He Is Warmer Than Time

Tang Ji'an held her down: "Don't move."

This girl, where is the arrogance that a girl should have?

The girls around Tang Ji'an were all spoiled and grown up, and they were all honey-soaked babies, like Mu Mian, he hadn't really come into contact with them much.

He used his finger to apply medicine to others, which was the first time in the world.

After getting good medicine, he urged: "Swallow less saliva and drink less water."

Mu Mian frowned and looked at him: "It's so painful."

Young Master Tang Er almost wanted to throw the medicine box. Does this girl know what she is getting? No one has ever enjoyed the treatment of Tang Ji'an taking medicine in person, okay?

He gently pushed her head: "Endure, the effect of the medicine is still very fast."

Mu Mian whispered, just a short mouth, nothing more than a little pain when eating and brushing his teeth, Vice President Tang can really make a fuss.

But under the power, she didn't dare to talk nonsense.

She nodded: "Oh, got it."

The windows were wide open, and the evening breeze was slow.

At eight o'clock in the evening, without the heat of the day, the midsummer night was a little fascinating at the moment. Tang Ji'an looked at the girl sitting on his bed.

In my mind bursts of thoughts came again.

He couldn't help but said coldly: "What are you doing sitting here? Go back to your room."

Because of panic, my tone is a bit bad.

Mu Mian looked at him wronged, who is this? How moody?

"Didn't you pull me in?"

Tang Ji'an's mood was hard to calm down: "Then I will let you go back to your room now."

Mu Mianteng stood up and said, "I'll be back, you think I rarely stay in your room?"

After speaking, he ran out angrily.

Tang Ji'an breathed a sigh of relief and sat on the bed.

His Adam's apple slid up and down, trying to calm his mind, trying not to let the desires in certain places become uncontrollable.

Mu Mian ran out of his room angrily and returned to the guest bedroom, especially annoyed, Tang Ji'an was really hopeless.

He is so possessive and moody, Mu Mian thinks about it. Sometimes, he doesn't know what he likes.

Could it be... just because of a face?

Is he really such a superficial person?

Mu Mian sat on the side of the bed in distress, the starry sky outside the window was shining, and the shadows of the trees were mottled on the window, she put her cheeks on, just thinking quietly.

As I thought about it, I thought about that... those two overbearing, gentle and lingering kisses.

She couldn't stop the heat on her face, it was too easy for people to sink.

Tang Ji'an, who was able to recover her sanity, made her gritted her teeth again. This man is really a complex of contradictions.

In the next room, Tang Ji'an's heart was burning, and he couldn't hold it down no matter what.

He was upset, and walked to the window, wanting to blow a blow, but the gods were not beautiful, the leaves outside the window were not moving, and there was no wind at all.

He clearly felt that some places were quietly changing.

Helpless, he could only take his pajamas into the bathroom.

This is the first time since the normal life reaction in his youth, he has to solve it by hand.

He felt a little bit painful, because he couldn't control his emotions and body anymore.

This strange feeling almost drives him crazy.

The shower head was sprinkled from top to bottom, and he adjusted cold water. In summer night, the cold water poured down.

Some unknown emotions in the body were gradually relieved and controlled.

He was soaked in cold water for a long time...

In the end, all the fires were extinguished, and he returned to his bedroom and just lay down on the bed.

Closing his eyes, Mu Mian's red lips burrowed into his mind uncontrollably.

Tang Ji'an gritted his teeth and cursed in a low voice: "Damn girl, deliberately kept me from sleeping."

Mu Mian next door sneezed, what's the situation?