The girl's smile is very obedient, and her two twinkling fox eyes reveal ultimate purity.
When she called him, her voice was clear, sweet, and melodious, as if there was a hook hidden inside.
Qi Yanchen's long fingers on the doorknob paused slightly, and his eyes suddenly became a little darker.
The girl in a red dress is like a rose still stained with dew in the morning, extremely charming and charming,
The red dress only reached to her knees, and her legs were as transparent as white, like gelatin.
The cool and handsome man's sexy Adam's apple rolled up and down, and he stepped forward, placing his suit on the sofa, and casually loosened his tie with his bony hands.
Lin Zhiyang stared at him, holding the club with her thin white fingers tightly.
If nothing else, this master is really handsome!
Of course Qi Yanchen also knew that the second episode of the program would be recorded in only two days.
He unbuttoned the cuffs of his shirt and folded it up with his long fingers while looking at Lin Zhiyang and said, "You kick the ball first and I'll take a look."
Lin Zhiyang blinked his long eyelashes.
This depends on her original level.
But where is her level?
At this moment, there are balls everywhere on the pool table except in the holes.
Lin Zhiyang bit her lip with her white teeth, reached out and put the ball into the triangular fixed frame, and said: "Teacher Qi, my level..."
At this moment, Qi Yanchen's two cuffs had been folded up, revealing a section of his wrist that was made of ice and jade bones.
The string of black Buddhist beads still hangs on the left wrist, which is mysterious and ascetic.
He lightly raised his eyelids and looked at her, with a clear voice, "Call Coach Qi."
The title "Master" is inappropriate because it makes him look very old.
Teacher Qi is too everyday.
Lin Zhiyang didn't expect Qi Yanchen to be so serious, so he opened his red lips and said, "Okay, Coach Qi."
Qi Yanchen's eyes did not linger on her body, he stretched out his hand to sort the ball, and asked her, "How is your level?"
The man's voice was serious and low, which made Lin Zhiyang's heart skip a beat.
She blinked her foxy eyes and said in a low voice: "The level cannot be said to be average, it can only be said to be very poor."
Qi Yanchen: "..."
Lin Zhiyang lowered his head to sort the ball, not daring to look into Qi Yanchen's deep and cold black eyes.
I'm afraid that he will say that she is so impulsive at the same time!
However, the tall and long-legged man did not say anything to blame, but simply said: "Then let me show you an example first."
Lin Zhiyang was already prepared to be criticized, but when he heard Qi Yanchen's words, he was instantly relieved.
She looked at him with joy in her eyes, "Okay."
She didn't notice it before, but now she has discovered that this plastic husband is pretty good.
I won’t call him a bitch man anymore!
All the balls on the billiard table have been sorted and put into the triangular frame.
In order to make it easier to play, Qi Yanchen unbuttoned the top two shirt buttons with his two long, sharp fingers before picking up the club.
In an instant, the man who had always been cold and ascetic became much more distracted.
The small red mole on the right collarbone reveals extreme lust.
He glanced at the row of cue sticks standing by the wall, selected a small cue, and rubbed it with chocolate powder, moving slowly and leisurely.
After getting ready, the man's tall and elegant upper body leaned forward slightly, and his lean waist suddenly caught Lin Zhiyang's eyes.
Lin Zhiyang's eyes paused for a moment, and she suddenly felt a little sexy about him.
In fact, she didn't lie on that red carpet, his waist was really good.
The man's posture is standard for teeing off, his long fingers with clear joints hold the club, and his arms with slight force have smooth muscle lines.
A few light-colored veins suddenly bulged out from the ice-muscular wrist, which was full of sexual tension.
Having known Qi Yanchen for more than ten years, Lin Zhiyang rarely saw this side of him.
The last time was several years ago, when he jumped to throw the ball on the basketball court on the college campus.
Lin Zhiyang's long eyelashes trembled, and her lingering gaze rested on his wrist.
Before Qi Yanchen moved the stick, he raised his eyelids and glanced at the girl in the red dress standing next to him, and said in a clear voice: "Pay attention, it's usually a tee shot..."
Before he finished speaking, he noticed that the girl's eyes were a little blurry, as if she wasn't listening to him at all.
Qi Yanchen's Qingjun frowned slightly, and following her gaze, she saw him staring at her wrist.
Qi Yanchen: "..."
Qi Yanchen straightened up, stared at Lin Zhiyang with his deep eyes, and said in a low voice, "Classmate Lin, do you look good?"
The man's deep and pleasant voice reached her ears, and Lin Zhiyang nodded subconsciously, "Yes, it looks good."
The next second she reacted, her fox eyes suddenly widened and her porcelain-white face immediately turned red.
"that……"
She still wanted to make a few excuses.
Coach Qi's expression was quite serious and his voice was clear and cold, "Classmate Lin, be serious, we are in class."
Lin Zhiyang dug her toes on the ground in embarrassment, wanting to slap herself.
What is she doing!
Is now the time to look at male porn?
She cursed herself secretly, then raised two fingers to her face, like a student who was distracted in class and was reviewing herself, "Okay, I will definitely concentrate on my studies, Coach Qi!"
Qi Yanchen saw the way she admitted her mistake, like a kitten, and tightened her knuckles holding the club.
No one saw the burning passion in the man's eyes when he leaned down again.
Only a "pop" sound was heard.
The neatly arranged balls suddenly scattered.
Lin Zhiyang decided not to look at men and concentrate on her studies, so she really concentrated on her studies.
Many of the basic points Qi Yanchen talked about are actually very similar to the tutorials on mobile phones.
But the difference is that Qi Yanchen's words are easier to understand and more detailed.
The most important thing is that his voice is very nice, and when he speaks, it is irresistibly tempting.
An hour later.
Qi Yanchen looked at Lin Zhiyang, whose eyes still sparkled with a strong desire for knowledge, and handed her the pole in his hand.
"Now, try what I just said."
Lin Zhiyang was completely in a learning state, and she felt that she absorbed the theoretical knowledge well.
When she saw the pole handed over by Qi Yanchen, she was already eager to give it a try.
She stretched out her thin white hands to take the pole, and first followed Qi Yanchen's instructions, picking up chocolate powder and rubbing the pole head to increase friction.
Then she leaned her upper body forward, aimed at the white ball on the table, and pushed hard.
The operation was as fierce as a tiger, and it looked like he didn't even touch the white ball.
Lin Zhiyang: "..."
Lin Zhiyang held the club, raised his eyelashes and looked at Qi Yanchen standing next to him, pursed his lips, and said pitifully, "Coach Qi, can I do it again?"
It was a mistake just now!
The girl wears a snow-skinned red dress, holds a club in her two thin white hands, tilts her upper body slightly, and has a clear view of her two delicate collarbones, with a round, snow-white arc going down.
She would never know how much her posture looked like a seducing goblin.
But her eyes were extremely pure.
But the more this happens, the easier it is to arouse the deepest darkness in a man's heart.
Qi Yanchen stared at her, his thick and long eyelashes drooping, casting a shadow on his eyelids.
"Your main problem is that you are holding the pole incorrectly."
The man tried to use a calm voice to point out her problem.
Lin Zhiyang also felt that he and Qi Yanchen held the pole in different ways, but he did not understand the skill of Qi Yanchen in holding the pole.
She straightened up, raised her red lips in a subtle arc, and said in a clear and sweet voice, "Then Coach Qi will teach me how to hold it."
