would his mother do...

No matter how much He Qing tried his best to slow down, the bed was finally laid out, Yan Bei couldn't wait to take off his clothes, he slid open the quilt and drilled in, leaving a place against the wall and patting the bed.

"Come up, we're sleeping."

He Qing stood rigid beside the bed, Yan Bei was impatient, "Why don't you take off your clothes! Hurry!"

He can't wait to try the feeling of a human pillow!

"Give money twice, hurry up!"

Seeing that the teenager was still immobile, Yan Bei lifted the quilt impatiently, directly pressing the person on the bed, hugging his stiff crying body, reaching out his hand to the soft and tender stomach, closing his eyes and preparing to fall asleep.

When he found that the person behind him put his hand on his stomach, he didn't respond. He Qing cried and choked gently.

Yan Bei was upset by his crying, and shouted at him with closed eyes, "What are you crying for! Let's not let people sleep!"

Obviously a violent voice, which usually makes the teenager scared to move for a long time, but now, being held by him, his ears are his uniform breathing sound, but the teenager has a feeling of the rest of his life.

Yan Bei, he...actually just sleep...

He didn't relax his vigilance, he didn't dare to close his eyes in the middle of the night, fearing that someone behind him would attack at night, but until he couldn't hold back the sleepy sleep, Yan Bei still held the sweetness of his sleep.

When the alarm sounded in the early morning, He Qing suddenly awakened. He opened his eyes and felt a light feeling.

Yan Bei was still asleep, and when he heard the alarm, he frowned and hugged the person in his arms more tightly. After a night, the two were now sleeping face to face.

Hands stretched out to the teenager’s smooth back, Yan Bei stroking up and down, and felt that with such a human-shaped pillow, his sleep quality was much better.

Suddenly thinking of last night's thoughts, Yan Bei lowered his hand and tried to touch the buttocks. The embraced boy suddenly pushed him away, and he was almost pushed out of bed.

"What are you doing!"

Faced with a fierce face of Yan Bei, the teenager shrank back in fear, "You, don't touch here..."

"Where!" Yan Bei glared at him, "What's wrong with me, and a lot of meat!"

After a night, He Qing was a little less vigilant to him, but he still refused to let go, "Anyway, it won't work..."

"A lot of things!"

Last night, Yan Bei was too lazy to bother with him and yawned, "What time is it?"

"It's time for class."

"I don't want to go to school, I skip class."

He Qing, who didn't skip classes, didn't want to control it. He was about to get out of bed with a dry response, but was stopped by the man with his leg raised.

"You are not allowed to go either."

The teenager froze, "Why?"

"I play games, you lie next to me, and wait for me to touch it for me, rest assured, money will be yours!"

"I'm going to class." Faced with Yan Bei, who was blocking himself, the young man talked to him dryly, "Take the next class, the exam will..."

"No, don't go!"

Stimulated by his unreasonable attitude, the young man's eyes couldn't help but turned red again, he endured grievances, and cried with his voice, "I want to go to class, let me go..."

He heard that his voice was not right, Yan Bei raised his eyes, and sure enough, he cried again.

"You really are more girls than girls!"

He withdrew his legs in a boring manner. "You can go as long as you like, I won't go anyway."

Whether he went or not, He Qingcai almost fled out of bed, simply groomed and went out holding the book.

The door was gently closed, and Yan Bei was lying on the bed, turning over and over, but unable to sleep. She simply opened her phone and was ready to play a game, but she couldn't play it even when she looked at the game interface.

He doesn’t go to class, will the old uncle find out?

Forget it, there are risks, let's go to class!

Moreover, he had to get the human pillow closer to him.

——

He Qing sat uncomfortably in his place, his hand under the table, and was being stroked obsessively by the other hand. He looked around nervously, begging softly, "Yan Bei, don't touch it..."

Different from Wen Hui's feeling with a different meaning, Yan Bei's attitude towards He Qing is like treating a favorite porcelain. He touched his slender and smooth hands carefully, and lowered his voice to tease He Qing, "Your hands are so slippery , Do you wash your hands with milk every day?"

The boy was blushed by him, and he answered with a whimper, "I used your hand sanitizer a few times..."

"I said that my hand sanitizer is so much less, the feelings are for you!"

"No..." Startled by his words, the teenager a little panickedly excused, "When I was washing your clothes, I dipped in the paint on it, I can't use it if I can't wash it..."

"Only used twice, really!"

Seeing him cautiously afraid of his angry appearance, Yan Bei was amused. Why didn't he find this He Qing so fun before.

Of course, the most important thing is that it's easy to touch.

He was obsessed with the tender touch in his hands and couldn't help but touch it. Although his hands were white and slippery, it was too small.

It is a pity that He Qing said that he would not let him touch his stomach in the classroom, otherwise he would sleep on his stomach while touching his stomach.

It would be nice if I could keep touching it in the future.

【Ding! Yan Bei's favor: 30】

He Qing was taking notes seriously, his eyes flicked through the classroom window, his face pale, and he quickly lowered his head.

[It is today, the time when this body was quilted. 】

[Yes host. 】

After class, the gentle man walked straight into the classroom and reached the boy who dared not lift his head.

"A Qing, I'll pick you up."

His eyes fell on the young man's left hand held by Yan Bei, his eyes sinking, "Let's go."

Yan Bei only felt that the hand he was holding froze. He narrowed his eyes slightly, obviously sitting down short, but the momentum was like a male lion pressing against people.

"Sorry, he is not available."

The man's mouth smiled down, and his eyes fell on the young man who dared not move his head, "A Qing?"

He is confident that He Qing does not dare to defy himself. After all, he knows how timid He Qing is.

But I didn't expect the teenager to lower his head, his voice murmured weakly, "Sorry, I don't want to be a model anymore..."

Wen Hui's eyes were completely cold, and Yan Bei, who was by the teenager, had been staring, and he was not good at saying anything. After all, he didn't want to really ruin He Qing.

After half a ring, the man hung his soft smile again, "Well, we will talk when you have time."

Seeing the man go, Yan Bei sneered and learned weirdly, "Will we talk about it when you have time, who will fool!"

He turned around, "You said yes!"

But found that the young Liangjingjing looked at himself, that way, actually a little cute.

Cute and want to touch.

【Ding! Yan Bei's favor: 50】