How Much for a Pound of Cuteness

Chapter 63: Sixty-three

Chuchi thought that Lu Jiaheng had small roses, peony, peony, and lily outside.

But I never thought that the one beside him turned out to be a little chrysanthemum.

She has known him for so long, and she has been getting along with her for so long. .

I just didn't expect that this stubble could be pulled out after many years.

Chuichi felt that his memory was quite good, and the things he remembered a long time ago were clearly remembered.

She sat obediently on the shoe cabinet and didn't notice what he was doing. She sorted out her thoughts a little bit.

It turned out to be a long time. What was the purpose of her so many days of awkwardness and those brain repairs that she couldn't speak for herself?

Chuichi sighed for a long time, and suddenly felt like a fool.

Lu Jiaheng over there continued to take off her jacket slowly.

Hakuchi held her hands on the edge of the shoe cabinet, her sleeves were still worn by her, the coat was long, and some of them were also sitting under her buttocks, and the clothes could not be taken off.

She recovered and looked up at him: "Does your roommate like boys?"

Lu Jiaheng gave a "huh" sound without raising his eyes, fingers pinching the edge of her coat, and intently stripped her shoulders.

Chuchi licks his lips: "Does he have a boyfriend?"

"No."

He was peeled off half of his coat, and his collar was pulled down softly, hanging halfway around his arms without wearing them: "Is there anyone he likes?"

"Yes, but a straight man who likes women."

Kuchichi blinked, "Ah," he said, "So what should I do, isn't he falling in love?"

"So he has changed his dress style now, and his makeup looks like a professional makeup artist."

Feelings are really great.

Hatsuji felt emotion.

No one spoke for a while, only the soft sound of the friction of the cloth.

After three seconds of silence, Chuchi suddenly said: "Lu Jiaheng."

He still lowered his head, and his nasal cavity murmured.

Churi hung his head down, looked at his low eyelashes, and pursed his lips: "What are you doing to undress me."

At this point, the man's slender and beautiful hands fell on her neckline, pinching the shirt button with his fingertips, and slowly untied.

Her button was originally buckled up to the top one, and the top two had been untied by him, exposing the beautiful neck line and beautiful clavicle.

He moved slowly, occasionally rubbing her knuckles accidentally on her neck, and the piece was as hot as it was burnt.

Shuichi shrank his shoulders and hid back.

When she went back, he went forward, like jumping tango, until the back was attached to the cold wall. She raised her hand to push him, but her hand was just stuck in the coat that was half hung, and raised a 50-degree angle. , Can't lift it up.

Lu Jiaheng finally lifted his eyelashes, and something else was wrapped in the black peach eyes.

The thing was like a magnet, attractive, spreading deep and deep, and it didn't even react at first for a while, so he stared at him so blankly, his expression a little dull.

His fingers were still on her neckline. The collar button had been unbuttoned three times. His fingers flicked, if the fingertips seemed to brush the delicate skin of her chest.

The touch was clear and detailed, and the first person shivered uncontrollably.

Lu Jiaheng said with a deep smile, and finally let go of her buttons, her fingers moved slightly, her fingertips pressed against her collarbone, she leaned her head down, almost the distance between her lips and her lips: "Have all questions been asked?"

Chu Garden swallowed saliva, nodded, and shook his head again, his voice thin: "No..."

His lips have been applied.

Covering her lips carefully and restraintly, the tip of her wet tongue swept across the lips, and her voice was vague: "What else to ask..."

Where can she speak?

The lips were covered by him, and the mouth just opened slightly, and he just came in like a long-planned one, biting her and sucking, even breathing was grabbed, let alone words.

Chuichi raised his head slightly, and pulled his neck into a slender line, accepting his kiss jerkyly and obediently.

She squeezed her fingers tightly against the edge of the shoe cabinet, and her body moved forward slightly.

At first, his movements were still gentle and restrained. At the back, he finally couldn't hold back. The whole person squeezed between her legs, pulling her tongue into the cavity.

At first, the tongue was tingling, and there was something overflowing in the corner of the mouth.

Her eyes were red, her wet eyes widened, and she swallowed hard.

The next second, he clasped her waist, his shirt was pulled out of his jeans, his scorched palms pressed against his waist, and his fingertips moved slowly and delicately along the depressions on his back.

The little girl was resting on the shoe cabinet by him and was trapped in front of him. The whole person was trembling slightly, and the cubs made small sounds. The slender body seemed to be crushed with a little effort.

A miserable look, with red eyes, staring blankly at him.

Lu Jiaheng lightly bit her lip, the tip of her tongue pulled out, and her hand stopped.

She breathed in the fresh air eagerly, and the person softened. After being caught by him, her neck lifted up slightly. The next second, the man's moist and warm lips printed on the delicate skin of her neck, and her lips and teeth gently left marks.

The pain was so numb that he whimpered at first, and felt the thin layer of skin covering his neck covered with arteries that he gently licked and sucked.

It's like the lubrication of a medieval vampire before eating, and she is going to be sacrificed to the devil as the freshest food.

The space at the entrance was silent. His head was buried in her neck all the way down. The slight tingling sensation was accompanied by other strange feelings. Hakuchi was blindfolded and his eyes were scattered in the dark yellow ceiling light.

Lu Jiaheng made a quick move, with her lips and tongue down inch by inch, biting on her slender clavicle, and tipping her nose down.

His breath was hot and pressed against her chest, and sometime the fourth button of the shirt opened.

Further down is a rounded soft bulge, and the edge of the pink lace fabric at the messy neckline is looming.

Until the lining is rubbed, the last layer inside the shirt is exposed to the cold air.

The fifth one.

His lips were covered with that tender flesh, and a thin stubble was rubbed on the chin before he could shave. The hand that had been swimming on the spine slowly down, around the waist, attached to the gentle lower abdomen, flexible Touched the edge of the jeans slightly with her fingertips and touched the metal buttons.

A soft bang, a loose waist.

The slender man's fingers were pulled around the waist of his jeans, and his movements were slow and long, like in the late hours. His fingertips came down from his thighs and came up again. His fingertips were pasted on the soft hinterland with a thin cloth.

At that moment, something collapsed.

The empty space in Hakuchi's brain was lit by brush.

She shuddered and tilted her head. The whole person shrank back, her eyes were moist, and her throat overflowed unconsciously with a low moan.

She showed up in embarrassment in front of him, and he was fully dressed, only breathing thinly, and she burned like she was about to burn soon.

Unequal shame, concomitant fear, and a strange desire that is unclear and unclear.

Her tears trembled dimly, and her soft voice called his name with a crying cry: "Lu Jiaheng... don't..."

The man in front of him suddenly stopped.

His head was buried in front of her, and his fingertips were slightly inward against the wet cloth, leaving him motionless, leaving only a burning nose to heat her: "Afraid?"

She was red all over, her small body shrank back, and the soft place was like milk pudding, trembling gently with her unreliable movements.

Chuichi looked up, ignorant of the tender crying, and the confused eyes with tears went to him.

No way.

It's too small.

Lu Jiaheng's empty hand suddenly lifted up and covered her eyes.

He sighed lowly, his voice horrified: "Don't move."

It was dark in the sight, and Chuchi slightly raised his head, not daring to move.

She felt his hot lips slowly move away, her fingertips pulled away, and felt that the edge of the scattered shirt was pulled up by him to cover, even as if she could feel his eyes sweeping every inch of her skin, breathing heavily rapid.

The vision is deprived, and the remaining senses seem to be magnified indefinitely, becoming extremely sensitive.

At the beginning, the feet were stretched straight, the slippers had fallen off long ago, the legs were unconsciously holding him tightly, the lips were red and swollen, the voice choked, and they were dependent and helpless: "Lu Jiaheng..."

Lu Jiaheng's back of her hand covering her eyes burst into blue, clenching her teeth tightly, and her breathing sound was heavy, "Don't call me..."

He grabbed a piece of clothing to wrap her up, hugged and pulled the man out of the entangled coat, and as soon as his arm came out, her small, soft arm took the initiative to wrap around his neck and buried his head in the neck socket .

Even at this time, she still trusted him completely.

Lu Jiaheng patted her back comfortably, while walking towards the bedroom.

She was still shaking, a small group shrunk in her arms, all the places exposed were red, and the red seal on the neck had just been dropped by him, which had spread all the way down and disappeared in the wrapped clothes .

Lu Jiaheng hugged her and sat by the bed. After a few moments of relief, he moved slowly, groping with small hands.

Lu Jiaheng lowered his eyes: "What is moving?"

Chuichi hung his head down, his voice resembling a mosquito: "My pants..."

She pulled back with one hand against his chest, with her other hand pressed against his leg, buttocks moved back a little bit and reached a hard thing.

Sitting so softly on the top, Lu Jiaheng grunted sullenly.

It was like a voice in the throat, low and dumb, making the scalp numb.

At first, he froze, and just slowed down a little bit. The whole person shivered again, quickly retracted back, and dared not move at all, and half of the red faded back to spread.

She lowered her eyes, not daring to look at him, and stuttered: "I'm sorry..."

Lu Jiaheng held her arm muscles tight, but the strength was controlled softly. He stood up silently, put her on the bed, pulled the quilt in one hand and wrapped the person in, then stood up and turned to the bathroom.

Hakuchi was hiding in the bed and stared at the ceiling.

It's been a long time since this house, and no one has come back to live there, but the room doesn't have the smell of dust that hasn't lived for a long time, and someone should clean it.

She blindfolded her shirt button in the bed, and her head came out of the bed again.

The bathroom was quiet and there was only a bright warm light behind the frosted glass, and a slight rustling sound.

After a moment of silence, the sound of a whirling water sounded.

The first garden face was red and red, and suddenly the quilt was covered again.

She is no longer a child, of course she knows what he is doing.

All the things just now were so clear, and even she still had that kind of fine pain in her body.

His beard was really painful.

Chuchi held his mouth and rubbed his chest through the clothes, and then reacted violently, releasing his hand like an electric shock.

What didn't feel like it was doing anything right now, it seems like everything is wrong.

Churi turned over and lay down on the bed, his head buried deep in the pillow, and rolled the pillow.

After a long time, Lu Jiaheng came out.

The little girl was hiding under the quilt, only showing a pair of dark eyes outside, looking at him cautiously and uneasy.

He seemed to have taken a bath by the way, grabbed a towel cover with one hand and rubbed it on his head. He walked to the bed and looked down at her: "Is it uncomfortable? Take a shower?"

"........."

With a snap, the quilt was pulled up again to cover the top of the head, and Chuichi kicked his legs frantically in the quilt. It seemed that his desire to kick him directly was very strong.

Lu Jiaheng laughed softly, dragged the edge of the quilt down, and dug her head out of it.

Sure enough, the little girl blushed again and lay flat on the bed, her hands squeezing her soft earlobe and biting her lip, staring at him: "Wang bastard..."

Lu Jiaheng lowered his eyes and calmly stated the facts: "At first, you just got wet."

Chuichi: "..."

If she is a teapot, she should have exploded by now.

Chuchi seemed to feel that there was hot air puffing out of her ears. She screamed, and the whole person re-drilled into the quilt, forming a bulging ball. The voice was scolded him in a muffled voice: "You Is it perverted! Lu Jiaheng's bastard! Perverted! Neuropathy!"

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