God-level Quick Wear: Sick Host, Ask For Light Pet

Ningmeng is not stupid, how could she not even know this.

Qi Yu was just teasing her.

However, Ningmeng was also shocked by Qi Yu's undisguised desire.

Moreover, at this time, Ningmeng realized that the posture of the two of them was a little inappropriate.

Because she had taken off her shoes and sat cross-legged on the sofa to make a phone call, after Qi Yu mentioned her to her lap, she knelt and sat on Qi Yu's lap.

And it seemed as if she was still leaning in and throwing in her arms.

Ningmeng sat up straight, trying to lean back to get away from Qi Yu.

However, Qi Yu seemed to understand Ningmeng’s thoughts. His dark eyes kept staring at Ningmeng closely. The light in his eyes was deep. With a slight force on the hand that was on the back of Ningmeng, he immediately felt that Ningmeng was just fine. The easy distance came back.

Moreover, the two are even closer.

"No." Ningmeng looked a little shy, turned her head to avoid Qi Yu's deep and gloomy gaze.

"I'll give you a holiday tomorrow." Qi Yu looked down, and the hand on Ningmeng's back slowly drifted away on her back.

The meaning of Qi Yu's words can hardly be too obvious.

However, after understanding Ningmeng, while feeling shy, she was also a little scared.

She turned her head and just wanted to say something to Qi Yu, but because Qi Yu was too close, the two kissed as soon as she turned her head.

How could Qi Yu let go of the opportunity offered on the initiative.

He raised his hand and pressed the back of Ningmeng's head to prevent her from leaving, and his dark and deep eyes were gradually blurred by the smile.

"Mengmeng, this is what you agreed with by your own actions."

He meant something, after holding Ningmeng and nibbling for a while, then his tongue skillfully got into Ningmeng's lips and teeth.

Just now, Ningmeng turned her head, she obviously wanted to have something to tell him, but she didn't expect such an accident.

This makes Ningmeng shy and irritable.

But after Qi Yu blocked her mouth, he never gave her a chance to speak.

It's one thing for Qiyu to move slightly stronger, but it's one thing for Ningmeng's attitude to soften.

What she had just turned her head to say was not a refusal.

However, seeing Qi Yu's eagerness makes Ningmeng feel ashamed, but also a little scared.

In every plane, Qi Yu is very enthusiastic about this kind of things, especially Meng Lang. When he often does it, he gets excited, and even often does not care about the feeling of Ningmeng. There is happiness, but every time. The feeling of dying like a dead end also made Ningmeng feel terrified.

Qi Yu stretched out his hand and gently stroked the unknown sensitive points of Ningmeng's body.

Ningmeng let out a cry, and her body couldn't help but shudder.

"Good, don't be afraid." Qi Yu said softly in Ningmeng's ear, the strength in his hand may be lighter or heavier.

He lowered his head and observed the look on her face carefully, and refused to let go of the slightest expression on her face. It was only when the desolate and joyful look appeared on Ningmeng's face that he grabbed the opponent's hand and gently moved to his lower abdomen. Take it.

Ningmeng raised her hand to embrace Qi Yu's neck, and immediately turned her head away after only one glance. Not only was her body shaking, but her voice was timid: "Su, host, you have to be gentle."

"Yeah." Qi Yu's Adam's apple rolled, his voice low and dull, but Ningmeng didn't see the restrained expression on his face, as if it was at its extreme, she couldn't hold it any longer.

"Relax." Qi Yu lifted the body of the little girl in his arms and slowly released his strength.

"Hmm." Ningmeng clutched Qi Yu's clothes tightly, sobbed in her mouth, and water splashed out of her eyes.

She looked at Qiyu watery, pitifully, like a little beast that had just set foot in the world, ignorant of the innocence, and begged for mercy.

But looking at Qi Yu's eyes, countless violent thoughts of wanting to tear her torture to pieces appeared in his heart in an instant.

Qi Yu lowered his head and kissed her vigorously, deep into his throat, taking all her breath away.

But when she was about to suffocate, she let go, and then squeezed in.

Ningmeng was caught off guard and let out a scream of "Ah" in her mouth.

He, the initiator, became gentle and patient again.

He didn't start to move until she got used to it.

He is like a beast that has been locked in a cage for thousands of years, and she is the delicacy he has always coveted.

He vowed not to give up if he didn't eat a round belly.

The sofa restricted the movement of the two of them. He covered her body on the sofa and demanded deeply and aggressively.

Ningmeng couldn't beg for mercy, and was imprisoned by him and couldn't escape at all. She could only lie pitifully under him, like a rag doll, bearing everything he gave and letting him do whatever he wanted.

The teardrops at the corner of her eyes were kissed gently by him.

"Mengmeng."

"Baby."

He opened his mouth and called her name softly, with endless love and infatuation in his whispered tone, but the action of holding the other person tightly in his arms, wishing to embed people into his own bones, did not show it anytime and anywhere. He has a strong possessiveness towards her.

For the two of them on the sofa, there are still some restrictions.

He wanted to hug her to the bedroom, but after walking a few steps, he couldn't help but directly pushed the person on the soft carpet and took possession of him as much as he wanted.

The slippery liquid dripped on the light-colored carpet, like blossoming red plums.