Quick wear: The male god sticks in my arms every night

Chapter 15 The Paranoid Boy's Sweet Bun 15
After speaking, he even glanced at Song Xingye.

She felt that she was already fierce enough.

Song Xingye felt a little weird when she gave her such a glance, and his heart seemed to be burned by something. He turned his head away and kept a calm face.

"You come in."

After speaking, Song Xingye turned his body sideways.

Seeing that he actually agreed, Tang Sui loosened his tightly clenched fists.

With a small, pink mouth, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Huhu.

Tang Sui went into his room, looked left and right, and lay down on his bed. He lifted up the short sleeves of his pajamas, revealing his white and soft belly, and patted his belly with his little white hands. shoot.

Song Xingye had just closed the door, and when he turned his head, this was what he saw.

"..."

He walked up to Tang Sui without changing his face, pulled a chair and sat down beside the bed.

He tore off Tang Sui's pajamas calmly, "You can also knead like this."

"no!"

Tang Sui shook his head.

With a push of his little hand, he quickly pulled up his shirt again.

"Clap--"

I also patted my belly twice.

"You just knead like this."

Tang Sui felt that Samsara Mirror liked to pick words very much, if rubbing his stomach through his clothes was useless, then this task would not be considered complete.

Naturally it is impossible.

"Miss, what do you want to do?"

Song Xingye frowned, and there was a sharp light in his long and narrow eyes.

With scrutinizing eyes, he stared at Tang Sui closely.

"I just want you to help me rub... my stomach!"

Touching his sinister gaze, Tang Sui trembled inside, and the tone of his speech gradually became trembling.

With a swipe, Tang Sui quickly closed his eyes.

The soft little hand grabbed Song Xingye's big hand and placed it on his stomach.

"Knead quickly..."

It seems that it is a bit fierce and fragile.

Song Xingye's palms had slight calluses on their fingertips from practicing martial arts since childhood, and they rubbed against her belly.

After a while, Song Xingye looked at her fair and tender skin, and was rubbed red by himself.

But Tang Sui didn't seem to feel anything, she kept her eyes closed, but her slender eyelashes were trembling slightly.

The tender skin under the palm felt slippery for a while, and subconsciously, Song Xingye didn't dare to use force, thinking that she was like a little doll, and he would break it if he was not careful.

Tang Sui closed his eyes tightly, bouncing like a belly in his arms.

She could feel that Song Xingye's sharp gaze was always fixed on her.

Woo woo woo.

Song Xingye's gaze was truly terrifying.

Why hasn't the mission been completed yet? !

Song Xingye could even hear her gentle breathing, and his fingers gradually stopped.

Actually... fell asleep.

Song Xingye frowned, folded his arms around his chest, and looked Tang Sui up and down with scrutiny.

Just reached out his hand, wanting to call Tang Sui up.

Tang Sui, who was lying down, suddenly opened her eyes. She was a little nervous, so she covered them with her hands.

There was a sound of "pa--".

Tang Sui's hand patted Song Xingye's back.

"Well--"

Tang Sui's wet almond eyes gave Song Xingye a timid look.

He held up his little red hand again, and his voice stuttered a bit.

"It hurts, I didn't, on purpose."

Song Xingye stared at her expressionlessly, with a hint of hostility between his brows and eyes.

Tang Sui lowered his hands, supported the bed with both hands, and rubbed back cautiously.

Ugh, he doesn't want to hit someone, does he?

(End of this chapter)