Poor Little Guy is the Top Guy

  Chapter 159 Smith and Mu Liye~

"why you?"

  ! ! !

   Mu Qingcheng looked at the man standing in front of him in amazement, with a look of disbelief.

  It was incredible that this person had already walked over, snatched the dagger from her hand, hugged her horizontally, put her back on the bed, and tucked it into the quilt before finally regaining her senses.

"How did you come?"

   However, the man didn't speak. Wei Han glanced at the dagger on the low table beside him, and then he stretched out his hand and started to unbutton his shirt in silence.

   "Si Qing. Brother Chen, what are you doing?"

   Mu Qingcheng, who decisively changed his name with his eye knife, grabbed the man's extremely fast finger.

   Of course she could see that he was undressing, but she just didn't understand why he was undressing?

   However, Si Qingchen suddenly leaned over and approached, and said faintly,

   "Who doesn't take off their clothes when they sleep, eh?"

  “.”

   After that, she took her hand off and stuffed it back into the quilt.

  Mu Qingcheng stared at Si Qingchen's actions in a stunned manner, and when the man put his shirt on the sofa on one side and lifted the corner of her quilt, she finally breathed a sigh of relief when he was about to get in.

  ‘Fortunately, I didn’t take off my pants! Wrong! ’

   "Brother Chen, where are you going to sleep?"

   Looking at Si Qingchen who had already held his scriptures in his arms, Mu Qingcheng blushed instantly.

   And the man still didn't answer, he sniffed and sniffed around her neck very greedily, like a big dog distinguishing scents.

   After a while, he suddenly and gently kissed her throbbing carotid artery.

   "Don't be so itchy"

   Mu Qingcheng shrank his neck, trying to push back, but was tightly bound around his waist, not allowed to escape.

   At this moment, Si Qingchen finally raised his head, he stretched out a hand, carefully fiddled with the naughty strands of hair that fell on the little guy's eyebrows, and lowered his head to kiss the tip of her nose.

   Looking at her wet, cat-like eyes, she smiled leisurely.

   "Qingcheng, I miss you very much."

   "Then you can't open the window either."

  The two are very close at this time, and with a little movement, they can easily touch each other's lips.

   Mu Qingcheng didn't dare to move, but the man in front of him was obviously an extremely black-bellied guy.

   No matter what he said, or even every word, it would lightly stroke the little guy's delicate lips like nothing.

   Then, there will be an involuntary tremor.

  The man was very satisfied with this response, and the distance was shortened even more.

   "I also wanted to come over during the day, but your grandfather wouldn't let me in."

"I"

   While speaking, Si Qingchen's lips were almost completely attached to Mu Qingcheng's lips.

   The little guy who only said one word suddenly stopped moving.

   Mu Qingcheng's eyes trembled and his body was stiff, obviously not used to this level of intimacy.

  Si Qingchen hooked the corners of his lips, looking at her frantically beating eyes, the deep meaning in his eyes quietly released to his whole body.

   In a calm voice, he deliberately seduced,

   "Qingcheng, I want to kiss you."

  “.”

   This is not an inquiry, just an announcement.

  Because at the same time as these words fell, the man had completely eliminated the tiny distance, and stuck it closely together.

  The soft touch is the same as in the memory, as soft as a cloud.

   is like a marshmallow wrapped in a layer of honey, so sweet and glutinous that you can't extricate yourself.

   Remove the layers of barriers and become more and more attractive.

   A pair of lips that had no sense of resistance was just being manipulated at will, taking whatever they wanted.

   And for a moment, the man who seemed to be dissatisfied raised his head again, looked at the little guy under him with some grief, rubbed the tip of her nose in a pleasing manner, and said,

   "Qingcheng, open your mouth."

  “.”

   Although she didn't speak, the little guy's behavior of biting his lips tightly reflected her heart.

   The man raised his eyebrows and drew a rare frivolity at the end of his eyes.

   At the same time, a calm hand slid down quietly, lifted a corner of her white pajamas, and gently squeezed the soft flesh on her waist,

   "Ahhh."

   Instantly broken, Mu Qingcheng didn't have time to say a word, and was sealed his lips again by this black-bellied man.

   After a long time, I just cursed intermittently,

   "Old rascal."

   (end of this chapter)