"Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooow —”
Feng Mengmeng wiped the cat piss that fell from him patteringly, and put his snot on Long Yutian's neckline by the way, with red eyes, looking at him pitifully.
"I don't ask, you pay me—pay me—"
Long Yutian looked at her little eyes full of accusations and grievances, like a doormat, feeling distressed and funny.
As if coaxing his daughter, he stretched out his hand to hold Feng Mengmeng in his arms, lowered his head and poked her small mouth.
"Okay, I'll pay, I'll pay, my young master is yours now, and you still care about the thirty thousand yuan, Feng Mengmeng, you are really a bear!"
What do you mean? Misty puzzled eyes.
"I picked up sesame seeds and threw watermelon—" Long Yutian was extremely helpless!
"No matter how small a mosquito is, it's meat!" Feng Mengmeng sniffed, "I want sesame seeds and watermelon—"
Look, I met a Chinese teacher on a blind date. Our Chinese level has indeed improved, and our speech still rhymes!
"Oh—" Long Yutian drew a long voice with deep meaning, looking at Feng Mengmeng's eyes with a little enchantment: "So Mengmeng wants meat? Do you want watermelon?"
As he said that, he stretched out his hand, wrapped around her slender and soft waist, took her whole body away from his lap, and successfully dropped her body, pressing her down on the sofa.
Support the sides of the sofa with both hands, for fear of crushing the petite woman under him.
Because Feng Mengmeng had just shed two drops of cat urine, his eyes were as clear and pure as if they had been washed with water.
The curled eyelashes flickered twice ignorantly, with a touch of infatuation and innocence that made people obsessed.
Especially when she was biting her lips slightly, her blushing little face was more like a freshly ripened peach, with a delicate and charming appearance, tempting him to pick it.
Afraid of frightening her, Long Yutian first tentatively kissed her forehead, then her eyes, the tip of her nose, and her lips—
It seemed to be a matter of course, following her beautiful and fair collarbone, going down the trend. ,
The fiery lips were attached to her delicate collarbone, sucking greedily—
Feng Mengmeng has never had any experience between men and women, and even novels, she always looks for Qingshui's campus novels to read.
For this kind of thing, she has no experience at all.
Originally, it was just because Long Yutian just wanted to kiss herself, but who knows, when she felt his fiery big palm had already involuntarily held her own plumpness, and tried to unbutton her shirt, and drove straight in.
She tensed her nerves and broke with a bang.
Feng Mengmeng raised one hand, held down Long Yutian's big palm that kept slapping on him, and turned his head sideways.
"Long Yutian—don't be like this—I, I'm not ready—after all, we've only just started dating—"
She is not a casual woman, her innocence must be left to her husband to be considered perfect.
Long Yutian raised his head, the luster at the bottom of his eyes became more and more deep and introverted, and there was a charming breath that slowly flowed out from between his lips and teeth.
"Just started dating?" He stared into her eyes and sighed every word: "But in my heart, I have been dating you for a long time—"