Sweet pursuit: Kiss goodnight, little sweetheart

This time.

Yu Qiqi asked this question without taboo.

"Brother Han, have you ever touched the chest of the opposite sex?"

Every time Yu Qiqi asked Xi Muhan for help, he would call him "brother Han.".

Little girl's sweet and soft voice always has the magic of making people feel numb.

Just in listening to the little girl's question, Xi Mu Han Jun's face turned black and his breath became heavy. His chilly eyes locked Yu Qi Qi tightly, and he asked in a calm voice, "Qi Qi, how do you suddenly ask this question?"

Feeling the chilly wind on Xi Muhan's body, Yu Qiqi shrunk his neck and grinned, "that, I'm curious."

The reason why Yu Qiqi asked Xi Muhan about "opposite sex" rather than "me" is actually to test whether Xi Muhan had ever had such intimate behavior with other girls before falling in love with her.

Yu Qiqi's careful thinking was clearly written on his face. How could Xi Muhan not see it.

Thin corners of the lips raised a sneer, Xi Muhan's voice was a little stiff, "touched."

Although there are only two words, Yu Qiqi can hear the taste of gnashing his teeth.

She stood up to Xi Muhan's cold air, blinked her curious eyes and continued to ask, "what's the feeling of touching the opposite sex's chest for the first time?"

Xi Muhan pursed his lips, "no feeling."

Yu Qiqi frowned, "how can you not feel it?"

Just before turning off her cell phone, she looked at the comments.

A lot of people say that when they touch the chest of a woman ticket for the first time, there will be the kind of animal blood boiling. They want to take off her clothes and make her do it.

How to get to Xi Muhan's place without feeling?

Even if her small bag was very small, she shouldn't feel it?

Is her little cage bag so unattractive?

Yu Qiqi couldn't help feeling a little depressed.

In the next second when she lowered her head, only Xi Muhan's deep voice continued to ring.

"How do you think I feel when I touch a Persian cat's chest, eh?"

Yu Qiqi

She seemed to remember that the Persian cat raised by mother he was indeed a mother.

Yu Qiqi's mouth twitched twice. At the thought that Xi Muhan had touched the Persian cat's chest, the whole person was not good.

"Brother Han, you..." Yu Qiqi bit his lip and looked at Xi Muhan sadly. "How can you touch his chest?"

What a pervert!

Xi Muhan's handsome face was too dark to speak.

That should be his black history.

He doesn't like pets. To be exact, he doesn't like hairy pets. Their hair makes Xi Muhan unbearable.

When he man just took the Persian cat home, he often stuck it in Xi Muhan's bedroom without fear of death. Xi Muhan would throw the cat out without mercy every time.

Once, when he lost it, he accidentally pressed its Mimi. It was that time that Xi Muhan knew that the Persian cat he brought home was actually a mother.

As for the feeling... Probably besides nausea or nausea.

However, he will not tell Yu Qiqi.

Because of that, Xi Muhan directly packed up his things and went to live in school.

If it wasn't for Yu Qiqi, Xi Muhan would never have mentioned it.

Yu Qiqi would never have thought that her ingenious way of asking actually outlined Xi Muhan's black history.

When Xi Muhan's cold air dissipated, Yu Qiqi was not afraid to stick on.

"Brother Han, how did you feel when you touched my chest for the first time?"