Kiss Goodnight, Mr.Ji

The palm of his right hand was burning, the jaw he was hitting was hot, and the chest he pressed was hot. This heat after another was accompanied by a strange and strong breath, which made Qinger not only Her heartbeat accelerated, and she was breathless!

Is this a stove? ? Why is it so hot everywhere!

Qing'er was stiff, and he could only hide aside quietly, avoiding intimate contact with him as much as possible, but before she succeeded, the teenager groaned, and the tall body continued to press down, pushing her against Is tighter.

Qinger didn't dare to move anymore, and when he saw his eyes closed, his eyebrows were deep, and the pain did not appear to alleviate. She had to say: "Is the pain very bad? I have a first-aid kit here. If you can't do it, I will carry you. Go to the hospital..."

"Sister Qing'er don't worry, I'm okay." His voice was a little dull, "just wait for the pain to pass."

Qing'er also has experience with this. She had to maintain a posture pressed by him, waiting for him to come down.

It's just that this posture is really embarrassing, she had no choice but to smile: "Sorry, I didn't expect you to be behind me."

"It's not Sister Qing'er's fault, blame I just didn't say anything."

Probably because the jaw is inconvenient and inconvenient to talk, so his voice is a bit vague and dull.

"It's okay, let's be careful next time. Now you know how hard my head is." Otherwise, this product won't hurt now.

A Yao's lips were hooked, and he yelled softly.

Qinger moved.

The two are too close together, so Qing'er can't help but notice that this kid's eyelashes are also so beautiful... maybe they are longer than her eyelashes.

And he is really white, and his skin is really tender... Strangely, Uncle Jiang and Aunt Jingtong are not that kind of particularly exquisite looks, how come such a demon is born, and Xiao Mu is not as exquisite as he...

Qinger was thinking wildly, and the teenager in front of him suddenly opened his eyes.

Qing'er coldly met his dark eyes, suddenly stunned, almost thought he was wrong, how can this kid have such a deep and focused pupil that is completely incompatible with his age, let her instantly There was an illusion that he was being stared at by the hunter. Fortunately, he laughed soon, and the shallow ripples in his eyes resolved the deepness that made her heart palpitate, and the clever and simple boy returned.

Qinger woke up like a dream, and withdrew her hand violently, touching his dumb expression, before she realized she seemed a little overreacted.

She quickly squeezed out a smile: "Does it still hurt?"

A Yao caressed her chin and nodded cleverly: "Okay." He said that his body also withdrew and stood straight, pulling the distance between the two, looking at her with concern, "Sister Qing'er, How about you?"

"Me? Oh, it's alright." Qing'er touched the place where his head just hit and kicked the dishwasher with his feet. "I'm really not going to use this thing, would you?"

A Yao nodded.

"It's great, then leave it to you." She gave him a dishonest job of dishwashing and smiled, "I'm going out first."

After she finished speaking, she went out quickly.

When she left the kitchen, she took a sigh of relief.

I was so fucked... She couldn't help but pat on her head.