As soon as Lin Xiaomi came out of the kitchen, she saw Leng Yihuang squatting on the ground bullying little Laipi, wrapping him in a towel, and threatening it, she could hear him hissing.
Lin Xiaomi immediately became angry: "What are you doing!"
She yelled, rushed over with the pillow in her hand, and hit Leng Yihuang fiercely, "I'll let you bully the little rascal, and I'll let you bully me!"
Leng Yihuang was still gloating at his misfortune at first, but she hit the pillow very hard, every time she hit his wound, the strength was unambiguous at all.
Leng Yihuang became angry immediately, stood up abruptly, grabbed her hand, and pulled her forward: "Why are you crazy!"
Lin Xiaomi was caught off guard by his strong pull, and immediately fell into his arms, her chest hitting his strong muscles heavily.
She bared her teeth in pain and shouted: "You are crazy, shameless, thanks to your big stature, you bully the disadvantaged."
Leng Yihuang is tall, and she only reached his shoulders when she stood on tiptoe without shoes. Such a size gap made her look very imposing. She could only look up and stare at him, trying to make her voice appear imposing. Some.
Leng Yihuang was still immersed in the thrill of chest pounding just now.
Those two soft lumps hit my chest...
His original anger was instantly replaced by another fire in his body, and his gaze involuntarily fell on her puffy chest: "Who did I bully?"
Lin Xiaomi was only thinking about how to improve his momentum, but he didn't notice anything wrong with where his gaze was at this time.
Raising her neck, pinching her waist and raising her chest, after a series of movements, the two lumps on her chest were brought closer to him.
"You still don't admit it, I saw it with my own eyes, you bullied the little rascal!"
Leng Yihuang was not angry, and smiled faintly: "Would you believe me if I said that I didn't do anything?"
"I don't believe it!" Lin Xiaomi said firmly.
Leng Yihuang smiled helplessly, his big hand was still on her slender wrist, her soft and smooth skin was under the fingertips.
"If you don't believe me, you can take a look for yourself. Its stupid claws caught the towel and wound itself like this."
Lin Xiaomi sized him up suspiciously, then looked down at the shivering little Laipi, and said after a while: "Okay, I trust you for the time being, but I warn you not to let me see you bullying Xiao Laipi, or I will You're welcome."
She stared and frightened him.
He asked, "What else?"
"What else?" She was puzzled.
Leng Yihuang suddenly stepped forward and looked down at her: "Since I didn't bully it, you beat me up just now, shouldn't you apologize to me?"
He leaned too close, and too suddenly, his thin eagle lips were about to kiss the tip of her pen, and as he spoke, the heat from his breath floated on the fluff on her face.
Itchy.
His nostrils are also full of the unique taste of male hormones in his body.
Lin Xiaomi's face blushed inexplicably, and subconsciously dodged back, but his wrist was still held in his hand, and she couldn't break free no matter what.
"Let go!" Her heart beat inexplicably faster, and the place where his wrist was held was burning.
Leng Yihuang looked at her anxiously, and her earballs were also dyed a faint pink.
Suddenly, it was fun to tease her like this.
So instead of letting her go, he took another step forward, and the firm texture of his chest hit her soft chest again, and asked in a stern way, "What if I don't let go?"