Kuai Chuan: I really don’t want to be a villain

Baby Jiang picked up the milk cake on the ground and stuffed it into his mouth. She sat on the ground, eating seriously, looking up from time to time to look around vigilantly to prevent the annoying mommy from grabbing it.

It was strange that the person who was supposed to stop her was no longer with her.

Baby Jiang looked at the tree not far away, where her mother and mother were hugging each other. Are you eating something delicious? Haven't finished eating yet? Why don't you look at her?

Baby Jiang looked at the half of milk cake left in his hand, and then at the mothers who were still eating each other's mouths. He hesitated for a moment and chose food.

Wait until you finish eating, wait until you finish eating, then go there.

After the long and hot kiss ended, Song Qiao's tongue felt numb. She leaned on Meng Lingyu's shoulder and pecked his ear from time to time.

"Why do you remember that there are still a pair of orphans and widows waiting for you?" Meng Lingyu's voice was hoarse with emotion, and she tightened the arms around Song Qiao's waist.

No one knew how much she missed the person in front of her, and she was about to collapse.

Many times, if she hadn't seen Baby Jiang still around, she would have been unable to stop looking for him. At the Kunlun Fairy Fair, they finally met, but they had to pretend that they didn't know each other.

Not only that, she also has to endure her lover being occupied by another person. She couldn't resist, and she didn't dare to resist, for fear of affecting Song Qiao's safety.

"Okay... wasn't it very dangerous before? I didn't want to." Song Qiao felt guilty.

Meng Lingyu chuckled, "Is it dangerous? Aren't you afraid of death?"

Sure enough, I knew I couldn't escape.

Song Qiao buried her head on the side of Meng Lingyu's neck, "I was wrong~Don't be angry~"

Meng Lingyu's hand gently rubbed Song Qiao's waist, and his breathing was a little heavy. Now her mind is filled with thoughts about the intimacy she had with Song Qiao in various worlds, and she wants to do all those tricks again.

Of course she likes to possess Song Qiao, but as Gu Mingjun, being possessed is also a very good experience.

She wanted to see Song Qiao on top, in control of herself.

Thinking about it, she leaned close to Song Qiao's ear and whispered: "It's useless to just apologize."

Song Qiao trembled, "I am a god now, you can't beat me." She reminded Meng Lingyu not to go too far.

Meng Lingyu said nothing, pinched her wrist and moved it up her waist until it was covered with softness. "You come."

No one could refuse this invitation. Song Qiao's face turned red as if on fire. She moved her fingers, and Meng Lingyu's eyes became darker.

Just when the atmosphere was about to get tense, Song Qiao felt a weight on his calf and an extra pendant.

She lowered her head and met Jiang Baobao's big round eyes.

"Mom!" Baby Jiang shouted crisply.

The passion was interrupted, and the Eighteen Bans quickly turned into a heartwarming family drama.

Two adults and one child sat cross-legged on the mat. Song Qiao took out many toys and snacks he had collected before and placed them in a pile next to them. "Baby, they're all yours." She said softly, rubbed Baby Jiang's face, and then leaned in for a kiss.

Jiang Baobao was as happy as a mouse in a rice vat. She hugged Song Qiao's head and bit Song Qiao's face with her only two front teeth, "Mom! Mom!"

Meng Lingyu picked up Baby Jiang's back collar and said, "Why do you bite mom when you're in a good mood?"

Jiang Baobao rolled his eyes and did not answer.

Song Qiao looked at her funny, "Can you call me mommy now?"

Jiang Baobao didn't answer. Meng Lingyu pinched her face with his other hand and said, "You understand what I'm saying, but you just don't want to speak."

Song Qiao's smile faded and she took Baby Jiang from Meng Lingyu's hand. "Who is she? Tell me." She pointed at Meng Lingyu.

Baby Jiang turned his head and said nothing.

"I'll get angry if you don't tell me. If you get angry, I will take your mommy away so that you will never see her again." Song Qiao said in a serious tone.

Tears welled up in Jiang Baobao's eyes, and he grabbed Song Qiao's finger, "Mommy...don't...don't take mommy..."

Her voice was childish, and her little voice was trembling pitifully. Meng Lingyu's heart almost melted, and she nervously held Song Qiao's shoulders, "Okay, okay, the baby has already called me mommy, don't scare her."

Song Qiao glanced at her sideways, "Shut up."

"Why don't you want to talk?" Song Qiao looked at Baby Jiang and continued to ask.

Jiang Baobao no longer pretended to be mute, "Oooh... I'm afraid... Mommy hugs..." She stretched out her hand to Meng Lingyu, and her tears finally fell.

For a while, Song Qiao couldn't figure out the reason. Song Qiao wanted to hand her to Meng Lingyu, but Meng Lingyu stopped her. "Let's coax her together. I know you feel sorry for me, but she's still young, so don't be so strict."

With the efforts of the two of them, Baby Jiang quickly forgot why he was crying just now, laughed for a while, and fell asleep tiredly.

Putting the child on the bed, the two returned to the next room together. As soon as the door closed, they hugged each other and kissed inextricably.

Song Qiao grabbed Meng Lingyu's hand and gasped: "You just said you asked me to come."

Meng Lingyu licked his lips and said, "Okay, come on."

Two beautiful and perfect bodies overlapped behind the door, and their clothes fell to the ground, making a rustling sound.

In the quiet room, muffled sounds could be heard from time to time.

"I want to do what we do on the cherry trees in spring..." Song Qiao murmured.

Meng Lingyu raised his head slightly and dug his fingers into the skin of Song Qiao's neck, "Don't tell me..."

The room was a bit messy, with ambiguous and obscure traces spreading from behind the door to the bathroom and then to the window.

Meng Lingyu knelt on the bed and grasped a corner of the pillow towel with her fingertips. Various lights flashed in front of her eyes. After a long time, she turned over, lying on her side and hugging the quilt. She closed her eyes and did not look at the person behind her.

"Why are you ignoring me? Huh?" Song Qiao hugged Meng Lingyu from behind, kissed her ear, and asked in a low voice.

"Where did you learn this trick?" Meng Lingyu's voice was hoarse.

Those tricks were not ones they had used before, which made Meng Lingyu a little jealous.

Song Qiao smiled and his chest shook, "Do you know, when I was in Xuantian Sect, what I read most was not various Taoist scriptures, but scripts."

As she said that, her fingertips flashed, and there was a book in Meng Lingyu's hand.

Just looking at the cover, you could tell how dirty it was. Meng Lingyu coughed and held down the book.

"you you……"

Meng Lingyu had never been seen shy in the past, and Song Qiao couldn't describe how she felt in her heart. She and Meng Lingyu's rationality killed the paranoia, but she still couldn't help but miss that paranoia occasionally.

Thinking about it, she lowered her head and kissed Meng Lingyu's shoulder, "Let's study together."

"You are really hopeless." Meng Lingyu said helplessly and patted the back of Song Qiao's hand.

So she was forced to lie down on the bed, and the person behind her read her storybook, and she had to endure the harassment of that person's words.

Song Qiao knelt down behind Meng Lingyu, flipping through the script, and whispered, "This is pretty good, I'll try it later."

"This is not bad, but it feels easy to suffocate, but with our current strength, we will not die easily, so it doesn't hinder us."

"What about this? Can you accept the toy? Or I can transform into one."

Meng Lingyu's skin was pink, she bit her lower lip and clasped Song Qiao's hand beside her. "Shut up……"