One hundred postures to tease a male god [Quick Transmigration]

Although there was sweat on his forehead, it wasn't too hot.

"No...it's nothing." Qiao Yue blushed, and his anxious heart gradually calmed down. No matter how big his face was, he would not say that he had something like a spring dream during his nap: "Maybe it was a little too hot to sleep. .”

Nan Moliu didn't break Qiao Yue's words, but said lightly: "Then let the cook prepare a bowl of sour plum soup for you."

"...Thank you, master." Thinking of treating Nan Moliu as the object of his erotic dreams just now, and now facing his gentleness like spring wind and rain, Qiao Yue couldn't help but secretly scolded himself for being dirty.