Master Fu’s full-level cutie fights fiercely

Mu Xing lowered his eyes and pressed the phone, and said calmly: "Go ahead, I have something to deal with."

"But when I was in country Y, you washed it for me."

When the man spoke, he obviously got closer.

The warm air was rubbing against the side of his neck. Mu Xing tilted his head uncomfortably, and his coquettish eyes gently tilted towards the man beside him, "Aren't you almost recovered? You can wash yourself."

"I still can't take a shower myself. The wound hurts when I move it. It really hurts."

Fu Lingxiao's handsome eyebrows wrinkled slightly, his pale handsome face looked a bit fragile, his black eyes looked at her pitifully, and his big hands around her waist slowly rubbed, "Yanyan, are you willing to make me hurt?" ……"

The little uncle has a high tolerance for pain. Mu Xing knew that he was pretending to be pitiful again, but she really couldn't stand his appearance, so she held his hand down and said, "Okay, let me wash it for you."

She turned off the screen, put down her phone, and went to the bathroom with the man. She helped him take off his coat, let him sit on the pink stool, and took off the shower head to help him take a bath.

The corners of Fu Lingxiao's lips curved slightly.

He likes Xing'er to take care of him very much, because when she takes care of him, she subconsciously shows a gentle and caring look, which is closest to the Xing'er she once was.

Only at this time will he feel that the distance between him and Xing'er is not so far away.

Following the old rules, he washed the man until only the key parts were left. Mu Xing handed him the shower head, opened the door of the shower room and left, but was grabbed by the man and hugged him back.

"You haven't finished washing me yet, why are you leaving? Huh?"

Mu Xing was half-lying in the man's arms. The man's face was close in front of him. His facial features were exquisite and three-dimensional. There were some crystal drops of water hanging on his pale cheeks. A few strands of black hair on his forehead were also wet and hung slightly.

In those deep, dark eyes, a thin layer of water vapor obscured the glimmer, and they looked extremely confused.

Mu Xing's heart trembled when he looked at him so straightly.

"Fu Lingxiao, don't push yourself too far."

She pretended to be calm and pushed him, but her hand was pressed against his chest by the man's big palm.

The man lowered his head, his dark eyes getting closer and closer, so focused and full of aggression.

Mu Xing held his breath almost subconsciously, only feeling his breathing getting closer and closer, and the rich ebony agarwood.

Sexy...indescribable.

"Smoke smoke..."

The man whispered softly in a deep voice.

Mu Xing's eyes were covered with confusion. Before she could react, a warm kiss fell on her forehead.

The thin lips slowly moved down, falling on her eyelids and the tip of her nose, and finally stopped on her lips, slowly deepening...

Mu Xing felt that she was about to melt. She squinted her eyes to chase the man's scent, but the sultry thin lips suddenly moved away. She opened her eyes and looked blankly, and unexpectedly ran into a pair of smiling black eyes.

The corners of the man's thin lips curled up slightly, "The person who is trying to take things too far right now is you, Yanyan."

hateful!

I was confused by my little uncle’s male lust again!

Mu Xing woke up and was so angry that she broke away from the man's arms.

Fu Lingxiao looked at the red-faced and angry little man in his arms, and couldn't help but chuckle, "Okay, I won't tease you anymore."

He held her tightly in his arms, lowered his head and touched the tip of her nose, and whispered: "I just want you to face your heart honestly, Yanyan, life is short, try to make us have as few regrets as possible, Okay?"

Breaths intertwined.

At such a close distance, the pain in the man's eyes was hard to hide.

Mu Xing's eyes were hot, and without any hesitation, she raised her chin and kissed his thin lips: "Okay."

The man also suppressed his strength, holding the back of her head with his broad palm, forcefully taking away her breath...

The sound of water flowing from the shower head covered up the tiny sound of wetness between the lips and teeth, but the temperature in the shower room was rising steadily...

The man's body is hot...

In a trance, Mu Xing suddenly remembered the toxin research report that brother Shen Luo had read to her before. Temperature has a certain impact on toxins. If the body temperature is too high, it will accelerate the spread of toxins.

She suddenly pulled away from the intoxicated state, held the man's face and pushed him away, "No, we can't continue..."

The hot and humid breath smeared blood on the man's pale face, and the thin blush added a bit of charm to his clean face, as if the cold and solemn man in the cloud was dragged into the world of mortals.

He looked at her with moist eyes, and there was a trace of unbearable pain in his breathing: "I'm fine, Yanyan, I can do it."

Mu Xing's cheeks turned red. Of course she knew her little uncle was fine, but she didn't want to tell him about the toxin, and she finally felt how she felt when her little uncle hid it from her.

How much self-control one must have to be able to stop in countless emotional moments!

Mu Xing secretly admired his uncle and tried his best to calm down, "It's my problem, I don't think about it yet."

A word of "no idea" made Fu Lingxiao suppress all desires in an instant.

He really wanted to carry out his selfishness to the end, but he would never be reluctant to Xing'er.

After all, she was the treasure he held in his hands and the rose he planted in his heart.

"It's okay for you. If you don't want us, then we don't want it."

Fu Lingxiao kissed the girl's red lips gently, pulled a towel and wrapped it around her, "You can take a bath, I'll go out first."

After he finished speaking softly, he put down Mu Xing, stood up and left.

Watching the man walk out of the bathroom and close the door again, Mu Xing held her chest and exhaled a long breath, almost losing control...

When Mu Xing went out after taking a shower, Fu Lingxiao was sitting on the bedside, his dark eyes looking down at the mobile phone in his hand.

At this time, the man had put on a set of black satin pajamas, with the neckline slightly open, faintly revealing the lines of his chest muscles. He was holding the phone slenderly and powerfully, and his clear joints glowed like white jade under the light.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, he raised his eyes to look at her and put his phone on the bedside table, "Yanyan, I brought your pajamas here for you."

Only then did Mu Xing notice that there was a black suspender pajamas placed next to his uncle.

She picked it up and put it on and found that not only the fabric was the same as her uncle's, but the dark patterns were also the same.

It’s childish to make a couple’s model.

Mu Xing's lips curved slightly, she put on her pajamas, pulled off the bath towel and put it aside. When she turned around, she found that the man had lifted the quilt and was looking at her with a smile on his face.

She knew that her little uncle's eyes were actually invisible, but his eyes were so gentle and hot that it made her heart palpitate.

"What are you looking at me like that for?"

Mu Xing slightly shifted his gaze and lay down on the bed. The next second, he was pulled over by the man and held in his arms.

He kissed her earlobe gently and whispered in her ear: "Why is my baby so beautiful? I can't get enough of it. What should I do..."

The sudden sound of "baby" made Mu Xing's eyes turn red in an instant.

She buried her face in the man's chest to hide her emotions that were about to break down, "...Aren't you sleepy? Turn off the lights and go to sleep."

Fu Lingxiao reached out and turned off the light, hugged the soft body of the girl in his arms tightly in the darkness, and fell asleep with her.