The Paranoid Protagonist is Addicted To My Stickers

, Nesting his head in the direction of Yan Ci's neck, his breath was full of familiar breath, with scalding heat.

The hem of Yan Ci's waist was lifted up because of the movement, revealing a cold white waist and abdomen with clear muscle texture.

Xia Zhinian's head was dizzy, and somehow his hand touched it, it was warm, and he instinctively spread out his palm and stuck it.

Then the hot thing suddenly tightened.

There was a soft inhalation sound.

It was low-pitched and sweet, and it fell into his ears like a stone falling into the surface of a lake, causing a circle of ripples.

"...Good boy."

Yan Ci called him softly, tsk, the dead of night was extremely sensitive, and there was a sullen smile in his voice, "Are the abdominal muscles easy to touch?"

Xia Zhinian: "...?"

Xia Zhinian: "???"

what?

...Abs, abs? !

Xia Zhinian was startled, as if she had been scalded, she suddenly forgot about the pain in her stomach, subconsciously withdrew her hand and tried to bounce it.

The boy nearby smiled softly, clasped his waist with one hand, and stroked his head soothingly.

The voice is soft and gentle, but the movements have a force that cannot be resisted.

"Be good, why are you running? I didn't tell you not to touch her."

Yan Ci bent the corners of his lips, held his wrist and tied it around his waist, very natural and frank, with a loose smile.

"Hey baby, if you touch it, will you feel better?"