The boy's depressed laughter came from his ears, and his hot breath burned the skin around his neck over and over again.

With a smile, the hot temperature rises sharply.

It seems that he wants to take her to the sea of ​​fire and fire together.

If a mirror was placed in front of him, Pei Zhi felt that she could easily see the active and throbbed veins on her neck.

It took a long time since I snuggled up with the opposite sex so intimately, and my blood was unconsciously restless.

Even as he felt his breathing, goose bumps rose.

With her body straight against the wall, Pei Zhi turned her head and widened her horizontal distance from him: "Why are you laughing?"

"Laughing you're nervous."

He said as he pressed down, and his whole face was almost buried in her neck. His nose was high and he gently scratched along the line of his neck. Suddenly he stopped in one place, turned to the angle, and looked up with his face on her shoulders: "Sister, you have been--"

"……how."

He looked at her sincerely, his voice low: "Is there any man?"

“…”

Pei Zhi didn't say anything and frowned gently.

He stared at her side face without blinking, and asked and answered himself: "No, is it?"

Pei Zhi was disturbed by him and was confused. She didn't want to hide or answer. She deliberately pressed her tone into a plain and indifferent tone: "We broke up long ago, you care so much."

"You're mine sooner or later."

The wet hair frequently left disturbances on her neck, Xie Xing picked his lips and smiled: "Anyway, I know, you don't."

"oh."

Her words were not clear and her eyes were chaotic.

"I don't have anyone else, either." He rubbed his face against his face, deliberately pushing her earlobe with the tip of his nose, and all the heat from breathing and speaking was pouring on the ear.

He said in a chi voice: "It's not you, I can't get hard."

A snap.

Pei Zhi quickly patted his lips, which were still chattering. She wanted to block his nonsense mouth, but she didn't block her words, but her palms were wet and hot.

He pressed his tongue and smiled: "It smells good."

Through his palm, the sound of the muffled sound was muffled, but Pei Zhi heard a little desire.

She completely gave up her resistance, patted his face and forced her to twist to the other side: "Are you a pervert?"

Thinking of the "photo" of the bed in a study, she answered coherently: "Yes, you are."

Her head pressed on her shoulders was pushed out little by little, and she finally regained her freedom in life. She threatened: "I will go home if I don't take the medicine box again."

"oh……"

Xie Xing stood up reluctantly and narrowed the distance: "Just go."

There was another sound of rumbling over boxes and cabinets in the study. Pei Zhi couldn't listen and raised her voice and shouted: "The second to last drawer on the right row of the wall cabinet!"

"Oh!" he also shouted in response.

After a while, he flicked in front of her in a good mood with a small medicine box. He touched her upper body like a mangy dog: "It hurts so much."

"pain?"

She hummed and took out the cotton ball, dipped it in alcohol and watched coldly: "It hurts and fights? Are you three years old?"

Xie Xing sat cross-legged on the sofa as if he couldn't hear the sarcasm, put his face closer, and showed her the wound with a grin: "It hurts here."

Pei Zhi surrendered: "I'm convinced."

She turned the cotton ball carefully to disinfect it. This time she was particularly concerned, and finally she had no conditioned reflex to blow. Tu Bi asked, "Is there any?"

His eyes were shiny, and he focused his attention: "Yes."

Put your finger bones on the hem of the shirt and take off your posture.
Chapter completed!