Do You Want to Touch My Fish Tail?

In fact, Song Huai didn't really think that he would hear something like this from Lu Mian. He buckled his fingers and asked shamelessly: "Then why are you here to pick me up specially."

As soon as the words were spoken, both of them were silent.

When Song Huai and Lu Mian's sights touched, it was as if there was an electric collision, and the two involuntarily glanced at their faces.

There was an ambiguous silence here.

Only the secretary wiped the screen blankly, and continued to say something shockingly endless: "Admiral, tomorrow the temperature of Sestervenus will be 10 to 16 degrees Celsius during the day and three to six degrees Celsius at night, and the southerly wind will be 3 to 4. "

Song Huai cast a suspicious look.

The secretary said: "Oh, since the day the lady went to Sestervan, the admiral asked me to record the weather of Sestervan every day. You see, these are the screenshots that I send to the admiral every day."

Song Huai took the communicator from him, swiped it a few times, and showed eleven screenshots of the weather in the region of Sesterven.

Lu Mian coughed twice, and cast a cold look at the secretary, and motioned him to shut up with his eyes.

The secretary flinched like a quail, and then closed her mouth.

Song Huai's two small faces flushed, and a pair of apricot eyes looked at Lu Mian non-stop. But when Lu Mian looked over, he was embarrassed again.

Song Huai buried his blushing face in the little rabbit Lu Mian had prepared for him.

·

It was almost early morning when I returned from Sesterven and returned to the villa of Capital Star.

The secretary sent Song Huai's luggage to the room and left.

Obviously, he was very sleepy, but because of the sudden excitement, Song Huai tossed on the bed and couldn't fall asleep.

His little heart kept beating wildly.

Lu Mian gave him a little rabbit, secretly checked the weather, and found a reason to pick him up. Does Lu Mian like him?

It's what he meant!

Song Huai rolled around on the bed like chicken blood, kicking his feet from time to time, if it weren't for being afraid of noisy landing, he could have a high-pitched groundhog screaming now.

On the other side, the Lord Admiral who returned to the room waited patiently in the room.

Seeing that the clock was almost pointing to early morning, there was still no movement at the door of his room.

Song Huaigang came back from the training camp, so he should be asleep now.

Lu Mian endured it, but in the end he couldn't hold it back.

He walked out of the room door, just in time to hear a "boom" from Song Huai's room.

It was like the sound of something falling to the ground.

Lu Mian banged the door: "Song Huai?"

Hearing the movement outside the door, Song Huai, who had just accidentally rolled his head and fell off the bed because of too much excitement, climbed up from the ground.

When he saw the children appearing in front of him wearing the familiar rabbit pajamas, Lu Mian's momentum just shot the door suddenly weakened by half.

His gaze flicked across Song Huai's slightly wide collar, and a piece of white flesh was exposed at the collar of the collar. On top of the delicate and beautiful collarbone, there was a thin, snow-white neck.

Lu Mian's eyes kept wandering, and finally his eyes fell on Song Huai's bare feet.

Seeing the other party's bare feet, Lu Mian's eyebrows twisted unconsciously.

When Song Huai saw Lu Mian looking at his foot, his toes couldn't help but shrink. He stepped on the other foot with one foot, trying to hide his foot.

Why does Lu Mian look at him with that look? Does he like his feet so much?

Song Huaiweng said in a voice: "What's the matter?"

Lu Mian's thoughts were pulled back, he looked at the soft top of the other party's hair, his head was lightly scratched by feathers.

After a moment of silence, Lu Mian said: "If there is nothing to do, rest early."

Is it just that?

Song Huai felt a little lost in his heart.

Just as Lu Mian was about to leave, Song Huai's wrist was suddenly pulled.

Lu Mian turned his head and saw the child lowered his head. From this angle, he could see the scenery in the collar of the other party and Song Huai's small soft pink earlobes.

Song Huai carefully grasped Lu Mian's wrist, raised his face, and said seriously: "I suddenly remembered an important thing."

Song Huai's fingers were young and slender, and because their ten fingers did not touch the sun's spring water, they didn't have any cocoons on their pads, and they looked unusually soft.

He gently grasped Lu Mian's wrist, and his body temperature was transmitted through the pads of his fingers.

Lu Mian's apple throat rolled up and down almost inaudibly, and he looked down at Song Huai's movement of holding his hand, his eyes hidden by his long eyelashes were deep and heavy.

"What's the matter?" Lu Mian said, his voice was three-thirds dumber than before. When this voice came out, he himself was taken aback.

Song Huai heard his voice, flushing visibly on his cheeks.

He pursed his lips, and said in an almost coquettish tone: "You haven't kissed me yet. You owe it before. You have to kiss me twelve times."

It seemed that after a long time, Lu Mian said with difficulty: "Twelve... times...?"

Lu Mian raised his eyes suddenly, and Song Huai slammed into his dark and excessive pupils. At that moment, Song Huai actually felt danger.

But he didn't step back, he still raised his face and said confidently: "Yes, you owe me twelve goodnight kisses!"

Lu Mian looked at him with a deep gaze: "Are you...sure?"

Although Lu Mian was a bit fierce before, he had never seen him with such a look.

Song Huai suddenly squatted: "Dang, of course."

The strings in my mind broke apart suddenly.

Song Huai's waist was suddenly swept over, and the next second, the smell of camphor swept over the sky after the rain.

When Song Huai came back to his senses, he and Lu Mian's bodies were already close to each other.

Lu Mian clasped his waist with one hand, and pinched the back of his neck with the other. His slender fingers with some thin calluses gently rubbed the skin of Song Huaiguang’s naked neck, as if he was comforting the back of his neck. Prey in the hand.

The child had just taken a bath, and he carried the unique milky scent of milk shower gel, which was as mellow and attractive as him.

Lu Mian stared at Song Huai deeply, and when he met the opponent's innocent eyes, Lu Mian suddenly figured out something.

He obeyed his heart and lowered his head. The kiss fell slowly from the forehead, nose, and cheek.

Finally, there are slightly opened lips.

They were too close to each other, and they could even feel the gentle breath of the children.

Lu Mian's eyes darkened, and with his lips he grabbed two soft pieces of Song Huai's.

The first one is just a taste.

At the moment of separation, Song Huai's face completely blushed.

He covered his hot face and looked at Lu Mian silly.

An expression of "what are you doing?"

Lu Mian thought that the children were unwilling, and his mind sank.

Unexpectedly, Song Huai just squeezed twice, and then handed his face over with his eyes closed, poking inwardly in anticipation.

Song Huai waited for a while before kissing, and opened his eyes again.

Looking at each other, Lu Mian still looked at him with a straight face.

Song Huai pouted unhappily.

Lu Mian looked at him with such a silly and cute appearance, and he showed a rare smile that could be said to be happy.

It was the first time Song Huai saw Lu Mian smile like this, and his eyes were dazzled by the beauty for a while.

Until Lu Mian's kiss fell again.

This time the kiss paused for two seconds. When they parted, Song Huai was still like a kitten, sticking out his tongue and licking his lips intently.

The bottom of Lu Mian's eyes sank quickly, and when he hardly recalled Song Huai, he grabbed the back of the person's head and kissed it.

·

In the car the next day, Song Huai greeted the secretary cheerfully as usual.

"Allen, early!"

"Madame, early."

The secretary noticed from the rearview mirror in the car that after getting in the car, Song Huai and Lu Mian were sitting on two sides, and the distance between the two was greater than when the atmosphere was stiff. Song Huai didn't care, even Lu Mian almost leaned against the car door.

Song Huai looked at Lu Mian timidly. When Lu Mian glanced over, the former held his finger and said timidly: "Morning, good morning."

Lu Mian's complexion seemed ordinary, and his tone was flat "um".

But the secretary who had been with Lu Mian for many years still quickly smelled an unusual breath.

When Lu Mian glanced at his face to look out the window, the secretary blinked several times and confirmed through the car mirror that his immediate boss, who is known for his ruthlessness, was just shy?

The secretary turned his gaze to Song Huai, who was biting his lip and smirking secretly.

No one in the car spoke for a while, and Song Huai tugged at the corner of his clothes, thinking about last night.

Lu Mian kissed his lips eight times, and the time was longer than each time. Once in the middle, Song Huai dared to stretch out the tip of his tongue and gently licked the other's lips.

At that time, it shouldn't be Song Huai's illusion. He felt that the fingers that Lu Mian pressed against his neck had tightened.

Finally.

Song Huai smiled from ear to ear, but he still tried to suppress his smug emotions. He kept the kiss when he held Lu Mian's waist and refused to let go.

He raised his head, opened a pair of innocent apricot eyes, and asked him ignorantly: "You, you kiss me like this, what is the relationship between us?"

When Lu Mian's Adam’s apple was moving slightly and he was about to speak, Song Huai stretched out his hand to cover his mouth.

The palms pressed tightly to each other's lips.

Lu Mian's lips were different from the cold personality he showed to the outside world, soft and warm.

Song Huai had just experienced this touch personally.

Song Huai wondered for a while.

Then it occurred to him that an old man like Lu Mian could not say anything interesting, so it was better to let him take the initiative.

Song Huai pursed his lips, holding back a sweet smile, and asked innocently: "Are you my boyfriend?"

The three words boyfriend are like a hot oil pan with water suddenly exploded.

Lu Mian was stunned.

And Song Huai himself was buried in Lu Mian's arms with shame because of these words. He was like a clingy puppy, rubbing Lu Mian's chest with his head.

Song Huai felt that if this continued, he might be burned to death by the heat on his face.

Shame and expectation burst out.

After about a few seconds, Song Huai heard a voice above his head: "Yeah."

Song Huaiguang recalled the scene last night, his heart still speeding up uncontrollably.

Lu Mian is not only his fiance.

Now it is his boyfriend.

Thought of this.

Song Huai took a peek at Lu Mian, who was reading the newspaper seriously. Then, Song Huai's **** moved in the direction of Lu Mian like a snail climbing a tree. The general who was reading the newspaper paid attention. By Song Huai's movements, his back froze.

Song Huai moved slowly to Lu Mian's side, a few inches short, and the two of them's legs were about to come together.

Song Huai glanced around pretending to be nonchalant, and then quietly stretched out his right hand and put it on the seat.

Lu Mian is his boyfriend. Does he understand it?

After waiting for a few seconds, Lu Mian didn't move.

Song Huai couldn't help it anymore.

He turned his face to look at Lu Mun angrily.

The latter collected his small movements one by one, and when he saw Song Huai's pouting little mouth, he didn't know what he thought of.

Lu Mian's eyes darkened.

Suddenly, Lu Mian said, "Concentrate on driving."

Mr. Secretary, who was found to be distracted and peeping while driving, was shocked, and immediately did not dare to peek again.

In the next second, Song Huai felt that his hand was being held.

And the man holding his hand, with his long legs folded, was looking at the newspaper placed on his long legs seriously.

Lu Mian's cold and solemn appearance was too deceptive. If he had seen Lu Mian's slightly frowning and reading the newspaper before, Song Huai would have thought he would have been unwilling to lead himself.

If the other party didn't kiss him like that last night, if the other party didn't admit that it was his boyfriend last night, if the newspaper on Lu Myanmar's lap hadn't been reversed.

Song Huai licked the little tiger's teeth in his mouth, and thought to himself: Why hadn't he noticed before, Lu Mian was so cute.

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