Mo Zhifei hugged him very tightly, squeezing him in his arms like a little puppy. He couldn't help but take a few steps back, but Mo Zhifei still hugged him tightly. He wouldn't let go.
"Master?" Ruan Xin frowned and rubbed Mo Zhifei's hair. Mo Zhifei seemed unhappy to be touched by him, shook his head and said, "No touching."
"Are you allowed to hold me tight?" Ruan Xin felt that Mo Zhifei was being overbearing and unreasonable.
But a drunk person doesn't care what the reason is. Anyway, everything has to go according to his will, otherwise he will blow up his hair and show it to Luan Xin.
Ruan Xin saw that the hard one was not enough, so he had to use the soft one. He rarely softened his attitude, reached out and patted his back and said, "Master, stand still, can I take you back?"
"What did you call me?"
"Master?"
"Scream twice more."
Ruan Xin rolled her eyes at him, exhausted her patience, and let go of her hand to leave, but Mo Zhifei had obviously learned from past mistakes. Although Ruan Xin let go of his hand, he still held onto Ruan Xin tightly, making him unable to Leave him behind.
"Forget it, I'll spare you." Mo Zhifei said in a mature tone, put his arm around Ruan Xin's shoulders, lowered his head and sniffed his face.
Ruan Xin's face was expressionless: "...are you a dog?"
"You cursed again." Mo Zhifei pinched the back of his neck unhappily.
The back of Ruan Xin's neck was extremely sensitive, but when Mo Zhifei pinched it, it instantly tensed up. It was obvious that he had not touched any alcohol, but his ears gradually turned red.
Mo Zhifei seemed to have discovered this. Seeing that he had calmed down, he couldn't help but touch the back of Ruan Xin's neck. Ruan Xin stopped again, his face became even redder, and his cold eyes were even stained. After feeling the moisture, he raised his head and glared at Mo Zhifei and said, "Don't touch it blindly!"
However, the drunken Mo Zhifei seemed to have exposed all the badness in his heart. The more Ruan Xin refused, the more he wanted to tease him, even... He relied on knowing the sensitivity of Ruan Xin's neck, and gently rubbed Ruan Xin with his warm palms. On the collar of the back of Xin's neck, he saw that Ruan Xin was red-faced and motionless, and suddenly pushed him to the cold wall. Mo Zhifei lowered his head, sniffed Ruan Xin in front of him, and slowly approached Ruan Xin. Heart's face.
At the same time, his hand that was pressing on Ruan Xin's collar stretched out from his back collar, and his fingertips touched the back of Ruan Xin's neck. Mo Zhifei could clearly feel Ruan Xin's skin trembling slightly. Xin's body suddenly became very tight, but his dark eyes were blank, and there was even a hint of urgency, as if someone was really holding down his life gate.
But Mo Zhifei ignored the signal in his eyes. Instead, he lowered his face even more viciously, and his hot breath smelling of alcohol slowly brushed against his sensitive neck, and the soothing skin soon became pale. of red.
Mo Zhifei stared at the skin around his neck for a while, then moved his fingertips slightly and couldn't help but touch it twice.
Then, he heard a short, heart-wrenching gasp in his ears.
Mo Zhifei was probably quite evil in his heart. He seemed very excited to see Ruan Xin losing control. For him, it seemed like an unprecedented desire to conquer.
He gently stroked the back of Ruan Xin's neck, and he could clearly feel the trembling of Ruan Xin's skin, along with his own heart beating extremely fast. Mo Zhifei seemed to have never felt the inner pain in such a quiet night. It was surging and boiling, setting off a surging mood like a huge wave.
(End of chapter)