High cold male god, sweet and warm

Chapter 2163 Stimulate Stimulate Stimulate Again
Just now I felt that there was no problem between them.

But now Lin Zhaoxia wants to have a good chat with a certain young master.

After he sat down, closed the car door and fastened his seat belt, and went to get the keys, Lin Zhaoxia finally said, "Let's talk?"

Yang Moyan pressed the car key, looked ahead, and said calmly, "Buckle your seat belt."

"No buckle," Lin Zhaoxia said in a very loose, even lazy sitting posture, with her slender legs slightly bent, and she was leaning against the soft chair, "Turn your head around."

Yang Moyan didn't move, his gaze flickered.

Lin Zhaoxia smiled lazily, "What are you doing? This is the beginning? I'm not afraid of you."

Yang Moyan put his hands on the steering wheel and didn't move.

Lin Zhaoxia looked at him, her concentration was pretty good, but when you meet her, you don't want to have any concentration.

Thinking of this, Lin Zhaoxia's sitting posture became even more lazy, and even put her hands behind her head as a pillow, and her melodious tone was unhurried, but it continued to stimulate a certain young master: "Don't talk!" Playing the Cold War? That's fine. Then neither of us should move today. I won't buckle up my seat belt, and you don't even want to drive. Just drive me and make trouble. Let me see, who of us can beat the other."

Lin Zhaoxia squinted her eyes and raised her lips casually, "Look at me. I'll give you a step. If you look at me, I'll buckle up my seat belt. Otherwise, we'll be so wasted. Anyway, I have plenty of time now. Very well, when I feel sleepy for a while, there is just a place to squat for a while, which is not a bad thing for me."

Lin Zhaoxia looked at Yang Moyan's unmoved look, his sharp and handsome side face, and the sense of restraint and desire in his body not only did not fade with time, but it became more deeply rooted in the bone marrow.

But Lin Zhaoxia knows how affectionate it is to break that layer of abstinence when human feelings are in motion.

"Brother?" Lin Zhaoxia's voice was clear with a smile, and the ending was infinitely elongated, "Are you sure you still want to ignore me?"

After a pause, Lin Zhaoxia didn't give Yang Moyan any more time to think, and then shouted in a melodious and elongated tone: "Brother~ I haven't seen each other for three months, don't you miss me?"

Yang Moyan's hands resting on the steering wheel had changed to gripping the steering wheel at some point. His hands were well-articulated, with slender fingertips. A boy had particularly good-looking hands.

Lin Zhaoxia glanced, with a smile in his eyes.

She made persistent efforts and continued to shout, "Brother?"

There is nothing else to say this time, just a simple title.

"Brother Yan?"

"Little brother?"

"kindness?"

Yang Moyan closed his eyes fiercely, feeling extremely tormented in his heart.

He felt that this was really a crime for himself.

Yang Moyan's fingertips were a little numb from the juvenile's drawn-out consonants and particularly intimate titles.

He coughed, with a hoarse voice, and finally broke all his concentration and silence amidst the young man's constant addressing, and was completely defeated, "Stop shouting, Lin Zhaoxia."

"Then are you still fighting with me?"

Lin Zhaoxia raised her eyebrows.

Yang Moyan said in a low voice, "No."

"Are you still fighting?"

"No."

"Then you look at me?"

"I... slow down."

Lin Zhaoxia was amused by his last sentence.

Slow down?

delay what?
She didn't want him to slow down.

"Brother, what if I don't want to buckle my seat belt?" She said deliberately.

(End of this chapter)