Fast time travel: The sick and paranoid villains all spoil me

And not only did she not refuse, she also asked him in that soft voice while shy, "Do you want to start hugging now?"

The man is not a good person, and the little crying bag took the initiative to deliver it to the door.

His Adam's apple rolled: "Well, the longer you hold it, the more accurate your conclusion will be."

He didn't feel any guilt about cheating on the little girl.

The little crying bag shyly approached him.

Wei Zheng hastily took a deep breath, and was considerate of her inability to move around in a wide range, so he reached out and hugged her onto his lap.

But he didn't know whether it was the body prior to thinking or instinct, so he put her in a straddling position and let her legs bend on the sofa.

This action is very intimate and ambiguous, the distance between the two is no more than two fists.

As long as she raised her eyes, she would meet his dark eyes.

His chest was strong and his shoulders were broad, and she was sitting on his lap, so she could feel her petiteness more intuitively.

It gave people the illusion that no matter what he wanted to do, she couldn't resist at all.

The little crying bag's cheeks instantly turned red.

But Wei Zheng didn't feel her emotions.

He felt that the distance between the two was not close enough, so he straightened up secretly, and reminded her in a low voice: "You have to hug her, right Jiaojiao?"

Little Crying Bag suppressed his shyness: "Yeah."

The man immediately wrapped her in his arms.

But it's not enough, because there is still a gap in the middle.

So he held her little butt and pressed it into his arms.

This time it really fits perfectly.

He could feel how soft her body was, just clinging to him, colliding and rising with his breathing.

He could even smell her scent more clearly.

Not like body wash nor like shampoo.

But it is very fragrant.

It is a soft and fragrant crying bag.

Xiao Weizheng seemed to be disobedient again.

But Wei Zheng couldn't bear to let her go.

He pretended not to know, greedily enjoying this moment.

But the little crying bag was about to be ashamed.

Because Wei Zheng's body was very hot, and his muscles were tense, making him stiff.

There was a gentle bump with each breath she took, as if she was pandering too.

In particular, her physique was still in trouble, and when she was extremely ashamed, her eyes began to water.

Wei Zheng's heart felt hot when he saw it.

Her voice became hoarse: "What would Jiaojiao want for lunch?"

The little crying bag was in a mess right now, he didn't hear what he was saying at all, and made a muffled sound from his throat.

Wei Zheng almost lost control and pushed her on the sofa to bully her.

"Is it okay next time?" He whispered in her ear.

The hot and humid breath sprayed on her ears.

Xiaokuibao's waist was a little soft, and the hand that was on his shoulder unconsciously grabbed his clothes.

"Yes, yes." Her voice was soft, and her eyelashes fluttered like wings.

There was some helplessness in the helplessness, not only did the man not want to feel pity, but he only wanted to bully her severely and make her cry.

Wei Zheng felt that he was having fun while suffering.

He exercises and keeps fit all the year round. Not only is his physical strength better than ordinary people, but his energy is also the same.

And as an adult man, his side is naturally more vigorous.

I didn't think about it before, so I didn't feel it.

But it's different now.

Of course, holding it all the time is not enough.

Not to mention that Little Crying Bag would be shy, Wei Zheng couldn't stand it himself.

So the two hugged for a while and then changed positions.

Wei Zheng just got off work, so he was supposed to go to bed, but because it was almost lunch time, he simply stayed with her for a while, and went to bed after both of them had finished their lunch.