The husband who agreed to marry suddenly became a clingy

Chapter 57 What should I do if I suddenly want to eat dog meat?

"Ow!"

Crescent Milk's crisp cry sounded outside the door, and then there was the sound of claws scratching the door, "Aoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!"

The two people on the bed froze, the charming atmosphere was completely destroyed, and they started to look awkward when they looked at each other again.

Chen Xing got up, rolled over and got out of bed.

Xu Qinggui's hand landed on the position where Chen Xingsa was lying, still half closed, his eyes were dark, and his back molars were about to be bitten off.

What should I do if I suddenly want to eat dog meat?

He turned over and got out of bed to see the dog that disturbed his happiness, why didn't he sleep here in the middle of the night and open the door.

As soon as it got off, Chen Xingsa came in holding its small body. The dog's face was covered with white milk, like a white watercolor painting, and the hair was covered with half-dried milk stains.

Looking at the situation, it looks like he fell headlong into the milk basin, and directly washed his face for beauty.

It whimpered and licked Chen Xingsa's fingers. Its front legs curled up and its ears drooped, as if it knew that it had done something wrong.

"Did it knock over the milk pot?"

"Guess so."

This little thing is really annoying.

"I gonna go see."

When Xu Qinggui went out, Chen Xingsa went to the bathroom to wash her face. As soon as she held water to brush her face, she shook her head and hid aside in resistance, splashing her chest with water.

She was speechless for a while, put it on the sink, and pressed its small neck: "Yueya, be honest."

Xu Qinggui ran over, saw this scene, was stunned for a moment, pulled her wrist aside: "I'll come, you go and change clothes."

Xu Qinggui grabbed its little head without tenderness at all, wrapped its face with a big hand and washed it clean after a few strokes.

Chen Xingsa took out a clean towel and handed it over, "Wipe."

Xu Qinggui took it, put a sticker on its face, then pulled out the hair dryer and started whistling on its face.

Crescent Moon: Woohoo... What a strong wind!
Its vision was blurred and it kept whining.

Xu Qinggui seemed to have finally realized his conscience. He lowered the wind force and blew over its head. Crescent Moon felt much more comfortable, and slowly extinguished the sound.

Chen Xingsa leaned over to wash her collarbone, the water rolled down, the moment Xu Qinggui looked sideways, she saw shiny transparent water drops rolling into the gully of her dress.

His throat was a little dry, he hurriedly avoided his sight, and after blowing it dry, he hugged Crescent Moon and went out.

Put it on the sofa downstairs, glance around to make sure there will be no more accidents before going upstairs.

I don't know how it struggled to climb the stairs with its short legs.

After Xu Qinggui went back, Chen Xingsa had already changed into pajamas, which were much more conservative than the last one, so he half-blinked his eyes.

Chen Xingsa lay down, saw that he was still standing, and asked suspiciously, "Aren't you going to sleep?"

"sleep."

He climbed onto the bed, and the two of them occupied half of each other. During the period, he looked sideways at her, thinking of his dear who died in the cradle, and sighed in frustration.

Chen Xing's turbulent mind retreated a little bit, his consciousness was lost, and he gradually fell into a deep sleep.

...

It was midnight again, and the moment Chen Xingsa was awakened by the pressure, to be honest, he was very broken.

For three consecutive nights, she didn't sleep well until dawn.

The person on her body was still trying to step over her to get out of bed, but she was accompanied by her legs, and she was about to suffocate.

Chen Xingsa raised his hand and pushed away the person above, sat up and looked at him, he was lying on his back with his eyes tightly closed, his brows frowning unsteadily, and after a few seconds, he sat up straight again.

It's like the person in the coffin suddenly cheated on the corpse, but this corpse is a bit nice.

"..."

Chen Xingsa's drowsy drowsiness suddenly subsided for the most part.

Xu Qinggui turned over in her direction, supported her with both hands, and landed on her body. His fiery breath sprayed on the side of her face, and her expression became distorted.

Cursing muffledly from below: "...Damn, I'll be smothered to death by you sooner or later!"

Chen Xingsa pushed him away with all his strength, and warned, "Sit still, don't move!"

His eyebrows are still not relaxed.

She glanced away, picked up the water glass on the table next to him, put it in his hand, and held it to his mouth: "Drink."

She carefully let go of his hand, but did not dare to let go, watching without blinking her eyes, and then he picked it up and put it against his lips to drink.

Gudong.

goo-dong...

Xu Qinggui tilted his head slightly, his Adam's apple slipped repeatedly, water flowed down the corners of his lips, fell into his neck, and fell into the protruding collarbone ravine.

After drinking enough, he wanted to put it down, but Chen Xingsa took it over and watched him lie down, his frowning brows naturally smoothed out, looking very peaceful.

It turned out that the switch for his sleepwalking was really thirsty.

Chen Xingsa lay down, turned over and stared at him for a while.

Moist drops hung on the corners of his lips, crystal clear, trembling with the breath, it seemed to slide to his cheeks immediately.

The obsessive-compulsive disorder made it impossible for her to turn a blind eye. She took out a piece of paper and dabbed it on the corner of his lips, then went down and wiped away the water marks on his neck bit by bit.

The moment she raised her eyes, she forgot to look back for a moment.

She scrutinized his facial features, they were indeed perfect and impeccable, the eyelashes were like brushes, the bridge of the nose was straight, the lips were slightly closed, the upper lip was M-shaped, moist and shiny, it looked very, very... sexy.

The memory before going to bed unconsciously rolled up again, Chen Xingsa swallowed his saliva, the evil thoughts grew crazily under the smudge of the night.

She approached him slowly, but stopped for a fraction of a second.

Is she taking advantage of others...

Is she that horny already?
She wanted to take advantage of him when he was asleep, but she couldn't explain it when she was awake.

Could it be that she couldn't help but want to do this to him, but she only had affection but no emotion?

During this hesitation, she stared closely at the person below, with a peaceful sleeping face and shallow breathing.

grass…

Forget it.

Resist the temptation.

She was leaning on the bed with her elbows and was about to retreat when an arm suddenly stretched out from her waist and pushed her down violently, her eyes widened instantly.

He met his lips impartially, and his breath was stagnant.

Before she could react in the future, she was the first to turn over/pressed under shen/by him.

Unlike just now, the strength was on the body, causing her to be breathless. Now he controls the strength, as if all the strength is focused on certain places.

Roll/tang palms, scorching/hot breath.

He opened those glazed shallow pupils, which were like a deep sea, being sucked into a bottomless vortex, and looked at her with unknown emotion.

Her heartbeat was unimaginably fast, stronger than the feeling of weightlessness on a roller coaster, and the rapid and rapid beating made her flustered and dodged in his eyes.

As soon as she was about to open her lips, the person above pressed her hand, lowered her head and yaked up, occupying all her breath.

Her voice has always been cold, with a lazy hook, but her muffled whimpers swept against the tip of his heart like a feather.

His breathing was messed up, and he raised his hand to cover her long and narrow beautiful eyes, and murmured in a hoarse/hoarse voice: "Sasha..."

Chen Xingsa's eyelashes trembled slightly, and they swept across his palm.

The knuckle of his other finger was narrow in her palm, and he dunked it in little by little.

(End of this chapter)