I Really Don’t Want to Seduce the School Hunk!

Bian Er was so addicted to the article that he sent a link and a recommendation to his friend at 2 a.m. [The beautiful love story of a long-haired beauty and a pink-haired troll, my scalp is numb with the fragrance of the article! It completely pokes my shameful XP! ! ! You must read it, the flower market fairy product! ! ! ] After sending it, Bian Er was too sleepy and fell asleep with his eyes closed. Until the next day, he saw that the male god who had been chasing him for half a month and never paid attention to him replied to him. m: [Bondage, imprisonment, bells, so you like these things? ] Bian Er felt dizzy. His eyes were blurry last night. He sent the link and recommendation to the wrong person. Bian Er, a junior student in the History Department of Huai University, is a heavy hand control. A month ago, he fell in love at first sight with the hands of a sophomore junior, and also fell in love with the person. After his friends learned the news, they quickly asked for the junior’s WeChat. However, Jiang Yuan was too difficult to chase. Bian Er sent more than ten messages a day, and Jiang Yuan could not reply to any of them. Until one day, Bian Er accidentally sent a short essay that was difficult to describe, and the relationship with the male god suddenly became close. The male god has a strong desire for control. He will ask him if he is good, buy him all kinds of waist chains, ask him to take photos in all kinds of poses he wants, and transfer five-digit pocket money to him, but he has to order three meals a day according to his requirements. Well, the contrast with the real person was a bit big. But… thinking of his fairy-like hands, Bian Er could let him do whatever he wanted. Until one day, Bian Er found that this WeChat account was not Jiang Yuan’s at all! ! It was Jiang Yuan’s roommate Lian Jichuan’s! ! ! Lian Jichuan, a legend in the Artificial Intelligence College, was not only smart but also handsome, with eight abdominal muscles and a dog waist. Even if you looked at you with a dog’s eyes, you would think he was so sexy. But Bian Er was a hand control. He looked at the hands first when looking at people. To him, his palms were too wide, his bones were too obvious, not delicate enough, but full of roughness and danger. In addition, this person seemed a little too fierce. Looking at the other party’s request for a meeting on WeChat, Bian Er typed with a dull face: “I think online dating is unreliable, brother, let’s forget it.” After sending it, he blocked and deleted him. Later, in front of the clear floor-length mirror, a large hand with obvious joints pressed against Bian Er’s thin waist, stroking it slowly and then holding it tightly. Lian Jichuan’s voice was hoarse: “Baby, don’t you like my hands?” Bian Er’s body was tense, his face was red, he didn’t dare to look in the mirror for too long, his voice was as thin as a mosquito’s hum: “I like it.” Lian Jichuan: “Don’t like it?” Bian Er said in a crying voice, “I like it, I like it, I like your hands the most!!” [Senior with severe hand control vs Junior with super control desire] [Not a perfect character, detailed minefield in the first chapter]