That flirtatious slut is damn sweet

"Jiaojiao, in your eyes, am I a particularly perverted man? Hmm?" Mo Jinhuai raised his eyebrows.

"...No, how is it possible," Qiao Jiao said with difficulty, "In my eyes, you are the most wise in the world."

"Oh," Mo Jinhuai sighed meaningfully, "Then why do you think you can fool me with this clumsy seduction? Do you think I can't see that there is something wrong with you?"

Qiao Jiao's almond eyes were full of mist, biting his lip and glanced at Mo Jinhuai.

Brother, can you stick your claws out of my clothes when you say this?Can? !

So much nonsense, why not touch...

As if knowing what Qiao Jiao was thinking, Mo Jinhuai's subordinates were heavy, and it was not surprising to hear Qiao Jiao snort.

The man smiled with satisfaction: "Didn't you just send this over by yourself? You insist on thanking me, and in this way. If I refuse, you will lose face."

Qiao Jiao couldn't keep his eyes open after being rubbed by him, so he subconsciously stretched out his hand to support the man's hand, but was driven to make circles together, making the scene even more lewd...

Mo Jinhuai really fell in love with the texture of the hand, and she enjoyed kneading it so much that Qiao Jiao almost couldn't stand up because of the pain.

"Sit on the bed." Mo Jinhuai ordered.

Qiao Jiao said politely: "It's okay... I can stand..."

"My hands are sore!" Mo Jinhuai pinched him, then withdrew his hand and said coldly.

"It hurts..." Qiao Jiao hummed aggrievedly, opened his eyes to see, it was the same reason.

After all, a man sits in a wheelchair, and he is not short. It is true that the posture of standing and sitting is enough to touch there, which is a bit strenuous...

Qiao Jiao thought for a while, and really took a standard horse stance in front of Mo Jinhuai, lowering his altitude all at once.

He thoughtfully took the man's hand and pressed it to his chest: "Is this height okay? This way your hands won't be sore! Don't worry, I've been doing a lot of physical exercise in filming for the past three years, and my martial arts instructors said that I can walk steadily, Can last for a long time…”

Anyway, don't go to bed!

Mo Jinhuai's face was gloomy: "Are you afraid of going to bed with me?"

Qiao Jiao: "..."

This man really has mind reading skills, right?There must be!Why can you guess right every time? !

To be honest, he just wanted to cheat his heartbeat points, and left Mo Jinhuai early if he had collected enough points. If he really wanted to go to bed, he was afraid that his heart would fall into it like before, and he would not be able to get it out.

Mo Jinhuai withdrew his hand, folded his arms and looked at Qiao Jiao who was doing a frog-like horse stance.

"...No, don't touch it? Then I buttoned up..."

Tsk, after so long, I didn't grow a heart rate, so I'm at a disadvantage...

Qiao Jiao stood up straight with her legs together, and buttoned up her shirt one by one.

The man's chest control habit seems to be much better than before. Before, he wouldn't let go without touching him for half an hour.

Qiao Jiao shook his head after thinking about it.

Haha, now I'm probably too addicted to Su Yubai's side, and I don't have much interest in facing such "side dishes" like him.

"You haven't answered my question yet." Mo Jinhuai said suddenly.

Qiao Jiao blinked, confused.

The man pushed the wheelchair forward: "It's strange that you came back this time... the whole person is very strange..."

Qiao Jiao was pressed against his knees by the wheelchair, and stepped back step by step, and finally sat down on the bed with a "plop": "Where...why is it strange?"

Mo Jinhuai leaned forward, staring at Qiao Jiao with jet-black eyes: "You always seem to be trying to seduce me, but you seem to be afraid of going to bed with me, Qiao Jiao, am I right?"

Qiao Jiao supported the mattress with his backhand, shrank back: "...No."

"What on earth are you planning?"

The man ignored his denial, and continued as if he was probing something: "Three years ago, although you were shy every time, you were looking forward to being with me, unlike now, with a submissive look on your face, In fact, the bottom of my heart is very resistant to being touched by me."

Because my heart is dead, I don’t want to fall for you like in the past, I don’t want to like you anymore, can’t I just keep awake? !

Qiao Jiao hated Mo Jinhuai a little at this moment.

Why?A man obviously doesn't like him, so why should he ask him to be like the past?

In Mo Jinhuai's eyes, what kind of existence is he?

Even if the love is not reciprocated, do you still have to continue to love the man without integrity?How cheap is he? !

Mo Jinhuai didn't find what he wanted in the boy's beautiful amber eyes, but he could see a trace of disgust.

This shouldn't be Qiao Jiao's expression towards him, the former boy saw his eyes full of admiration and admiration.

There was a suppressed flame in Mo Jinhuai's heart that was burning his heart and lungs, and he couldn't get rid of the pain.

He locked the boy on the bed with one left and one right hand, and locked the boy in the area of ​​one foot square in his arms: "Is it because of these legs? Jiaojiao, is it because I'm paralyzed, you dislike me?"

Qiao Jiao turned back and looked at Mo Jinhuai like an idiot.

The problem between the two of them has never been about their legs, has it?

If a man can love him, even just a little bit, not to mention Mo Jinhuai can't move his knees, even his neck can't move, Qiao Jiao will sit on it and move by himself!

The system complained: "Host, you really have no morals..."

Qiao Jiao: Shut up!Pretend not to hear!

After all, Mo Jinhuai is not a system, he does not have the ability to read minds, so he cannot know Qiao Jiao's true inner thoughts.

After the problem with his legs, he had been depressed, inferior, and resentful, but he had never felt so resentful as at this moment.

He doesn't care about the attitudes of everyone in the world, except for the boy in front of him...why can't he look at him with the eyes full of love?

Mo Jinhuai tugged at the corners of his mouth, revealing a slightly bloodthirsty smile: "It's a pity, Qiao Jiao, even if your heart is full of disgust and disgust, you still have a purpose to seduce me, a cripple!"

"I didn't think so."

He admits with purpose, what the hell is the disgust and disgust that fills his heart?Did the dead man misunderstand something?

Qiao Jiao stretched out his hand, and Mo Jinhuai's legs were within reach, and he easily touched the other's knee.

"I don't know how your legs became like this, I'm sorry, but you are still you, I will not because of this..." I don't want you to touch, but I am afraid that if you are touched, I will never be able to leave you... …

Qiao Jiao didn't say the following words, and he couldn't say them. Telling men to listen to this kind of betrayal of one's soul is out of moral integrity, and it's shameful. The key point is also embarrassing.

Mo Jinhuai still felt his knees, and a thin layer of goose bumps formed when Qiao Jiao's warm fingers touched them.

He lowered his eyes, staring at the little hand on his lap, the wall built in his heart collapsed: "So, you don't dislike it?"

"No," Qiao Jiao looked straight at Mo Jinhuai frankly, "what's so disgusting about this? I... um..."

Before he could finish speaking, Mo Jinhuai leaned over and kissed his lips.