Obviously, Song Xi wouldn't believe it.
After spending so much time together, she understood very well how arrogant this man was.
Song Xi was pressed under him, still holding the black suspender skirt in her hand. She held back her smile, looked at Mo Sen who deliberately ignored her, and touched the skirt in her hand.
"Well, since you're not jealous, I'll wear this when I go out. This is a new skirt. If I don't wear it out to show it to others, am I going to leave it at home and wait for it to get moldy?"
She did it on purpose, definitely to provoke Mossen.
"No!" He turned his head suddenly, and when he realized what he had said, he frowned in annoyance.
"Not allowed?" Song Xi asked as if he knew the answer. "Not allowed what? I don't understand."
How could Mossen not know that this girl did it on purpose? The enchanting face was rarely flushed with a little blush, making her look particularly cute.
Song Xi couldn't help but raise her hand to touch his face and teased, "Honey, why are you blushing?"
"Why am I blushing? Don't you know?" Mossen narrowed his silver eyes, suddenly lowered his head, and gently bit her lips.
As if it was a punishment, the big hand held her slender waist and pinched her waist.
The force is neither light nor heavy, but it gives people an itchy feeling.
Song Xi felt an uncomfortable tingling sensation on her waist. She had always been ticklish and could not stand Mossen's deliberate teasing.
He immediately twisted his waist in protest and made some mumbling sounds, but his mouth was blocked by a merman, so he could only make some hesitant sounds for a long time.
"Don't move!"
Mossen rubbed her lips for a while, looked up, and suddenly spoke seriously.
There was a hint of intriguing light in those beautiful silver eyes.
Anyway, Song Xi couldn't understand it.
The only thing she could feel was that Mossen's breathing seemed to become heavier and his body temperature seemed to be rising.
Hot, she only felt hot, but it was not her own heat, but the heat was infected by a mermaid.
Mossen let go of her waist and instead pinched her waist with his arms, holding it tightly.
It almost became difficult for Song Xi to breathe.
Mossen buried his head in her neck, breathing a little rapidly.
Waves of hot air sprayed on the crook of her neck, and she shrank her neck in itch.
"Mosen... I'm itchy..."
Her voice unexpectedly became soft without her noticing, which was very different from her usual self.
"Don't move, don't talk, I just want to hug you."
His voice was very low, which made Song Xi feel uneasy for some reason.
She is not an ignorant girl. Most people who write online articles are experienced. Although she is not an experienced person, she knows a thing or two about what she should and should not know.
Isn't the current situation exactly the same as the routine of the domineering president falling in love with me
So according to the routine, Mossen...
Omg, realizing what he was thinking, Song Xi immediately stopped his imagination and a suspicious pink blush quietly crept up on his face.
After a while, Song Xi felt that she couldn't delay any longer. Besides, Mo Sen was really heavy. If he continued to press her like this, she would soon be unable to bear it.
"Well," she raised her hand and pushed Mossen's shoulder, "I'm going to be late."
But Mawson remained unmoved.
After a moment, his extremely low and magnetic voice rang out: "You are right, I am jealous."
Song Xi was stunned for a moment.
"I don't want you to go out and see other men."
Before she could come to her senses, Mossen's voice rang out again.
Song Xi listened and actually heard a hint of grievance in it.