The school’s little wild cat is cute and sweet

Mu Qianxi took his long, white hand with clear joints and played with it. Like his embrace, it was as cold as touching a piece of cold jade and felt very comfortable. Her almond-shaped eyes were full of love. She started from the tips of his fingers, groped them carefully, then moved down to her knuckles, and finally rubbed them gently in his palm. After lingering for a long time, he moved up to touch his slender fingers and returned to his fingertips to caress. It's like holding a treasure in your hands and you can't put it down.

This was simply torture for the Eleventh Hall. He could clearly feel the soft and warm touch on his hands, like delicate and smooth rice cakes. Her little hands scratched against his, igniting fire and causing trouble everywhere, and he seemed to be stirred by light feathers. It didn't take long for his hands to feel warm in her hands. The flame she set seemed to burn along the palm of her hand and onto his ear, turning it red.

His voice was low and hoarse: "Have you touched enough?"

She shook her head, her apricot eyes were moist, pure and ignorant, but also stained with a layer of desire due to the poison.

"Lengche, hot..." As she said this, she began to pull up her top in confusion.

"Hey!" Eleventh Hall anxiously took action to stop her.

This guy really does what he says. As soon as she took action, she saw the collar of a white T-shirt exposed under her torn clothes. It turned out that she was wearing a T-shirt as a base layer when she went out in the morning. He immediately breathed a sigh of relief and allowed her to take off her clothes.

Unexpectedly, she was not satisfied after taking off her clothes, so she grabbed the hem of her T-shirt and tried to lift it up and take it off. He was startled, and quickly held her hand down.

"Don't take it off." He held her hand, a trace of panic flashed in his eyes, and said hoarsely.

"But Leng Che, it's hot in clothes." Her wet eyes were full of innocence, looking at him pitifully and acting coquettishly.

No matter how coquettish she was, there was no way he would agree to let her do something that would harm her while she was confused.

"..." He quickly calmed down, with a serious look on his face, and said in a deep voice, "You are not allowed to take off your clothes anymore even if you are hot. If you don't obey, I will leave now."

Seeing that he was about to sit down on the couch, she hugged him anxiously and snuggled back into his arms obediently, like a soft little dumpling, no longer moving.

The alarm was lifted, and he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

But not long after, he felt the body temperature of the person in his arms gradually rising, and his breathing began to become rapid. She leaned against his chest wiltingly, like a flower bone that was about to dry up, and even her breath was frighteningly hot.

"It's hot... it's cold... I feel uncomfortable..." She frowned, and unbearably hot, she began to look for a cooler place on his body. Her hands unknowingly touched his belt, "How about you take it off? Okay~"

"???" What kind of talk is this! He hurriedly grasped the little hand holding his belt.

She was confused, but he was awake and there was absolutely no way he would allow her to do such a shameful thing!

"Impossible" was about to utter the word "impossible" resolutely, but when he saw her wet eyes, her red face, and her uncomfortable and longing expression, his throat suddenly choked, and his heart I can't get hard no matter what.

The desire all over her body had already made her extremely uncomfortable. Seeing that he remained silent, she pursed her lips and looked like she was about to cry again: "Okay... I feel uncomfortable with Leng Che."

Her cry-like plea made the string of reason in his mind immediately break. His eyes darkened, and he loosened his grip on her, and then raised his hand to extinguish all the candles in the room.

Forget it, in another world, as soon as he meets her, he is destined to be unable to maintain his innocence. Forget it, as long as she doesn't make a fuss about taking off her own clothes like before, he is even more afraid that she will be wronged.

His deep and hoarse voice was particularly clear at night, and it was actually a bit more sexy than the cold voice in the past.

"You can only take off the top." He said awkwardly.

In the darkness, the little hands that had regained their freedom immediately began to mess around, pulling at his belt jerkily and impatiently. When it was loose and unable to untie it, they eagerly went to pull at his clothes, eager to touch the coldness under the clothes. of heaven and earth.

Soon, the dark-colored robe with dark bamboo leaves opened wide under her tugging, and slid loosely from both sides of her arms, falling on her waist, revealing her smooth and perfect figure. Broad shoulders, narrow waist, tight chest, strong abdominal muscles, and sexy mermaid line...

Fortunately, she couldn't see this scene full of sexual tension and seduction in the darkness, otherwise it would have made her blood boil.

Without the barrier of clothes, she held him against him in a daze, feeling the coldness even more. Mu Qianxi returned to the water like a dehydrated fish, her frown gradually relaxed, and the heat in her body also subsided a lot, no longer as uncomfortable as before.

"It's so cool and comfortable." She murmured against his chest, so comfortable that her voice had a nasal sound, soft and waxy.

Eleventh Hall's ears were already red, and even the area behind his ears was red. The darkness seemed to amplify his perception, and he could clearly feel her soft and delicate hands lighting up his upper body. First, he touched his back, like finding an ice cube to cool down the fire on a hot summer day, and then he held on to it. Later, she slowly stroked and explored along his spine, slid to his waist, then touched his tight abdominal muscles, and then lingered on his abdomen as if he had discovered a new world, refusing to leave...

She felt comfortable, but his breathing gradually became disordered.

"The emperor Gaoyang is a descendant of Miao. My emperor is called Boyong..."

He closed his increasingly dim eyes and began to recite "Li Sao", "Xiaoyaoyou", "Afang Palace Fu" and other high school classical Chinese texts in his mind over and over again, trying to calm his thoughts and regain his clarity.

The rebellious hand seemed to be dissatisfied again and slid down the mermaid line, but was blocked by the belt and the clothes piled around the waist. He was keenly aware of the touch moving downwards, and instantly took a breath, his Adam's apple rolling nervously. The heart that had finally calmed down was stirred again.

His voice was low and obscure, with a fatal attraction, and he warned in a low voice: "Don't go any further."

"Why?" It was obviously a teasing statement, but she said it in the softest and most innocent voice.

"..."

Sure enough, he was out of his mind to ask such a question. If she reaches down further, how will he face her in the future? Can people touch her casually if she goes down further?

His ears burned even redder, and he pursed his lips tightly in silence. In the end, only four dry words escaped from his throat: "No way."

She hummed softly and dissatisfiedly, and rubbed against his chest like a petulant kitten, a numb feeling spreading from her heart.

Over and over again, he didn't know how many times he recited the Chinese text silently, and the person in his arms finally calmed down.

She seemed to be tired, her soft and sweet voice was tainted with sleepiness, and she leaned in his arms and asked half asleep: "Leng Che, what are you wearing on your face?"

In the darkness where he couldn't see his fingers, he finally took off the mask on his face, revealing his stunning face. His ice-blue eyes were particularly clear and charming. She couldn't see him, but he saw through the person in his arms. It seemed that only in complete darkness, when she was unconscious, could he have the courage to face her calmly.

His breath was on the top of her hair, and he asked her in a low voice: "Mu Qianxi, who am I?"

She heard his voice in a daze, and was so sleepy that she couldn't open her eyes. She forced herself to reply: "Leng Che..."

He finally dared to reply to her with a cold voice, low and cold with a hint of youthfulness, and said softly: "Well, this time it's the right time."