The little milk dragon is pampered and teased by the crazy boss

This familiar and strange feeling made him subconsciously a little afraid, his god master seemed to be a little different, and he couldn't say what was different.

As soon as his waist tightened, he was picked up by the man with one hand.

Shun hugged Mo Guishi's neck, the smell of tobacco on the man's body was mixed with alcohol, and he smelled a little choking, he didn't like it.

The back hits the soft C.

The moment he was about to go up, the little man in his arms turned his face sideways and landed on the soft face.

"Bath, it stinks."

Mo Guishi's movements paused, looking at the aggrieved appearance of the young man under him, as if he would be extremely evil if he kissed it again.

How many people want to be treated like this by him.

"Where does it stink?" Mo Guishi buried in the teenager's neck, covered Candle Youlin's soft waist with his big hand, and bit the boy's collarbone with a chuckle.

It is clear that he sent it to the door himself.

Dare to dislike him.

Mo returned in a good mood, although he didn't like to be stuffed with some messy people, but this little pet was very suitable for his appetite.

He was also willing to indulge some.

"You're going to wash it for me?" Mo Guishi's voice was hoarse and sexy, and he was able to resist the will not to force the teenager, which was already a great deal of self-control.

He picked up the teenager directly, and after some tossing just now, the already loose shirt had slipped halfway.

The spring light inside can be seen clearly.

Candle Youlin held the shower head, trying to make himself more sober, and the first meeting with the god-sama, he wanted to show himself well and leave a good impression.

Mo Guishi put one arm around the boy's waist, caressed the young man's soft cheeks, and looked at the other party's stupid little appearance, and couldn't help but be a little funny.

"Didn't you say it stinks, do you want to bathe me?"

"I'm standing in front of you now, what are you waiting for."

The greasy touch of the fingertips made people not want to let go, and Mo Guishi couldn't help but pinch the boy's soft face again.

Those beautiful eyes were drunk, with a layer of hazy water, and the light reflected Mo Gui's appearance at this moment, which attracted him all the time.

He lowered his head uncontrollably, wanting to taste it.

But once again he was avoided.

Stirring him up and not letting him touch it, tickling the heart of the hooker.

Mo Guishi only felt that his throat was even more thirsty, and even the heat of his body was rising.

He turned on the shower switch.

The boy held the shower head directly at him, and was caught off guard by warm water.

The short flaxen hair was wet and pressed against his forehead.

Those beautiful eyes turned red because they touched the water, spreading water mist, and they looked extremely pitiful.

The loose shirt was slung wet against the chest, and it was even more visible.

The water from the shower head was still flowing out, and the teenager just stood there, staring intently at Mo Gui, like a kitten that fell into the water, stupid, and had no next move.

The wet clothes were soaked through the shirt of the ink return, with an icy cold.

The body is piping hot.

Mo returned to the bath by himself, and the boy sat obediently on the toilet, staring at him with beautiful eyes.

A shadow fell in front of him.

Candle Youlin was picked up again and walked out of the bathroom, a dry towel covered his head, and the man wiped his wet hair, although the movement was large, but also gentle.

It was not until the soft flaxen hair was wiped half-dry and the ink returned.