milk addicts

Doctor Ji, who had never coaxed anyone before, patted the little hare's weak back unskillfully, opened and closed his thin lips, and said bluntly, "Don't cry, don't cry."

"Mr. Ji... woo..."

His head was buried in the hard and hot embrace, and Song Nai was tightly wrapped with a sense of security that he had never had before.

The scent of milk leaks out from the bosom continuously, and enters the mind together with the soft cries of the little milk rabbit. This kind of temptation is tantamount to igniting a handful of ultra-purified heroin in front of the eyes of addicts, suffering from milk addiction Ji Shen let out a long breath, his blood was agitated.

"... Woooo..."

"Do not cry."

"........."

In the quiet late night, the hoarse cry was like an out-of-tune tune, touching the man's heartstrings.

Ji Shen lifted up the little nanny's crying face, her big eyes were willfully swollen into peach kernels, and she couldn't see her usual cautious and obedient appearance at all.

He raised his hand to wipe away the tears from his eyes, and more hot liquid rolled out and flowed onto the back of his hand.

Ji Shen frowned, as if he had encountered some difficult problem, his expression was still as cold as a stone that could not be warmed, but Song Nai was no longer afraid.

The warm fingertips rubbed against the lower eyelids time and time again, not in a hurry, without disgust, without harshness, just to help him erase these sad marks.

It has been a long, long time since he has been treated so tenderly, Song Nai looked at the man through his tear-wet eyes foolishly, his heart was beating like the first sprout out of the soil in spring, so urgent and so hard.

"Ji, Mr. Ji..."

The whole little milk rabbit threw herself into the man's arms shamelessly, her body clinging to him, and the rapid heartbeat was transmitted to the man's chest through the thin clothes.

Ji Shen seldom had such physical contact with others, so he froze for a moment, and then tightened his arms.

A steady stream of tears wet his clothes, Ji Shen frowned, recalling how those parents comforted children with missing arms and legs, thought for a while, and said hesitantly, "...the pain in legs and legs has been driven away Oh... good, don't cry."

The little milk rabbit hugged his waist for a second, like a koala clinging to a big tree, and the next moment, the snot flowed down from crying, hanging sticky on the hem of the man's pajamas.

Since the accidental death of his parents, no one has cared about the ten-year-old Song Nai. He lives in his uncle's house and only has a small corner in the attic full of sundries. When he has leftovers, he has a bite to eat. , hungry when there is no leftover food, my aunt hates and resents him for no reason, beats and scolds him frequently, and refuses to let him go to school, my uncle wants to take him to see his legs, but his aunt stops him, and the idle cousin spends all day Song Nai went to steal money and things, and if he didn't steal, he would be beaten severely, and if he was caught, he would inevitably be stared at and spurned.

Song Nai never thought that there are still people willing to hug her and wipe away these worthless tears.

"Mr. Ji, it hurts..." Her heart was sore, her hoarse voice was full of grievances, and she couldn't help complaining to the man.

Ji Shen didn't know that the child was in pain, he just thought it was the injured leg.

His cleanliness has completely failed, and he acts as the mother rabbit with a deadpan face. The falcon surrounds the little hare with two sharp wings and coaxes him patiently.

Time passed by every minute and every second, the crying gradually died down, only occasionally there were two pitiful hiccups, and the head leaning on Ji Shen's shoulder became heavier and heavier.

As the morning light dawned, the little milk rabbit was tired from crying, and fell asleep peacefully in the arms of his favorite Mr. Ji.

Ji Shen picked him up and put him on the bed.

The little milk rabbit is quite insecure, curled up, holding on to the only heat source.

In order not to wake up the little milk rabbit who had just been coaxed to sleep, Ji Shen had no choice but to lie down on it. The rabbit's claws and feet immediately entangled dishonestly. Taking a deep breath, I smelled the milky fragrance in the bed.

Staring at the little milk rabbit's red lips from crying, his golden eyes were dark, and the man's breath was as hot as steam.

Everyone in the circle of friends knows that Ji Shen is not close to beauty and has no desires.He brought all the hard life of the army into his life. His leisure activities include raising fish and flowers, cooking and calligraphy, running and exercising, and his style is old-fashioned like a 60-year-old uncle.

When a group of rich men go out to play, they will inevitably invite some beautiful men and women to add to the fun. They are having a good time, but Dr. Ji is as indifferent as a Tang monk, watching with cold eyes, staring at the fooling crowd with an indifferent expression facing paramecium. In private, they joked that Dr. Ji was frigid.

However, at this moment, Dr. Ji secretly tasted his nanny's mouth while he was asleep and defenseless.

This little mouth is too alluring.

When laughing, the line of the lips is playfully drawn into a crescent moon, and when crying, it is ruddy, like freshly baked strawberry pudding.

The moment you bite down, the teeth are overflowing with a sweet taste.

Ji Shen couldn't help but sucked his lips, with some force, the little milk rabbit let out a vague moan, as if he was about to wake up.

The Adam's apple slid up and down, and the man grabbed his palms hard, restraining himself from making more obscene actions towards the babysitter.

"Mr. Ji..."

The little nanny yelled in a daze, without opening her eyes, she curled up and slipped into the man's arms, Ji Shen hugged him without hesitation, rubbed his soft rabbit ears, the ears of a guilty man who had done something bad, The bed was still a little hot, and she whispered, "Well, I'm here, sleep peacefully."

The little nanny's eyelids trembled, as if she heard the comfort clearly in her dream, she curled up obediently in his arms and stopped making noise.

Smelling the scent of milk, the pressure instantly dissipated, and Ji Shen closed his eyes and fell asleep.

Under the thick gray-blue sky, they cuddled up and fell asleep before dawn.

Ji Shen's biological clock is very regular, no matter how late he went to bed the day before, he still wakes up on time.

The heavy blackout shades were left open, and the sun rose above the horizon, lighting the rose bushes in the garden with golden rays.

It was another hot day, Ji Shen opened his bloodshot eyes.

In the past one or two hours, the redness of the tip of the child's nose has faded, the eyelids are swollen as if stung by a bee, and the folds of the double eyelids are stretched out with five or six marks.

Crying so hard, the eyes should be hurt all day.

Particles danced in the sunlight, and a beam of light passed by Song Nai's face, highlighting the dark color of his chest.

Ji Shen concentrated, put his hand on the seemingly shriveled and flat chest, and pressed it lightly, and the fullness hidden under the thick fabric immediately responded with a soft rebound in the palm.

He unbuttoned Song Nai's pajamas, and the hidden secret was finally fully revealed before his eyes.

The black cloth is like a slate, pressing heavily on the thin body, squeezing the chest with nowhere to go, like a piece of flattened bread, which can only be squeezed out from the top and bottom. Heavy shackles.