milk addicts

Mr. Ji is not at home, and the courier still brings fresh fruits, vegetables and meat every day. The two rabbits swallow the dry and hard rice, staring at the paper bags piled up in the kitchen, drooling.

"Brother, I want to eat custard."

Song Nai put on the hat that was hanging on half of the forehead for the child, two dimples bloomed on the face, "Okay, let's eat custard tomorrow." He picked up the chopsticks and rolled the rice into small balls, pinched out two rabbit ears, Song Le opened his eyes wide, and his attention was successfully diverted by the rabbit rice ball.

Turning his head, the smile in Song Nai's eyes faded.

It seems that he still has to go to the barbecue stand tomorrow, he has no money.

The rabbit nanny propped her head sadly. He owed Mr. Ji too much, so much that he didn't dare to count it.

Just as he was thinking, the door clicked, and Mr. Ji came back.

Shocked all over, the little nanny rushed up to meet her, the flounces of her apron fluttering with her steps.

Ji Shen stood at the door, dressed in casual clothes, with a dusty look, Song Nai hadn't seen him for almost three days.

"Mr. Ji, you are back."

"Hmm." The man lowered his head that was always held high, and the little nanny understood instantly, stood on tiptoe, and lightly pecked the man's face.

"Mr. Ji, I miss you very much."

Song Nai's tone was very sincere, and his eyes were full of unrequited love. Ji Shen touched his head, like a master who calmly deal with pet pets, changed his shoes and walked into the living room, casually said, "Come here."

Song Nai straightened his crooked little hat and followed him, thinking that Mr. Ji was going to explain something serious, but he was walled off by the cold-faced hostess as soon as he entered the room.

"Let me check to see if I am obedient."

Mr. Ji approached him, his golden eyes were shining, Song Nai opened his eyes wide in a daze, and with the tacit consent of that hand, he moved up his back without authorization.

Wherever the big hand swims, goose bumps appear everywhere, the button of the corset is gently pulled, Song Naiteng's ears turn red, and he lowers his eyes.

It's not that he can't remember Mr. Ji's entrustment, on the contrary, Song Nai remembers every word he said very clearly, but he is used to his chest being flattened, and if he doesn't say anything strange, he will dirty his pajamas.

"You're not good." Ji Shen narrowed his eyes, "Do you want me to take it off for you?"

"No, don't!" Song Naizhi wanted to find a hole to get in, and tightened his shoulders helplessly.

Ji Shen didn't look sideways, like a doctor sitting upright, didn't think about what was there or what wasn't, Song Nai felt ashamed of the crooked thoughts in his head, gritted his teeth, reached into his clothes and moved, rustling With a rustling sound, the flesh-colored cloth and a rustic black corset fell to the feet.

"Mr. Ji, I took it off." Song Nai's face was redder than a persimmon in September, two balls protruded from the pajamas, the shape of the small point was quite obvious, and the milky fragrance was strong and tangy.

Ji Shen didn't speak for a long time, Song Nai looked up hesitantly, and there were two bright nosebleeds on the man's handsome face.

"Mr. Ji, have you been on fire lately?" Song Nai took a piece of paper, propped up his feet, and carefully wiped off the nosebleed of the hostess.

Ji Shen is full of milk... Bah, his mind is full of the waves rippling on the chest of the little nanny just now when he ran, and the blood rushed straight to his forehead. Song Nai was horrified to find that as soon as he wiped off the nosebleed, a new one rushed out again.

A minute later, Ji Shen's lips turned white, and Song Nai was holding a ball of red paper in his hand, tears streaming down his face.

He didn't know what dirty things were piled up in the mind of the indifferent and serious Mr. Ji, he just said - you are my obsession - that Mr. Ji was too tired and his body was exhausted, so he hurriedly helped him to sit on the side of the bed.

The soft chest rubbed against his arm, and the veins on Ji Shen's forehead burst out, and his face turned white and blue.

After finally stopping the nosebleed, the little nanny stood by the bed, touched the man's eyebrows to test the temperature, and asked in a strong nasal voice, "Mr. Ji, are you okay?"

Seeing the looming scenery inside through the drooping skirt, Ji Shen was dizzy.