Hearing this, Qiao Jiao's pupils suddenly tightened.

Mo Jinhuai just treats him as a thing, an object, but a tool for venting, not even a pet...

If you don’t want to do it to Su Zhanbai, you can do it to him; if you can’t bear to say it to Su Zhanbai, you can tell him that Su Zhanbai is a sacred and inviolable little angel, and he is just the lump of mud under his feet... …

Qiao Jiao smiled coquettishly: "Young Master Mo, you are my benefactor now. It's too late for me to hug my thigh, so how can I hide from you?"

"Besides, you won't let me go..."

He laughed at himself: "After all, an obedient bitch like me is hard to find, isn't it?"

The hand pinched on the chin suddenly increased its strength, and Qiao Jiao could almost hear the cracking sound of his mandible bone being overwhelmed.

"Master Mo... um..."

As soon as he yelled, two fingers were stuffed into his mouth.

Mo Jinhuai first pinched the soft tip of his tongue with his fingers, slid it across the side of the tongue, and pressed the sensitive palate.

"Hmm..." Qiao Jiao didn't dare to bite him, her eyes turned red all of a sudden, and physiological tears quickly formed in the corners of her eyes.

"Are you uncomfortable?" Mo Jinhuai looked down at the blushing young man.

Qiao Jiao couldn't speak, and reluctantly nodded.

"It's a small punishment."

Mo Jinhuai's tone remained the same, fingers moved in and out of Qiao Jiao's mouth: "Since just now, what have you been calling me? Huh?"

"Remember how to call me, and give it another chance. If you call me wrong, you will have to increase the punishment."

He withdrew his fingers, and rubbed his saliva-stained fingertips heavily on Qiao Jiao's lips, making those two rosy lips even more charming.

"Ahem..." Qiao Jiao coughed a few times, trying to make herself feel better, her tongue was numb and itchy, as if the roughness of a man's fingerprints still remained.

Mo Jinhuai took out the handkerchief from his arms, and wiped his hands gracefully: "What, still can't remember?"

"Huai...Brother Huai..." Qiao Jiao called in a low voice.

Mo Jinhuai let out a laugh from his nose: "Are you a mosquito? It's too soft to hear."

"Brother Huai~"

Qiao Jiao scolded in her heart: Bad brother!

Because of the function of the system, the "brother" he called out was full of twists and turns, and it didn't sound like he could make it at all.

System: "The coquettish and cheap goods system allows you to learn how to flirt in an instant, to curry favor with the patron, and it's done in a second. Five-star praise, dear!"

Praise your sister!Is there a seven-day no reason to return?I really want to pack and send these three non-systems back!

System: "Sorry, the system does not provide this service at the moment."

After finishing speaking, the system stopped making any noise and pretended to sacrifice in Qiao Jiao's mind.

Mo Jinhuai who called "Brother Huai" was in a good mood, as if seeing the sun through the clouds, God knows how much he wanted to hear this person call him that in the past three years.

Qiao Jiao felt that Mo Jinhuai had really changed a lot. He looked moody all over. When he was not smiling, he was extremely sinister, but when he smiled, he seemed to be planning some kind of plan, and how he looked at it was so infiltrating...

Mo Jinhuai stretched out his hand again, and Qiao Jiao instinctively hid in fright. Seeing the man frowning, he obediently moved his head back. Fortunately, Mo Jinhuai just wanted to touch his face.

Feeling the delicate touch of the skin under his hands, Mo Jinhuai murmured: "Why can't you always be so obedient? Isn't it good to just be obediently by my side?"

Qiao Jiao felt that Mo Jinhuai was in a slightly better mood. He lowered his eyes and saw the man's legs on the wheelchair. He still couldn't help being concerned, and asked cautiously, "Brother Huai, what's wrong with your legs... ? Why do you need a wheelchair?"

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