Be the Golden Finger for the Actress’ Rival

At this moment, the pain will not make the psychic retreat, but can stimulate their more animal nature.

"I'll ask you one last time..." Song Jianzhi approached impatiently. She had never been so close to her puppet before, had never looked at her texture so carefully, more fascinated.

Song Jianzhi's question was interspersed with thin breaths, which was inaudible:

"Are you sure?"

Ming Xu nodded, without hesitation, his expression was stable, no different from their usual chat.

He was already burnt into a ball, and Mingxu was still so indifferent, making Song Jianzhi feel a mixture of anger and malice in his heart.

She stretched out her hand and stroked Mingxu's neck, only to find that Mingxu's body temperature was warm, much lower than human body temperature.

The texture is cold, and the elasticity of the skin is more sluggish than humans, so Song Jianzhi couldn't help but press it hard, but he couldn't feel the vitality of the pulse.

She is a puppet.

Song Jianzhi once again realized this fact. Unlike before, this time there was a strange joy.

The obedient Mingxu is a puppet that he can play with himself.

Song Jianzhi accepted the food with peace of mind and joy.

Song Jianzhi's eyes became more bloody, and her already charming face became more and more bewitching. Her hand hovered between Mingxu's neck, the tiger's mouth was facing the throat, and her fingers were placed on her flawless collarbone, like a young girl carefully holding a large bouquet of flowers in her arms.

She was hesitating where to start eating, and this implied thought was also conveyed to Mingxu. Mingxu's face was calm, and he even kindly got rid of the last moral burden for his master:

"You won't hurt me." Mingxu said.

The drawbacks of power users still need to be relieved as soon as possible, so that the harm to the body is small. And they are still on their way, so don't delay, just get to the point. The puppet is very sensible and proposes actions that are beneficial to the status quo.

Humans who are addicted to their sensibility and lose their senses hate the most when they are alone.

The puppet raised its head softly, revealing a slender and perfect swan neck, and even reached out to support the host's waist to help her stabilize her figure.

The food is in the most easy-to-eat posture, and the eater will naturally not be polite.

A reckless little beast is domineering on the puppet. Like tearing open a bag of marshmallows to release all the intoxicating sweetness, the cracking sound made the little beast stick out its tongue with indescribable excitement.

The backrest of the passenger seat is placed low and the seat is black.

Ming Xu is like a snow in the vast darkness, a bright moon in the night, wantonly showing her beauty.

Song Jianzhi's long hair fell on her shoulders, light and helpless, swaying with her movements, like soft and fine water plants.

Mingxu's eyes moved slightly, and he reached out to help the master to tidy his hair, but the lingering hair wrapped around his wrist, as if imprisoned and refused to let go.

Song Jianzhi asked Mingxu, "Have you ever seen a goldfish eat?"

Ming Xu shook his head.

Song Jianzhi: "It's a pity, the end of the world is coming, where will there be goldfish for you to see."

Song Jianzhi picked up Mingxu's hand, "Goldfish don't have teeth, so when they eat, it looks like they are kissing."

Goldfish swinging a gorgeous veil tail, covered with gold and red stars, leaning over to eat.

It is clearly a plunder, but because the goldfish is soft and dreamy, it brings a romantic and gentle meaning. The interweaving of two very different emotions creates a unique charm.

After the turbulent tide receded for a while, Song Jianzhi let go of Mingxu, her head resting on Mingxu's shoulder, rubbing slowly. Song Jianzhi's long hair hangs down on Mingxu's chest, like a loosely woven blanket, gently covering it up and venting all the amorous feelings inside.

Song Jianzhi put her hand under her hair viciously, not knowing what to do, she tried her best to please the other party, but Mingxu's eyebrows were as usual, as if she was created without this item function.

If it were normal, Song Jianzhi would definitely be discouraged. But she is very swollen now, and Song Jianzhi only thinks at this moment:

Song Jianzhi sat up on Mingxu and looked at her carefully.

The sunset outside the window hit the puppet, making her look gentle and warm. Particles floated in the warm yellow light and landed on the puppet's eyelashes. In the absurd end of the world, it was somewhat holy.

Song Jianzhi, who had just left Ming Xu, knew that Ming Xu's skin was not warm.

She is 10 degrees lower than normal human body temperature? Or 15 degrees, Song Jianzhi was not sure.

She only knew that when she touched Mingxu, it was like touching a piece of cool water, as smooth as silk. Humans are addicted to this kind of touch, but they will be shivered by it. Unfortunately, people can never change its temperature by themselves.

You can only get used to it, accept it, and indulge it.

Song Jianzhi was very unwilling, she swayed her waist, her fingers passed Ming Xu's body, and her fingertips drew an exquisite curve.

"Is your body hot?" Song Jianzhi asked knowingly.

Ming Xu shook his head: "I am a puppet."

"I know you're a puppet." Song Jianzhi didn't want to listen, so she interrupted arbitrarily. Fortunately, Mingxu didn't have any follow-up. She was taciturn, but looked up at her master tolerantly.

Song Jianzhi was a little happy again, she lifted Ming Xu's chin, her eyes were excited, and she whispered: "Then you drink hot water, will it be bad?"

Ming Xu was stunned for a moment. Since she appeared next to Song Jianzhi, she has not eaten at all. She has never thought about being a puppet and being forced to drink water.

It's still hot water.

Ming Xu asked: "How hot?"

Song Jianzhi: "Well, 37 degrees."

"Probably not."

Song Jianzhi smiled with satisfaction.

"That's good."

She led Mingxu to adjust his posture, the fingertips of the two were hooked, and the long hair was entangled between their fingers like a complicated red thread.

The setting sun was just right outside the window, and there was no one around. Song Jianzhi lowered the car window and put her thin white calf on the car window.

Song Jianzhi lowered her eyes and looked at Mingxu.

She put her hand on the back of Mingxu's head, exerted a little force, and said with a smile:

"Here, drink water."

Ming Xu was silent, she sighed lightly, as if a little helpless, but in the end the puppet indulged the master's willfulness and obeyed her instructions.

Song Jianzhi pressed her toes down and the back of her feet tightened. Between her fingers was Mingxu's black hair, and she exerted force on her hand to press Mingxu even tighter.

She could feel Mingxu's lips and nose, wrapped in a smooth layer, resisting her.

Song Jianzhi raised her head and took a deep breath, her eyes were hazy under the light of the setting sun, and the fine light entered her eyes. .

Song Jianzhi's body is like a flexible bow, rising up into a crescent moon, her eyelashes are wet, and she said intermittently: "You, your puppets don't have tongues?"

Ming Xu paused and obeyed the order.

Unfortunately, the owner is not so satisfied:

"Go in."

Not waiting for Mingxu to raise his head in response to such nonsense, Song Jianzhi pressed his hand even tighter and said firmly:

"You should learn to distinguish what is aggression and what is—"

"Serve."

There was no sound of wind outside the window, and there was silence inside the car. Song Jianzhi rubbed against her honestly and urged her to let the puppet continue to act obediently.

Under the silent obedience of the puppet, Song Jianzhi was finally satisfied, she breathed thinly, quietly hooked her tongue, and tasted the remaining smell on her lips.

It was delicious.

More wonderful than the taste of the food.

After the warm water feeding, Song Jianzhi used her as the puppet originally thought.

Mingxu still had water stains on her face. She was going to take out a tissue to wipe her face, but Song Jianzhi held her face and ate a little bit. As a result, Mingxu had a lot of saliva on his face, and the owner stubbornly refused to let her wipe it.

Song Jianzhi cleaned up the puppets before continuing to enjoy.

Ming Xu looked down at her movements.

Song Jianzhi first looked at it carefully before extending her hand.

It was like pressing a sponge with a fine texture that had absorbed enough water. As soon as Song Jianzhi touched her hand, the water wetted her first knuckle.

Song Jianzhi put his fingers in his mouth, and was about to lean down, but Mingxu subconsciously retracted, and was blocked by the highly sensitive Song Jianzhi.

She looked up at Mingxu, and finally saw a different expression on her face.

"Why, only you are allowed to drink, not for me?"

Under Song Jianzhi's insistence, she got her wish. The thin sound of playing in the water sounded, and it was impossible to ignore in the silent carriage.

Ming Xu listened, listened, and finally couldn't help it, showing a gesture of indulging in it.

Song Jianzhi had a full meal, full of water and rice, like an old eater, slowly, picked up his chopsticks and began to taste the most delicious delicacies.

The slender chopsticks are not solid things at first, but in front of the soft, watery food, they are unstoppable like a general.

Fortunately, diners have pity for food. Although they have an uncontrollable appetite, they restrain themselves and make their movements gentle. First, the tip of the chopsticks sank lightly, squeezing out a lot of rich soup and splashing on the hands of the diners.

Diners were not angry but delighted, and continued to explore, looking for the most delicious part, a pair of chopsticks nimbly and wantonly fiddled with the food, tasting the finest delicacies.

During this process, it is another careful taste. The taste of it is difficult to tell in Jinjiang.

The most wonderful thing is when Song Jianzhi sees the food in front of him like never before.

Mingxu, who was usually calm and calm, at this time, was magnificent and picturesque, and it was unbelievably soft. At this time, only one person can see this scene.

Just thinking about it is enough to make Song Jianzhi curl up on her toes and tremble with excitement.

The strong man is willing to tie his hands and feet and bow his head to the court, this kind of pleasure makes people tremble.

Song Jianzhi returned to the driver's seat, Mingxu was in the co-pilot, the back seat behind him was an empty food box, and there was a long road in front of him.

They are going on.

Song Jianzhi started the car first. As long as there are no cars stuck on the road, there is no better high speed than this. She drives skillfully and rushes to S city.

After a few words, Song Jianzhi coughed and said:

"Actually, this method seems to be faster than our high-speed search for food."

Mingxu has returned to his usual state. At this time, he clasped his hands on his knees and said calmly:

"Yes." She added, "Get off the car to supply, you may encounter unexpected situations and delay the progress of the journey."

Although she is not afraid of anything, it is better to have less than one thing. Now for the master, time is the most precious.

Song Jianzhi, the chick pecking at the rice, nodded, and the tail of her hair jumped lightly.

The two of them had a serious face and didn't say it clearly, but they seemed to have a tacit understanding and reached a consensus on something.

The road is still long.