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

"Itchy." Candle Youlin moved, and he only felt that the hot breath exhaled by the man splashed on his neck, itching extremely much, like a feather rubbing lightly.

But it was supported by the tun department, so that the two of them leaned closer.

"Meow~"

The little milk cat lay in the arms of the teenager, screaming aggrievedly, and accidentally squeezed the kitten, it is too small, always subconsciously ignored.

"But I want to have cats and cats, what if I don't have enough money?" The boy's voice was a little worried, and he cleaned the furry snow balls and stayed honestly, as if he knew that it was expensive to raise himself, and quietly hid his tail.

"So what to do?" Mo Guishi's voice was even more mute, and he asked rhetorically, he was such a bad eye, he wanted to bully the boy in his arms, so that he had no one to rely on himself.

He was waiting for the little one to sell himself to him.

He wanted the two of them to be completely and firmly tied to his side.

Even if one day the little one can endure and his wings are hard, he will not be able to fly out of the palm of his hand.

"Didn't you say, put it into debt?" Mo Guishi's other hand stroked the chin of the upper boy, and his fingertips rubbed the moist chun, unable to take his eyes off.

He wanted W to go up.

And so it did.

The boy is very well-behaved and always so submissive, and his beautiful amber eyes are full of him, with trust and dependence.

When Mo returned, he always felt that the young man was like a gift from heaven to him, how could someone be so well-behaved and distressing, and every place tugged at his heartstrings.

Even the tip of the heart trembles.

I just want to protect people under my wings and not let anyone pry.

"But I owe Brother Shi a lot of money." The boy's voice was a little soft, and the tail tone was like a small hook, tickling people's hearts.

"Then stay by my side and never leave." The distance between the two was close enough to touch the tip of the nose, and the heat under Mo Gui's eyes almost completely swallowed people, but he still forcibly restrained himself.

He didn't want to let go of the teenager and didn't want to hurt him.

That familiar, uncomfortable feeling came again.

Candle Youlin was a little afraid, and wanted to shrink, but he was tightly hugged by the man, unable to move, he could feel the difference between the gods.

The kind of eyes that want to eat him into his stomach.

He couldn't help but want to shrink his tail.

[Host, remember how he treated you, when you feel afraid, do it, and the god-sama will not hurt you] The gentle voice of the system sounded, calming the teenager's unease.

He has great trust in the system, and the system brother has never harmed him, and he has done his best to make him better survive.

The boy tried to recall the fragments of the chaotic memory, and he was always in a trance, remembering only the burning of his body and the indescribable feeling.

Mo Guishi's forehead was faintly sweaty, and he restrained himself from thinking about it, and the fragrant softness in his arms could not keep him sane.

I'd rather torture myself like this than let go of my hand.

The chin was a little softer, and there was a trace of pain.

The teenager gnawed on his chin.

The pointed little teeth seemed to bite the skin, but the heat in his heart burned even more.

His throat became even more thirsty, as if it were on fire, making his whole person feel like he was in a furnace, making him almost lose his mind.

Mo Guishi was motionless, seemingly without movement, and his whole mind was on the young man in his arms, waiting for his next move.