Kiss Goodnight, Mr.Ji

So that her hands still maintained an open posture, the stiff did not know where to put it.

A Yao suddenly laughed, he caught her hands, let her wrap her waist, tilted her eyes wide.

"Sister Qing'er, this is a complete hug." The young boy's clear and hoarse voice rang in her ears, blowing into her ears with vigorous heat, she even felt his lips inadvertently Touching her pinna made her hair all stand upright.

Too... Too... Before waiting for Qinger to come up with a suitable word to describe her mood, she felt a hot hand on her waist and shoulder.

A Yao put a hand on her waist and a hand on her shoulder, it really was a very standard hug gesture. Even though intimate, but not excessive, Qinger has no room for rejection.

"...Enough?" She spit out these words in a nasty voice.

"No." As Yao seemed contented, she buried her face between her necks and rubbed it gently, making him a foot taller than her. It was really not easy to achieve this. But he actually did it, like a cute and sticky little milk dog.

Qinger was numb by his rubbing her scalp. She had to close her eyes resentfully and meditate on the physics formula in her heart. This method finally had some effect. Her attention was successfully diverted, but it was only a part. Still can't ignore this strong presence leaning on her.

"Okay, okay, let go!" Qinger pushed him unbearably regardless of whether the time was up or not.

A Yao slightly groaned in dissatisfaction, probably afraid that she was angry, so he let go of her obediently, but the moment the two separated, he didn't know whether it was intentional or unintentional, his thin lips turned from her forehead I wiped it on, as if it were a kiss of a dragonfly.

Qinger took two quick steps backwards as if he was charged, and stared at him fiercely: "Hey! You're too insane!"

A Yao's eyes were full of smiles, and his explanation was not sincere at all: "Sister Qing'er, I didn't mean it."

...Idiots believe you!

"Okay, you hug and hug, hurry to wash the dishes!" Qinger looked at him with a smile on his face.

He nodded obediently: "I'll cut some fruit for Sister Qing'er first."

He turned and went to the kitchen.

Qinger stared at his back for a while, and then grabbed a pillow casually, torn into various shapes, and looked bulging.

She couldn't figure it out. This kid grew up with respect and respect. Whether he was Uncle Jiang or Aunt Jingtong, he was very concerned about him, and reasonably he didn't lack love...So, how could he stick her so much? Like a child, comfort, hug, kiss...

Qinger felt more and more headaches. This dead boy may not feel it. For him, holding her is about the same as holding Aunt Jingtong...but she is a normal woman or an adult woman! If the two kept a distance, she wouldn't have any ideas, but the two got along day and night, and the kid asked her to give her a little intimate comfort from time to time... It was really difficult to keep her in the water!

Qinger felt more and more depressed, and hated the pillow in his hand. Wrong step by step, wrong step by step, she should not take him from the beginning!