The Little Cutie is Taken Away by the Paranoid Male God

Luo Ci responded, and it took a while to realize that she was being held in his arms, her little face was pressed against his Guangguo's chest, a little hot, and all she could see was his fair and delicate collarbone, and she was instantly a little embarrassed. The little hand grabbed his bathrobe in confusion, and his voice stuttered, "A-Heng, let's go to sleep."

Little eyes don't dare to look around at all.

The Lord God took her performance into his eyes, responded lightly, glanced at the surrounding environment, and pursed his petal-like lips.

Of course he knew how the shards felt.

The pain of separation, the pain of losing memory for more than ten years.

He knows it all.

Even after Luo Chuan had hidden this fragmented memory, he was angry for the first time, and the surge of rage came so unexpectedly that he was at a loss, or it was not only anger, but also mixed with other things.

So he went to Luo Chuan.

In the end, he chose to let go.

Luo Ci was lying on the bed, nervous for no reason, and subconsciously patted the position beside her, "Lie down quickly."

As if inviting something.

The Lord God lay down meekly, stretched out his arms to embrace her, and wrapped the other hand around her waist.

Her waist is very thin, as if she could hold it with one hand, so she gently stretched out her hand to hold her waist.

He just held it lightly, did nothing else, looked down at her face quietly, lowered his head and placed a kiss on her lips.

"Go to sleep." The fingertips brushed her eyelashes lightly, as gentle as an angel kissed her eyes.

It probably worked, and Luo Ci soon fell asleep.

The Lord God sleeps very lightly, and she can perceive her small movements clearly. Even in the dark night, he can still see her appearance clearly.

She seemed insecure, her hands and feet were on him, wrapped tightly.

A lonely little cub who draws warmth and comfort from the only person she trusts in the world.

He was not impatient at all, but the bathrobe was loose a lot, and his whole body was considered bare, and it was close to her skin. Rao is because he has been ruthless and ruthless for millions of years. In front of his beloved, he is just a mortal mortal, and he will also be emotional.

He is not only God, he is her lover.

The Lord God closed his eyes slightly, breathed slowly and gently, and gradually fell asleep.

*

morning time.

Luo Ci was still in her sleep, and she felt in a daze that she was holding something hot. It was still smooth, but it was a little hard, and there was something a little prickly.

She thought in her mind that it was a hot stone. It was perfect except for one place where it pierced people. It would be nice if it could be removed.

The Lord God had absolutely no idea what dangerous things her little head was thinking about, the ice and snow eyes were dyed with a little lust, and the pale jade-white face was slightly flushed, and the whole body was hot, but some entangled little guy was still rubbing.

Suddenly there was a muffled groan on his lips, low and sexy.

His eyes darkened, he held her hand and said in a low voice, "Baby, what are you doing?"

His voice entered Luo Ci's dream, slowly awakening her consciousness.

She noticed what was still in her hand and pinched it subconsciously.

The Lord God bit his lip lightly, restraining himself from making an annoying sound, his face was abnormally thin red, and he was sweating finely.

He was nervous.

Those in his mind were all fragments and her memories, and he had never experienced it himself. He was at a loss and could only choose to restrain himself.

Luo Ci's mind was blank for a long time before she realized what she was about. She was lying on the shard almost all of her body. When she raised her head slightly, she could see his bare upper body, and hurriedly let go of her hand, trying to get off him.

The Lord God hounded her waist to prevent her from moving, and Bingxue's beautiful eyes were dyed with a deep desire and shone with a blurred water light.

Lingering, inseparable.

But this is tantamount to drinking poison to quench thirst.

The heat in his body was hooked like a hook, and he couldn't relieve it at all.

Luo Ci was as docile as a little ostrich.

The Lord God slowly let go of her, and the beautiful pupil looked quietly, with a condescending pressure, the cold and beautiful face was dyed with a thin red color of lust, something strangely attractive.

His voice was hoarse, "Help me."

She asked dazedly, "How, how can I help?"

He held her hand and touched the scalding heat, and leaned over to kiss her slender, rosy lips constantly, trying to block the uncontrollable gasps and muffled sounds.

The clear and icy eyes were gleaming with water, sparkling like a painful joy.

After a long time.

Luo Ci's little head was buried in his arms, as if she didn't dare to raise her head to meet anyone, her little hands were trembling.

The Lord God was silent for a while, gradually breathing slowly, picked up the bathrobe at will, and hugged her like a child, dropped a wet and hot kiss on the top of her hair, and took her to the bathroom to wash her carefully.

Luo Ci didn't dare to open her eyes at all, not only the tips of her ears, but her face flushed red.

She felt the nightdress being pulled by him, and a hoarse and **** voice came from behind her, "The clothes are dirty."

She responded dumbly, very at a loss, "...Oh."

The Lord God carried her back to the bed again, slowly taking off her clothes little by little, Luo Ci hurriedly held his hand, "I-I'll do it myself!"

He let go of his hand, brought the clothes for her, and turned his back to her. He also picked up a set of clothes at random and went to the bathroom to change.

After coming out, he found that the little guy was in the quilt, and the changed clothes were thrown aside. He bent down to pick it up and went to the bathroom to clean it silently.

After washing and drying, the little guy was still stuffed in the quilt.

The Lord God's cold and beautiful eyes fell on the arched hill, he slowly approached, leaned over and picked it up, his voice was soft, "Don't keep the quilt stuffed."

However, the little guy inside didn't move. He patiently lifted the quilt a little bit to comfort her, and finally saw the little guy who was still blushing, took her into his arms, and stroked her back with his long fingers.

He kissed her lips again, and the **** of her lips were touching, lingering on the lips.

"It's time to go downstairs for dinner."

Luo Ci replied in a small voice, and pushed him, "I'll do it myself."

She had never done anything with her hands to help the debris before.

It's another face-to-face.

Of course you will be overwhelmed.

*

At the dining table, Nan Mu clearly saw that the atmosphere between the two was not right.

Luo Ci was almost buried in her breakfast, and she could faintly see the tips of her ears red.

Looking at his son again, his expression was cold and indifferent, but his eyes always fell on Porcelain.

Occasionally, when my son asks a question, Cici responds in a low voice, and if you don't listen carefully, you won't be able to hear it.

The son, who has always talked less, talked more than his future daughter-in-law.

There is concern everywhere.

She still doesn't understand.

A meaningful smile appeared on his face.

The expressions of everyone at the table were different, and Luo Ci slipped back into the bed after breakfast.

The Lord God's eyes were clear and light, and he also sat on the bed, with one long leg slightly bent, his left hand resting lightly on the top of her hair, without saying a word.