How Much for a Pound of Cuteness

The night was deep and the bedroom was quiet.

Chuchi pulled his collar by sobbing, moaning and moaning, making a small voice like a milk cat.

Lu Jiaheng supported the bed with both hands, slightly hung his head, the shirt button was pulled by her two, the smooth shoulder line exposed, and slightly fluctuated with the gasp: "Where is uncomfortable..."

The first consciousness was muddled. He couldn't tell how uncomfortable he felt, but he felt something was wrong with him.

She shook her head indiscriminately, looking at him with blindfolded eyes, and pulled her shirt into the waist of the pants with a soft little hand, darted into it, and touched it arbitrarily, along the muscles of the chest to the strong waist, and the edge was exposed. Mermaid line.

She touched his lower abdomen with her fingertips, and Lu Jiaheng held down her hand penetrating down.

She gently earned twice, but did not break away. The upper body was covered with crystal water and met cold air again. She stood trembling, and her white legs were sandwiched between his waist and her knees could not hold. What, uncomfortable crying and calling him.

Lu Jiaheng grabbed her and pulled it to the top of her head to buckle her wrist, leaned down, her hot lips attached to her thin eyelids, and her voice was hoarse: "At first, I didn't cry when I was obedient."

His first wet eyelashes were trembling and he wanted to open his eyes. He hung down, and the shirt's cloth rubbed against the softness of the bite, bringing up a small trembling tremor under his body, and cried in a thin voice.

Lu Jiaheng clasped her wrist with one hand, the other hand was drawn down the waist, the index finger hooked the fabric of the lace down, the fingertip was covered without obstruction, and gently pressed into the light.

She cried high, her soft body trembled and stood up, approaching him involuntarily, catering to his hand.

Lu Jiaheng gasped heavily.

There is no moment more unbearable and impulsive than now.

But she was drunk.

She is not sober.

He hoped that her true intentions in her sober state between them, wanted to see her hug him, kiss him, his beautiful eyes were full of him, feel him, cry and call his name.

Lu Jiaheng closed his eyes, opened it, and moved cautiously, restrained and gentle, and dared not go deep, only the sound of water came out of his fingertips, back and forth.

Then at a certain moment, the villain under him froze.

Chuichi broke free of his control with one hand, pinched his fingertips deeply into his shoulder, straightened his instep, and curled his toes one by one.

She opened her eyes wide and stared blankly at the snow-white ceiling.

Lu Jiaheng twitched his hand, his palm was wet and clear liquid.

He grabbed a corner of the bed sheet and wiped it, dropped his head, and kissed the tears that fell from the corner of her eyes: "Okay...Okay, good at first..."

Hakuchi gasped for a little bit, gasping for a while, crying fiercely, his shoulders twitching uncontrollably.

Lu Jiaheng turned over, dragged the quilt over, wrapped her in her arms, patted her on the back, and walked smoothly.

She winced in his arms and whispered softly. The whole person was wrapped tightly, only one face was exposed, her lashes were closed tightly, and her breathing slowly returned to a steady level.

Lu Jiaheng hugged her, leaned sideways on the bed, stretched out the bedside lamp next to her, and lowered her eyes.

Fell asleep.

Her lip was bitten by him, and there was a little dried blood on it, her eyes were a little swollen, the eyes were red, the tear-stained face was still flushed, and a pair was miserable. Look.

He lifted her hand and pulled her down by the horn, revealing her white neck and chest.

It was all red patches, and there was dried blood on the rose tip.

Lu Jiaheng was a little annoyed, put her on the bed lightly, turned over to get out of the bed and opened the curtain into the living room, and pulled out the medicine cabinet from the cabinet.

The little girl fell asleep. He sat by the bed, pumped a cotton swab and disinfectant, and moistened the cotton swab.

The disinfectant had a tingling sensation on the wound. At first, Shuichi shrunk sadly in his sleep, and moved, but his arm was wrapped in a quilt and he couldn't move.

The white porcelain-like skin was all exposed in front of him, and the place where the bite was standing was a light pink rose with a little dried blood on it, which looked gorgeous and attractive.

Lu Jiaheng's jaw was tight, and he had a lot of effort to hold the cotton swab. The muscles on the back of the hand protruded one by one, but the hand was light.

Chuchi frowned, rubbed his head against the pillow, and muttered something.

Lu Jiaheng pushed the medicine box aside and walked into the bathroom. A towel was soaked in warm water, and the movement slowly pulled the person out of the quilt, helping her wipe off the things on her body.

The towel touched the center of her leg, she giggled gigglingly, and her eyes opened a creak, and looked at him vacantly, her small head twisted, arched into his arms, and continued to sleep fragrantly. Too.

He was tortured by her for the whole night, but she was like a little unconscientious, not sleeping too peacefully.

Lu Jiaheng gritted his teeth with hatred.

When she was awake next time, he must make her cry until she could not speak.

Chuichi's sleep was fairly stable at first.

Later, she had a long dream.

At the beginning of the dream, it was normal. She sat by a swimming pool, reached into the pool and kicked the water, and turned around. A naked man wearing only swimming trunks came towards her.

The naked man's figure is really good, the chest muscles, abdominal muscles, biceps, deep down the gull line.

He looks handsome, his eyes are dark, his peach blossoms are narrow and his lips are raised.

The naked man smiled lazily at her, and his long fingers caught the edge of the swimming trunks, and he would pull down.

The naked man in swimming trunks is about to become a real naked man.

The first gardener in the dream screamed, thumped, and fell into the pool.

In reality, I was awakened.

She opened her eyes, sitting up in a flutter, her frightened.

She didn't focus on her eyes and looked straight at the front for more than ten seconds before slowly recovering.

At this time, it was probably early morning, the sky was bright, and the sunlight penetrated the gap of the heavy curtains, which was very light.

The bedroom is dim and warm, and after the partition is a curtain pulled tightly, separating the space between the bedroom and the living room.

Chuchi reacted for three seconds before realizing that this was Lu Jiaheng's family.

Her head hurts a little. She rubbed her temples and dropped her head. She was wearing a white cotton t-shirt and no underwear. The soft cloth scraped the left chest. There was a sharp pain.

Chuchi pulls the collar of the t-shirt and looks in.

All traces of her body, a band-aid on her left chest.

Chuichi: "..."

Hatsumi:? ? ? ? ?

She opened her eyes wide, pulled up the quilt, and turned her head sharply.

Lu Jiaheng was lying sideways, and the man was already awake, looking at her expressionlessly, holding her head.

At first, he was trembling, his lips were pale, his eyes widened and he looked at him: "Lu Lu Lu Jiaheng..."

She was sitting on the bed blankly, thinking a little bit loose, this picture is too informative, she was a little stubborn for a while.

The man didn't speak and still had no expression. His dark peach blossom eyes were calm and he couldn't clearly see his expression in the dim light.

After two seconds, he whispered: "Headache?"

Chu Zhimu looked at him plainly, but still did not react from the situation at this time. Hearing the words, nodded subconsciously.

Lu Jiaheng took a hook at the corner of his lips and said, "Oh," he deserved it, "deserve it, drink it later."

Chuichi: "..."

Hatsumi:?

I don't know why, she always feels a bit sad in Lu Jiaheng's eyes.

But he also looks pretty good.

Hatsuki swept him up and down, he was wearing pajamas, lying on one side, looking at her with his expression on his side.

By comparison, she was miserable.

The clothes are like this, the body is like this, the chest is still broken, and the band-aid is attached.

Hakuchi didn't want to know how it broke.

She turned her head again and looked at Lu Jiaheng.

How can this be.

Although it seems possible to target him, but--

Too close.

So such an intimate behavior, such a thing.

It happened when she didn’t know it, when she wasn’t sure if she was ready.

At first he stared at him dumbly, his lips slightly open, and his eyes were red.

Even with the whole person red, she blushed and raised the quilt sourly. The man got into it and re-covered it. The whole person curled up into a ball and a bulging ball was in the quilt.

Lu Jiaheng froze.

He stopped and sat up, grabbing the quilt and trying to pull it away: "At first--"

Churi grabbed the horn by the inside, whining and interrupting him: "Why! Why! Don't talk to me!"

She dragged and pressed all the circles around like a little tortoise retracted into the shell, wrapping herself up motionless.

Lu Jiaheng stretched out an index finger across the quilt and gently poked: "The cover is so strict, you are not bored."

At first, he ignored him, and the quilt tightened a little, but he didn't respond at all.

He raised his hand and poked again.

This time, a little bit of sobbing finally came out inside.

Lu Jiaheng froze.

He took a deep breath and pressed his throat softly: "Horichi, you come out first."

The first garden was wrapped in a quilt, wriggling inside, without making a sound, just sucking his nose.

He sighed helplessly: "I didn't do anything yesterday."

At first, he paused and sulked, "You lied,"

She cried so fiercely last night, and now her throat is a little dumb, with a little nasal voice: "I am not stupid, I am, I am like this, you also gave me a band-aid, why don't you tie me a bandage !"

With a little boyish accusation in her voice, Lu Jiaheng couldn't help but laugh: "I thought, what should I do if I tie you up."

"..."

The first gardener became angry and angrily kicked, and the whole person turned around in the quilt, facing him with his butt, a leg stretched out, and white tender feet kicked him: "Shut up! King bastard!"

Lu Jiaheng leaned sideways to hide and grabbed her ankle: "That's something I didn't control well, but I finally solved it myself yesterday, really."

Chuichi pulled his feet back and stopped talking.

He raised his hand and gently patted the small group inside the quilt: "I'm sorry, if you don't want to, I will do nothing in the future, okay?"

After a few minutes, Chuchi slowly swallowed and turned back, protruding a small head from the quilt.

Her small face flushed, her big eyes rolling, looked at him, looked away again, looked at him again, and said in a small voice: "I am not unwilling, and it has nothing to do with the end or the end..."

Lu Jiaheng looked down at her.

She didn't dare to look at him again, her head hung low in shame: "I just think this kind of thing, this kind of thing..." She couldn't tell the messy words, and she whispered for a long time, "How about that place Can you see... you still..."

Also bit off.

It's too difficult to speak, she can't talk anymore.

Lu Jiaheng looked at her quietly and suddenly smiled.

Too shy.

What to do if I have been so shy in the future.

He licked his lips, leaned his hands close to the bed, and deliberately said, "It's beautiful. At first, he was very beautiful everywhere, just as cute as you."

He said it so calmly, the first garden was about to explode, his face flushed with blood, his eyes were glared at him, and he raised his hands to cover his ears.

Lu Jiaheng moved faster than her, clasping her wrists with both hands, pulling people to pull her out of the quilt.

Last night's picture was vivid, his eyes were dark, and his voice was dumb, "Because it is so cute, I broke it if I was not careful."