White Moon Light’s Exclusive Alpha

The girl's hot body was clinging to herself, making Mu Xue clearly feel a place where she was not to be outdone.

Mu Xue never skipped the physiology class, and knew that this was normal for alphas, but she still had her sincere doubts—isn't Tang Xiaoyang tired?

She could still vaguely recall that Tang Xiaoyang carried her upstairs while continuing, but after the second time, she lost her strength. This sheep was busy working excitedly until the middle of the night...

Except for the delay, Mu Xue had never encountered such a problem that he had no solution to.

But now the top priority is still to appease the dissatisfied girl who imprisoned her.

The woman raised her hand and rubbed the girl's thick black hair, and said softly, "I'm sorry, I didn't know you were so... excited? Are you uncomfortable?"

The woman's worried tone made Tang Xiaoyang, who was originally above his blood, realize that he was a little unreasonable, and what was the physiological reaction that was uncomfortable or not? It's like raising your arm, you don't feel numbness in your arm.

It is the heart that suffers, the heart that eats the marrow and knows the taste.

Naturally, she always knew how beautiful and attractive Mu Xue was, but from last night, she only gained the power to kiss her, touch her, and possess her as she wanted.

And the woman no longer hesitated, refused, nor just passively accepted, she accepted Tang Xiaoyang with a smile, and opened her thin but moving body for her to taste.

For Tang Xiaoyang, who had just obtained this kind of authority, this was simply deadly poison.

It's a chaotic, irresistible poison.

Tang Xiaoyang shook his head gently and said in a muffled voice, "It's not uncomfortable, I just... like you too much."

I like to feel your presence clearly all the time, and want to be the closest person in the world to you all the time.

The word love seems too formal on this occasion, Tang Xiaoyang can't say it, but it seems that the only way to express the love that is full of love seems to be in this way.

A woman's soft laughter came from her ears, probably laughing at her silly answer.

Tang Xiaoyang felt uncomfortable and wanted to let go of Mu Xue to solve it by herself, but Mu Xue's subsequent actions almost made her jump directly onto the roof.

The woman's hand penetrated directly into the clothes around the girl's waist, and went straight down against the girl's looming abdominal muscles.

"what!"

The girl withdrew two steps on the spot after being scalded by the fire, until she was pressed against her lower back by the cooking table.

Then she really covered her waist clothes like the bullied little daughter-in-law, and stammered, "What are you doing?"

The woman in front of her looked at Tang Xiaoyang, who was like a fried cat, with a bit of surprise and helplessness, "Wouldn't it make you feel more comfortable?"

Not only is it comfortable, it is estimated that it can comfort her to death.

Tang Xiaoyang shook his head like a clockwork toy figurine, "No, no, I'll do it myself."

Without waiting for Mu Xue to say anything, he rushed out of the kitchen.

Tang Xiaoyang, who closed the bathroom door, let out a long sigh, and slumped down like a deflated ball. He raised his hands to cover his blood-red face.

She likes Mu Xue who has let go now, but she is not mentally prepared for certain things.

Immediately, there was a bit of annoyance, how could Mu Xue not be shy at all?

Her face was taken for granted, she was so ashamed that she was so useless.

Speaking of which, has Mu Xue been shy?

Tang Xiaoyang thought about it for a while, but was disappointed to find that he really didn't.

Even if Mu Xue had a gaffe before, it had nothing to do with being shy.

Tang Xiaoyang took off his clothes and let go of the water, recalling the madness of last night and liberating himself.

But it was hard for her to think about Mu Xue's thin but soft fingers without being distracted, and imagine the woman's cool fingertips gently caressing her lower abdomen, all the way down.

She seems a little regretful, what should I do?

When Tang Xiaoyang came out of the shower, the instigator who caused her to take another shower during the day was sitting on the sofa, watching the live replay of the Dream Building Finals, and seeing her on the podium, the dense barrage almost To block the wide screen tightly, Tang Xiaoyang glanced at it and found that the most common word in it was - enthronement.

Now these people are quite imaginative, she thought so, and threw herself into the arms of the smiling happy woman on the sofa, "I'm so tired..."

After all, I squinted for a while yesterday, and I took a half-hour hot bath just now, which completely steamed out the hidden exhaustion.

The girl's hair in her arms was half-dry, and it felt resilient to the touch. Mu Xue combed the hair that was messed up because of the too much movement like a cat's hair, and said gently, "Go to bed when you're tired."

"Don't..." The girl in her arms rolled like a cat, from lying on her side to lying on her back, staring at the woman with bright black eyes, "I still want to look at you."

"You can watch it when you wake up." Mu Xue laughed, almost talking to her in a childish tone.

"I don't want to go to the bedroom alone..." the girl muttered, "I can't sleep without you."

I am afraid that when I wake up, I will find that it has been a ridiculous dream from last night until now.

The woman she looked at showed a helpless and doting smile, raised her hand and turned off the TV, "Then let me accompany you."

The girl in her arms quickly got up, picked her up and left, Mu Xue froze for a moment, "Aren't you tired?"

"Yeah..." The girl yawned, her expression drowsy, but holding her arm was as steady as ever. "But it's okay to hold you."

In this way, not long after they got out of the bed, the two got back in again.

Fortunately, Tang Xiaoyang would be really sleepy, and he couldn't make any waves for a while. He was clutching Mu Xue's sleeves with his eyelids, but he still refused to fall asleep easily.

Mu Xue didn't think she was annoying at all, and leaned over to gently pat the **** the shoulder, coaxing her to sleep.

Tang Xiaoyang's voice became more and more blurred, "When I was young, I always wanted to lie on the same bed with you, thinking about what stories you would tell me."

Tang Xiaoyang's childhood was destined to be out of her reach for some of the ordinary love that other children had.

But it wasn't that Tang Xiaoyang never thought about lying in bed like a normal child listening to his parents tell bedtime stories.

Naturally, the object of her imagination could not be her unreliable parents, but the source of light throughout her life, Mu Xue, who was all beautiful in that gloomy mind.

But at this moment, between the limits of sleep and sleep, she just spoke out her own hidden delusions in her childhood.

The palm that slapped her shoulder stopped for a while, and the woman's voice blew past her ears like a breeze, with a faint love and pity, "What do you want to hear?"

"Cinderella..." The girl's eyes were completely closed, and she replied intermittently, "But I don't want a prince, I want you."

Mu Xue looked at the girl who had sunk into a dream, and touched the corner of her mouth.

Since waking up today, my laughter doesn't seem to go down.

It's like a noisy villain living in a house that was clean and orderly but empty.

Not only did it make a mess of the room, but every now and then I cried and cried to attract attention.

But she was so lovely, so beautiful, that she couldn't bear the slightest boredom.

I just want to hold her in the palm of my hand, knead her gently, and tell her over and over again, I like you.

The woman's kiss fell on the girl's forehead, with a soft voice, "I only want you too."

For the next few days, the two stayed at home and did not go out much.

After the finals, Tang Xiaoyang's fans continued to skyrocket, as if he was already a top-notch florist.

Although the preliminary preparations for "Allure" have been completed, there are still some matters that need to be finalized, and filming cannot be started immediately.

Mu Xue asked Le Wuyou to find out if there was a script that had a short filming time and was easy to accumulate the audience's favor, so that Tang Xiaoyang could film it first.

Le Wuyou took the order and left, but presumably this request was not easy to achieve, so there was no reply for several days.

Tang Xiaoyang was quite at ease. Apart from studying for 5 hours a day, he basically spent the rest of the time around Mu Xue, cooking, watching movies, this and that.

After the last tragic incident where she had to fast for two days because she went too far, Tang Xiaoyang thought about it seriously. She really liked the smooth flow of water more than eating half full and then being starved for two days.

So in the next few days, the occasional chaos of thunder and fire turned into gentle wind and drizzle all the time.

Once a day, it is unstoppable, but the process is often prolonged deliberately by Tang Xiaoyang.

In short, gentle, grinding, and always sober.

Although it is only once a day, the time depends on Tang Xiaoyang's mood.

For example, now, Mu Xue, who had just woken up from her sleep, subconsciously held down the girl's hairy head and said in a hoarse voice, "What time is it?"

"Seven-thirty..." The girl answered and leaned over to kiss her, but she didn't stop at all, "Are you still sleepy?"

"No..." Mu Xue dazedly responded to the girl's kiss, until the drowsiness was completely taken away by the tide.

Tang Xiaoyang took the woman to take a bath. Mu Xue, who tried to be self-reliant but failed, sat in the bathtub covered with foam and pinched the face of the girl who was washing her hair, "Come here every day, aren't you tired?"

This is Mu Xue's sincere question. Although these things are very comfortable, are they comfortable enough to do them every day?

Especially Tang Xiaoyang's scorching hot eyes, even if Mu Xue is confident, she often can't help but doubt herself, is it really so good-looking?

In fact, Mu Xue thought that Tang Xiaoyang's body was better looking, with enviable strength and muscles with excellent hand feel.

She always felt that she was too thin now and not as good-looking as when she was young.

Although I regretted it before, I didn't care.

Now I feel somewhat sorry for Tang Xiaoyang's love.

And the girl whose face was pinched by her opened her eyes wide as if she heard some strange thing, "How could you be tired?"

If it wasn't for Mu Xue's unbearable resistance, she would have been able to come all day.

But then she became cautious again, "Are you tired?"

"No, I feel very comfortable." The frothy woman shook her head solemnly, "I just don't understand why...why are you so keen?"

The girl was stunned for a moment, then laughed, and after the smile subsided, she leaned over to kiss her, "Didn't I say so? Because I love you."

The author has something to say: Sister Mu wonders: Is it really that comfortable?

Sheep: Spiritual enjoyment, inferiors do not understand.

Sister Mu: Boss, what are you doing in the kitchen?

Sheep: "Uh..."