"You..." Ye Qiqi remembered what he did to her in the prime minister's house that day, and her little face suddenly turned red with embarrassment. She reached out and pushed Mo Hanqing's chest hard, and said in a weak voice: "Don't... let me go."
"Nothing else?" Mo Hanqing looked at her condescendingly, with a slight curve at the corner of his lips.
"Don't be like this..." Ye Qiqi's voice was as low as a mosquito's hum.
"What else?" Mo Hanqing said to Ye Qiqi knowingly: "I haven't done anything yet."
"You..." Ye Qiqi bit her lip gently with her teeth. How could she have the nerve to say that kind of thing.
"What's wrong with me?" Mo Hanqing smiled slightly and asked Ye Qiqi with a hint of confusion in his voice.
"..." Ye Qiqi blushed, turned her head away, didn't look at him, and stopped talking.
Mo Hanqing chuckled, lowered his head, kissed her delicate neck with his lips, and rubbed it inch by inch.
When both of them began to breathe rapidly, the sweat on Mo Hanqing's forehead finally fell down drop by drop.
Ye Qiqi's eyes were full of confusion, and her chest was heaving violently due to her rapid breathing.
Mo Hanqing forced herself to calm down for a while, then lowered her head to Ye Qiqi's voice and shouted hoarsely: "Ye Qiqi."
"Huh?" Ye Qiqi's voice sounded lazy and trembling, and such a strong love bath almost swallowed her whole body.
"After your antidote is completed, we..." Mo Hanqing's voice paused, breathing rapidly, but did not say the next words.
Her body was so soft and fragrant. Every time she came close, he could not help himself. However, he had not yet given her the rightful place she deserved. Before that, he had to force himself to hold back no matter what.
"What are we??" Ye Qiqi looked at Mo Hanqing with a pair of misty eyes and a red face, and asked in a delicate voice.
"It's nothing..." Mo Hanqing pursed her lips, raised her arms slightly, straightened up, then reached out and pinched her cheek gently and said, "It's getting late, you should go to bed early."
"Ah?" Ye Qiqi turned around, looked at someone who had turned over and got out of bed, and asked in a weak voice: "What are you going to do?"
"Why not." Mo Hanqing was silent for two seconds, and then said to Ye Qiqi: "It's a bit stuffy in the house. I'll go out and get some fresh air."
"Oh..." Ye Qiqi's little hand pulled the corner of the quilt, looking at Mo Hanqing's back with watery eyes, and responded in a low voice.
…
Mo Hanqing looked back at her nestling in the cup, and felt the impulse in her heart getting stronger. He quickly reached out and opened the door and walked out without looking back.
Ye Qiqi watched his figure disappear behind the door, blinked her eyes, and finally felt that the waves of feeling in her body had subsided a little.
But…
Ye Qiqi blushed. She could almost feel the smooth feeling of her naked skin rubbing against the silk quilt under the quilt. She thought of his warm and slender palm touching her body just now. , her face immediately became hot.
However, she huddled under the quilt and waited for a long time, but did not wait for Mo Hanqing, who had gone out for some fresh air, to come back. It was already late at night, and crickets were chirping one after another outside the house.