Runaway wife: Wolves are always pestering

He said: "Anyway, I'm holding you like this. You are the one who is uncomfortable, not me." God knows, he is more uncomfortable than her, okay?

Does that mean that if she took it out, he would still hold it like this?When are you going to hug me?Although her heart is healthy now, it can't afford it.

The pure masculine breath surrounded her, and her heart kept beating irregularly.

She couldn't help but weakly wanted to make a deal with him: "Why don't you let me go."

His face was close to hers, smelling her fresh breath, without any artificial taste, very fresh and natural, and very comfortable, he likes it. [

"Just don't let go!" He said domineeringly in her ear.

There was nothing she could do.

Because he hugged her a little tighter, she clearly felt the hard object humiliatingly tickling her, she moved her hand slightly, and put her hand into his pocket.

Left, right, nothing.

She asked suspiciously, "You don't have anything in your pocket."

A strong smile came from the top of his head: "Touch it again." Cheng Yelie wanted to burst into laughter, this little thing is really fun enough.

Qian'er was really obedient, she tried her best to dig it out, through the pants, she felt something thick like a stick, and squeezed it hard.

She was surprised to find that the stick would become thicker, and she asked, "Why do you carry a stick with you?"

Then I found that Cheng Yelie looked at her with strange eyes, as if he wanted to swallow her into his stomach.

Qian'er asked: "Where did you put it, why can't I find it?" She kneaded it by the way, but she couldn't get it out, so she pulled it out hard.

"Oh……"

Cheng Yelie was in pain and joy, and couldn't help but groaned.

Qian'er didn't understand why he suddenly shuddered, and said with concern: "You might as well let me go and let me take it out for you, okay? Your trouser pocket must be torn..."

Before she could finish her sentence, he quickly untied the chain of his trousers, and then he took her hand and reached in, letting that soft little hand hold his hard iron.

"Hold it!" He ordered domineeringly, his voice was hoarse and difficult to control.

Instinctively obedient, she grabbed what she thought was a stick, and then was ruthlessly dumbfounded.

This, this, this... this is not a stick at all, okay?

is his……

Oh my god. [

She didn't let go, because under her tight grip, it continued to grow dangerously, and she exclaimed: "It, it, it...how can it grow again?!"

She really forgot to be afraid, made a gesture with her hand, and then played a few more times.

OMG!

Cheng Yelie was almost sure that she was really playing with fire. Her actions almost made him explode. He grabbed her hand and took it out, not giving her a chance to continue playing curiously.

If she wasn't Mo Qian'er, Cheng Yelie would definitely have done her right here.

But she is Mo Qian'er.

He didn't understand why she was so special in his mind.

In particular, his temperament, which is not at all a gentleman, suddenly became a gentleman at this moment, even though he had already been teased by her in that Huo Brahma body, he could still warn her: "No, yes, let's play again!"

Then, Qian'er looked at him and smiled purely: "Then you let me go? I'll let you go?"

Well, Cheng Yelie finally admitted that this little thing is not as pure as it appears on the surface, and he is almost sure that she did it on purpose, even though he caught the shame in her eyes.