HIS ONE SEE QING XIN - Chapter 54 BILLIARDS

Mo Fei stood up, moved away from the stool, stood in front of her, only a foot away, left and right hands each touching the pants pocket cigarette and lighter, from the cigarette case took out a 咁 in the mouth, did not point, said: “You let me teach, I will teach?”

“Pop” lighter flame jumped in the tip of Yan Qing’s nose, Mo Fei’s other hand covered to block the wind blowing over the air conditioner, tilted his head and lit, took a puff, spit out at Yan Qing, then said, “You begged me ah.”

Yan Qing tilted her head, waiting for the smoke to dissipate in the turn back to look at his eyes, how she felt this pair of eyes through an evil aura, how so many days without him, he seems to have changed for the worse?

What she doesn’t know is that he was originally so bad, but in front of her, he gave her all the tenderness.

Yan Qing put her hands in her trouser pockets, looked him in the eyes and said, “Please, Brother Fei!” There was no pampering or pitiful yet cute expression, but instead, the same evil eyes and provocative expression as his.

Mo Fei’s tongue tipped the back of his teeth, and then the corners of his mouth quirked in a smile, “Heh, good.”

He picked a suitable club for her, and skillfully powdered the club head with coquette: “This is coquette powder, use it to prevent slippage.”

Then all the balls in the bag were picked out and then lined up in a triangle in a certain order. He stood at the end of the table, held the triangle and pushed it forward, and all the balls obediently and instantly moved to the designated position in one go.

They played the black eight, consisting of the main ball white ball and the target balls 1 to 15, 1 to 7 for the full color ball, 8 for the black ball, and 9 to 15 for the fancy color ball.

Mo Fei stood on the tee side, with his left hand’s long fingers spread out flat on the table top, the knuckle part bowed upwards, the thumb up near the index finger, to fix the cue ball, the left foot into the outer eight to the left a slight step forward, the width of the same as the shoulder, the right foot turned 50 degrees outward naturally, waist down, as close to the table as possible, head up, and the cue ball into a vertical state, eyes focused on the white ball and the cue ball and will hit to the The white ball slammed through the triangular pile of balls, and each ball was scattered and rolled to various locations on the table.

The first thing you need to do is to look at his eyes and focus on the ball, and inexplicably, your heart beats two beats faster, she has not seen the boys playing billiards, but she has not seen Mo Fei such a face, gangster and focus blend, standard posture, a set of dark black wear out of the stern stare ascetic aura of billiards.

“First learn to hit the ball posture, come here.” Mo Fei’s left hand propped the cue on the ground, his right hand greeted her on the opposite side of the table.

Yan Qing took out her hand in her pants pocket, walked next to him, took the cue, learned his posture, bent over, propped her left hand forward, and approached the table: “Is that so?”

Mo Fei stood behind her left, his eyes fell right on her back and her arse, this posture… “Rough!” He moved his eyes away, the tip of his tongue against the gap between the upper and lower teeth that bit together, said wordlessly, then stepped forward, stood on her left side, bent over, adjusted her left hand distance and posture with his left hand, pressed her back down with his right palm and said, “Lie lower, chin on the club, eyes on the white ball, club head to the center of the ball.”

His voice was so soft that it resounded in her left ear, so close that she could feel the hot breath in her ear, which made her concentrate on how!

Murphy’s right hand went around to her right hand side and held the end of the rod, his voice was soft and dumb: “Relax, find the feeling.”

“Boom,” he drove her right hand, hitting the white ball and hitting the 7 ball in front of her.

No, why is it that the more he ponders what he says, the more it doesn’t add up?! Did he drive himself again?

They stood up straight again, Murphy turned around, put his hands up, sat on the edge of the table, chin up at her, and asked with an evil smile, “Feel anything?”

Feel… Do you feel it? Yan Qing’s right hand on the cue, thumb nail grinding on the wall of the cue, eyes are also on his face and the table to switch back and forth, how should she answer?

How should she answer? Why does it have the implication of a trap?

No? Do you want to do it again?

So I did not look at him, and went around to the opposite side of the white ball, set up a posture, eyes on the ball and said: “I try again.”

What Yan Qing did not notice is that because she bent forward, Mo Fei and sat high, her chest that piece of light, a clear view.

“Tch,” he turned back, jumped off the ball table, lips, said, “Then you try a few more times, I’ll go see them both.”