That flirtatious slut is damn sweet

"Don't...outside..."

With great difficulty, Qiao Jiao squeezed out a few words intermittently from the slit of her lips.

They were at the edge of the camp, the light was dim, and there was a tree blocking it, so it was indeed relatively hidden, but as long as someone took a flashlight to shine it, they could still see it clearly.

Just because he doesn't shy away from letting people know about his relationship with Mo Jinhuai doesn't mean he's willing to let people appreciate the erotic palace, okay?

Qiao Jiao's hands were tightly fixed, and he had no choice but to bend one leg and rub against Mo Jinhuai's waist to make the man stop.

But such an action was no different from an invitation, and he was horrified to find that Mo Jinhuai's breathing became heavier.

"Stop..." Qiao Jiao whispered nervously.

Fortunately, the man's sanity did not die, and he reluctantly let go of the force that restrained him.

Qiao Jiao leaned against the tree trunk and panted heavily.

No one would believe it when he said it, but he, a man with sound limbs, was crushed to death by Mo Jinhuai, a guy who couldn't move his legs.

Qiao Jiao raised the back of his hand to wipe his mouth, and looked at Mo Jinhuai with wet eyes.

The dead man is simply the Hulk!Why is it so strong that one hand can make him unable to move...

Before he had time to think too much, his eyes were covered with a big hand.

"If you don't want to continue, don't look at me like that..." Mo Jinhuai's hoarse voice rubbed against his ears.

Qiao Jiao didn't dare to look at it, and didn't dare to make a sound, quietly waiting for the man to calm down.

In this way, he was forced to block his visual organs, and was crushed by a man on a tree in a wild mountain.

If he didn't know that he was in the camp, if he didn't know that this man was Mo Jinhuai, it would be quite scary...

"Jin Huai..." Qiao Jiao yelled out.

The man's body trembled suddenly: "What did you call me?!"

Qiao Jiao was a little embarrassed, he was just envious of Su Shuibai's address to men, so he thought about trying to call him once.

He has called Mo Jinhuai by his full name, brother Huai, and husband, but he has never been called "Jinhuai" like this...

"Don't call me that." Mo Jinhuai moved his hand away and looked directly into the boy's eyes.

God knows how much Qiao Jiao's soft call just now had an impact on him.

It's very strange, the simple two words, others call him just a code name, but when Qiao Jiao spits it out, he feels like whispering between the sheets.

He listened to it a few more times, he was afraid that he would not be able to resist wanting him now, and invaded again and again fiercely, making Qiao Jiao cry and call him that.

Qiao Jiao stared at Mo Jinhuai blankly.

The man's eyes looked dangerous, like a bloodthirsty beast watching its prey dragged into its lair.

Why are you so angry?

Qiao Jiao didn't understand.

Is it just because he learned from Su Shuibai and called him this title?

Jinhuai...

This title...is it exclusive to Su Shuibai?

Qiao Jiao's nose was a little sore, and her eye sockets were also slightly aching with grievance.

He used all his strength to push Mo Jinhuai, but this time the man didn't use any strength and let him push away easily.

Qiao Jiao didn't speak, bent down to pull the zipper of the tent entrance, sneaked in, and then closed the door from the inside, obviously not very happy.

Mo Jinhuai stared at the tent door for a while.

He also wanted to go in, but his legs were inconvenient, and it was difficult to bend like a normal person, so it was difficult for a while.

"Jiaojiao," the man whispered to the curtained door of the tent like a wolf about to eat piglets, "open the door."

Open your head!Go find your little Bailian!Anyway, he hasn't left yet! !

The system joked: "Hey, host, you are jealous. It's rare and rare, and you also said that your man is jealous, half a catty!"

Yeah, he's just jealous!Jealousy to plasmodium separation!

Qiao Jiao sat in the tent with her arms folded, huffing and huffing silently.

Mo Jinhuai stretched out his fingers and scratched on the rainproof cloth of the tent, making an ear-piercing and unpleasant rustling sound.

Qiao Jiao couldn't bear it anymore, and opened the zipper a little: "You are so annoying! I don't want to sleep with you! You go!"

Mo Jinhuai held back his temper at the moment, showing weakness and said: "I have no place to go, my tent is reserved for Zhe and your little honey friend, Jiaojiao, let me in."

Qiao Jiao just wanted to say "no".

The man didn't give him a chance to speak, and continued pitifully: "Actually, you let me in, and I also have difficulty...my legs..."

Qiao Jiao really wanted to strangle his inexplicable sympathies to death one by one, but when he thought of the dead man, in order to squeeze into the tent with him, he actually took out his useless legs that he couldn't usually face, it was really...

Mo Jinhuai is a businessman, of course he knows what kind of bargaining chip is easier for him to achieve his goal.

He didn't want to expose his weaknesses to others. In the past, he especially didn't want Qiao Jiao to know about it.

But today is different from the past, he also knows Qiao Jiao's weakness.

Boys were too kind to him to be sympathetic to his bad leg, so why didn't he take advantage of it?

Mo Jinhuai weighed the two things "self-esteem" and "sleeping with the little daughter-in-law" on the balance, one on the left and one on the right, and the latter sank with a "click". It was obvious which was more important.

For him, there is nothing more important than holding Qiao Jiao.

As long as he can achieve his goal, not to mention just losing his self-esteem, he can use despicable means.

"Jiaojiao, you must dislike me for being disabled," Mo Jinhuai began to babble, "If I were a healthy man, you would definitely not reject me

Qiao Jiao had fallen for the trick, and involuntarily opened the zipper of the tent a little: "You talk nonsense! I...I didn't!

"Just let me stand outside like this to show people a joke, it's okay...I was a big joke...I'm a useless person...hehe..." Mo Jinhuai raised her hands to cover her face, as if in pain.

Qiao Jiao was stunned.

When did dead men become so vulnerable?

But it's normal...

Mo Jinhuai, who is so proud, has suddenly become a disabled person who needs to sit in a wheelchair all day long and wear prosthetic limbs to barely walk. How can it be possible that there is no psychological problem...

"I...I didn't dislike you..." Qiao Jiao opened the door of the tent while muttering, "It's just a zipper, you can't open it yourself..."

He leaned out half of his body and reached out to touch Mo Jinhuai's leg: "I'll help you, it's okay..."

With Qiao Jiao's help, Mo Jinhuai finally entered the tent smoothly.

The man looked at the boy with low eyebrows and pleasing eyes who helped him take off his prosthesis, and felt that the loss of self-esteem just now was really worth it.

- When I got carried away with joy, I let out a low laugh.

Qiao Jiao looked up, and saw the man's expression of suppressing a smile, his iceberg face almost collapsed.

"You don't like me?!" Qiao Jiao couldn't believe it.

This is definitely not the Mo Jinhuai he knew in the past!

Since childhood, a dead man has always had a personality that would rather be broken than broken. Self-esteem is what he values ​​most. How could he make fun of such a trivial matter as entering a tent?

Mo Jinhuai nodded at him without blushing.

"I deliberately told you to listen, otherwise why would you let me in and come out to help me." The man said very calmly.

Qiao Jiao waited with blank eyes: "...The rapid evolution of your skin thickness is simply amazing."

"Jiaojiao, are you angry?"

Mo Jinhuai held the boy's little hand on his lap, and played with his slender fingers: "Why? Didn't we have a good atmosphere just now?"

"Oh, you are the one who is angry!" Qiao Jiao pulled back his paw with great effort.

Hmph, don't touch me!

"Me? No, why should I be angry?" Mo Jinhuai only supported himself with his upper limbs, and moved to Qiao Jiao's side, which immediately aroused the other party's disgust.

"Go away, it's so hot!" Qiao Jiao pushed the man's shoulder to keep him from approaching.

Being rejected again and again, Mo Jinhuai was a little anxious, not knowing what problem had arisen between herself and Qiao Jiao, they were still kissing a few minutes ago.

"Just say what you mind, don't play charades with me all day long!" Mo Jinhuai turned cold.

He himself is not a patient person, it's fun for Qiao Jiao to have a little temper with him, but it's another matter not to touch him.

Mo Jinhuai grabbed Qiao Jiao's arm with a big hand, and pulled him hard to sit on his lap.

Qiao Jiao didn't expect that Mo Jinhuai would use brute force on her, so she immediately became angry: "I just called you 'Jin Huai', Xiao Bailian called you every day and didn't say a word, I said you are a dead man!" No, no, no! Who cares, I..."

"Little Bailian? A dead man??"

Mo Jinhuai pinched Qiao Jiao's chin and narrowed his eyes: "I didn't know you had the habit of calling people nicknames behind your back."

"..." Qiao Jiao almost bit off his tongue.

The system sighed: "Why did you slip your mouth and say it? It's all right now, what makes sense becomes unreasonable..."

However, Mo Jinhuai didn't care about these things. After knowing the reason for the little thing's displeasure, he felt happy and even a little swollen.

Jiaojiao would care about these things with him, isn't it because he cares about him!

"So it's because of this that you're making trouble." Mo Jinhuai pinched the tip of the boy's nose clearly, "Just say no, you can call me whatever you want, even a dead man."

This didn't seem like something Mo Jinhuai could say.

Qiao Jiao was surprised: "You...don't hate me calling you like that? Calling you Jin Huai?"

"I don't hate it, I like it very much. I like it so much that when you shout, I think..."

Mo Jinhuai lowered his voice as he spoke, but Qiao Jiao couldn't hear clearly.

He asked blankly, "What do you want?"

"Well, I want to do it." The man's lips parted in an arc, showing a wicked smile, and he answered frankly and shamelessly.

The windows and doors of the tent were tightly closed, airtight, and the whole tent began to be filled with a strong hormonal atmosphere of a man.

And their current posture...

Qiao Jiao's face turned red suddenly, small beads of sweat began to ooze from her back, and the sweet body fragrance began to evaporate uncontrollably.

The two breaths are intertwined, colliding in the cramped space to produce a strong chemical reaction.

Qiao Jiao felt as if he had inhaled something like an aphrodisiac.

Otherwise, why did he have no strength at all?

Mo Jinhuai moved closer to Qiao Jiao's ear: "Jiaojiao, do you know, as soon as I hear you shout like that, I want to be as ruthless as before..."

While speaking, Qiao Jiao felt that his earlobe was wrapped in warmth and pulled gently.

The man said vaguely: "I said during the day that I would make it up to me..."

Qiao Jiao softly let out an unconscious hum, and was about to enter the state.

Suddenly, he saw a black shadow moving behind the man...