Chapter 957 It’s best to pretend to me for the rest of your life
“Huh?”
“Is the clip true every time you’re drunk?”
Mo Ting deeply rubbed her He slowly rubbed his lips from the left corner to the right, not even sparing her lip beads. There were thin calluses on his fingertips, which made Chu's waist feel a little itchy.
Bite when you open your mouth.
"Hiss——"
Mo Ting squinted his eyes deeply, pressed his fingers down on the tip of her tongue, and said angrily: "You'd better hide it, you'd better pretend to me for the rest of your life. ”
Chu Yao felt pain in his jaw.
Let go of your mouth and pull down the pillow to rest your face on.
Mo Tingshen withdrew his hand and continued to rub her legs.
He had rubbed her many times, and occasionally he would get a perfunctory thank you, followed by "brother," and he would lose all temper. But most of the time, she was at ease, so shameless that she never said stop, and didn't care about him at all. Are your hands sore?
The lights were dimmed and Chu Yao started to snore. Only then did Mo Tingshen notice that she was asleep.
I agreed not to rub her waist, but after she fell asleep, I still rubbed her waist for a long time.
He was bare-chested, his pores were tightened by the cold, and his skin glowed a cold white under the light.
Mo Tingshen stood up, tucked her legs back into the quilt, grabbed the coat on the sofa, and even closed the door softly when she went out.
In the bed, Chu Yao's eyelashes trembled and he turned over, facing inward.
Mo Tingshen sat on a bench and smoked.
The two cigarettes were burned out, and a slender figure caught the eye.
“Yo.”
The corners of his lips slowly raised, “Come thousands of miles away again?”
Bo Yanqing paused, walked sideways, and looked at him condescendingly, "Relieving loneliness?"
Mo Tingshen raised a finger, not pointing at Bo Yanqing, but pointed upward, and then He half-bent his knuckles and pressed down, "Don't stand and look at brother. This angle is not comfortable for brother."
Bo Yanqing sneered, "I'll collect a few small cards for you, you pick one." , just take off your pants, I'll pay the bill, just treat it as a treat."
Mo Ting laughed deeply, "Chu Yao is asleep in my room." Bo Yanqing raised his eyebrows slightly.
He was in a hurry.
Suddenly there was no rush.
He even sat down, took out a cigarette and lit it, "No wonder you ran out at night and pretended to be a ghost, and it made you look bad again?"
"When did she treat me like a ghost?" I've always had a good face."
Mo Ting turned his head and put his half-curled hand in front of his lips, "Except when he was drunk."
"Didn't I beat you?"
Mo Tingshen hissed softly, "Why do you think you deserve a beating? Why are you here?"
"You came to break up the fight, the reason is That's right." There was no hint of joking in Bo Yanqing's face.
But whether this sentence is taken apart or put together, why does it sound so ridiculous?
Mo Ting Shenzhen laughed out loud, "Damage it or not? Is this what my brother used it for you to use?"
Bo Yanqing gave him a strange look, "Brother, if you don't use it, how can you use it to make love? Don't you think it's disgusting?"
"How did disgust get involved with me? I'm really——"
Mo Ting was so upset that he choked back all the curse words, "Go, go, go find your Jiaojiao, it's almost dawn and you're still here troubling me."
Bo Yanqing only took two puffs of his cigarette and pinched it. He didn’t care whether it was a waste or not. The main thing was that he had nothing to eat and he couldn’t smoke anymore.
“Really don’t want a small card?”
Mo Tingshen kicked him over.
Bo Yanqing easily dodged it.
Laughing so hard.
Mo Tingshen reminded: "Be careful when you push the door. Jiaojiao put a knife at the door."
(End of Chapter)