National Games: Start as Zhongli, teammate Hutao

"Mr. Zhong Xia. The

warmth and softness of the object were moistening, licking the fingertips, and the damp heat made Tartaglia tremble.

It wasn't until the faint smell of blood was exhausted that Zhong Xia relented and slowly blew on the injured fingertips of the Dada duck.

"Does it still hurt.

Tartaglia, whose cheeks were already occupied by a flush, shook her head affirmatively.

"No, it doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt at all. "

That's very good.

After Zhong Xia did all this, he didn't notice the slightest reaction from the evil eye.

This is a little strange, judging by all the previous behavior, the evil eye should not be so silent.

Could it be that he has completely suppressed it.

But his intuition told Zhong Xia that it couldn't be so simple, and the connection between Dada Duck and this Demon Modified Evil Eye was definitely not something that could be solved by simply throwing it aside.

(If you can solve the problem in such a simple and crude way, then it is too much to underestimate the magic transformation technology of this Winter Solstice Country.)

Perhaps, verbal communication is the key to the reaction of Dada's evil eye.

This time, it was because he didn't say anything or say anything specific that made the Evil Eye appear so silent.

But this is just a conjecture of one's own after all.

The only thing that is more optimistic at the moment is that this evil eye will not cause any perceptible negative impact on the physical safety of Dada Duck on the premise that it will not be used in battle.

(Of course, it's possible if you can't see it in a short time, and Zhong Xia needs to pay attention to it for a while.)

"Well, I'm going to play the movie. "

Hmm. Dada

duck's long eyelashes drooped slightly, and he picked up a popcorn from his bag a little dazedly.

The scene that had just happened was still playing back and forth in Dada Duck's mind like a movie.

The place that was licked by Mr. Zhong Xia seemed to have left a faint trace.

After Dada Duck put the popcorn in his mouth, he subconsciously licked it.

"In this way, is it considered an indirect kiss......

"Kissing

?" Dada Duck was stunned for a moment, and said in order to divert his attention: "Ha, Mr. Zhong Xia, did you say anything just now?"

However, Zhong Xia focused his attention on the words spoken by Dada Duck with interest.

"Indirect kissing.

Dada Duck hurriedly explained: "No, I mean indirect, indirectly feeling the feeling of corn, oil, and sugar bursting in the mouth......"

"What indirect kissing, non-existent."

"That's just as well.

Zhong Xia seemed to understand the reason for the Dada duck's improvised weaving.

"What's more, I'm right next to you. This

sentence seems to give Tartaglia a hint.

That's right, Mr. Zhong Xia is next to him, why do you want to kiss indirectly.

Calm down, now is not the time to be cranky.

However, Mr. Zhong Xia has said it so obviously, he must not back down and let Mr. Zhong Xia down.

"Mr. Zhong Xia.

Dada Duck turned around and kissed Zhong Xia's cold lips and pressed them on the sofa.

With the tongue "poof" "poof".

There was no resistance, and the excellent touch felt easily through the teeth, as if ice was slowly melting in the throat.

Tartaglia stared at Zhong Xia's handsome face as if fascinated, and couldn't help but reach out and pull away a few strands of hair stuck to his face.

Long.

After this long, intense kiss, Tartaglia gasped for air as if he had been through a battle.