bow down under the skirt of a rival

When Ling Ji was angry, his eyes would glow, and the water in his clear eyes rippled, no anger was shown, but his lips were pursed and silent, adding a bit of coquettishness, which seemed to be a coquettish reproach, pleasing to the eye.

Even though he knew it was his fault, Jin Yang saw how cute the little white rabbit lost his temper, and always thought it was a little flirtatious, so he still shamelessly moved forward, "Then let me show you?"

After all, Jin Yang's dexterous tongue swirled on the erotic lingerie, melted sugar juice, pulled a few sweet and sticky silver threads, long and thin, precarious, shining on the bright red lips* of light.

Ling Ji suddenly thought of how ecstasy it would be if he wore underwear on his body, blushed with embarrassment, and was so annoyed that he forgot the fine from the underworld to pat Jin Yang, his palm accidentally brushed against his exposed arm, immediately felt nauseated, and rushed to the toilet After waiting for a long time, my face was pale when I came out, and I was about to faint at any time.

Knowing that there will be trouble in special times, Jin Yang handed over a glass of water, set the table and chopsticks, "Have a taste?"

Not counting the "desserts" that make up the numbers, the number of seven dishes and one soup is also spectacular.

Ling Ji put his chopsticks on the simplest stir-fried baby dish first, it looks tender and yellow, so it should be edible.Unexpectedly, she just entered the mouth, and she felt a burst of bitterness, and asked with a frown, "Why do you fry baby vegetables so bitter?"

"I only added salt and oil, is it okay?" Sumire tilted her head and pointed to the salt shaker on the shelf.

Ling Ji looked at it and was dumbfounded: "You used a can!?"

"Three cans." Jin Yang pointed out his fingers, quite proudly, "Fortunately, I had the foresight to buy five packs of salt!"

Ling Ji deeply regretted that he only looked at Jin Yang's face just now, but didn't see how many seasonings she used. When he tasted other dishes, they were all salty and bitter, and he could die if he ate them. The only chicken blood soup was full of fishy smell. Yang said, "The smell of blood is so delicious, it would be a waste to release the water."

After deliberating for a while, Ling Ji wanted to tactfully express that it was unpalatable, "Don't you think it tastes different from what you usually buy?"

"I think so." Jin Yang smiled wickedly, "That's why I didn't eat a single bite."

"Jin! Yang!" Ling Ji stood up and hit the fox on the head with his chopsticks, "You are perfunctory!"

Jin Yang cried out, "I did it very seriously, and my level is limited... Hey, there is one more dessert I can eat! I have eaten bra, you can eat underwear."

"Hmph!" Ling Ji opened his mouth to refuse, but stared at the edible underwear for a few seconds, feeling curious, took it over to look at it, gradually lost his sanity under the persuasion of the fox, and wanted to stick out his tongue to lick it.Fortunately, Ling Ji's sense of shame returned in time, and he threw the panties back on the plate resentfully, "Don't eat!"

"There's nothing to eat at home." Jin Yang spread her hands, "It's two o'clock, are you hungry?"

I am a little hungry.

Just had nausea and vomited once, Ling Ji's stomach was empty, and he wanted to save some strength to deal with the fox, so as not to be dizzy, "Cook it into sugar water and eat it."

In the end, each of them served a bowl of sugar water with "underwear" melted, and they were relatively silent at both ends of the table.

Jin Yang tasted it, thought it tasted good, and drank it slowly while blowing hot air, thinking that at least one of the eight vegetables and one soup could be eaten, and she was quite satisfied.

"Alas." Ling Ji sighed quietly, with hatred in the corners of his eyes and brows.

Hearing this resentment, Jin Yang became a little unhappy: these days she tried every means to make Ling Ji happy, but her inexperience and frequent accidents made it to this point.She has no memories of her previous life, unlike Ling Ji who is trying to make up for regrets, but suffers before she has tasted the sweetness. Now, her most precious hair is full of oily smoke, and her body is sticky with sweat covered by the stove fire and apron. You have to hear Ling Ji sigh...

Grievance broke out, Jin Yang finished drinking the soup, put the bowl on the table, "Would you like to drink it or not!"

This force was not well controlled, the table shook, the dishes on top shook and collided, and crackled, the chicken blood soup at the corner of the table fell to the ground and fell to pieces, the red juice flowed around, spreading to Ling Ji on the other side soles of feet.

Ling Ji knew that Jin Yang was really angry, so he panicked, walked over and said, "I'm sorry."

"Yeah." Jin Yang's temper came and went quickly, and they discussed, "I didn't do it well, but I did it with my heart, can you stop showing me face?"

Ling Ji nodded, wanting to squat down to pick up the broken pieces of porcelain, acting like a hard-working little daughter-in-law.

"Don't!" Jin Yang stopped, cast a spell to make the dishes automatically go to the trash can, and suggested after finishing everything, "Go out for a stroll?"

Thinking of the journey back and forth, Ling Ji shook his head, "Let's find something to do at home."

"What can you do?" Jin Yang's mind wandered to another place, "Using tools? Wearing gloves? Last time Xuehuang seemed to have bought ultra-thin finger cots..."

Talking and talking, still talking about the bed.

Getting angry, Ling Ji didn't have the energy to get angry again, and begged softly, "Don't keep thinking about these things..."

"Okay." Jin Yang sat down with a serious expression on his hands, "You humans, what are you doing at home?"

Ling Ji chuckled, "Then what do you foxes usually do?"

"Store food, mate, and give birth."

"..."

Originally a little helpless, Ling Ji saw Jin Yang's expression of serious thinking, and realized that it seemed that the fox was doing these things in the den. Can't do it now."

Ling Ji recalled his mother's scolding.

"Can you have a baby with a woman! You and a woman... aren't disgusting! How could I have a daughter like you!"

She only retorted: "It's not disgusting, I love her."

Thoughts drifted to this, Ling Ji's eyes looking at Jin Yang inevitably became complicated. After experiencing sweetness, despair, and reunion, she always thought that she could repeat the happiness of her previous life, avoid all difficulties, and be together well, but in half a year My mother discovered the painting of Jin Yang before, but there are more obstacles than before.

Ling Ji realized that the world is impermanent, and the arrangements may be useless, like she wanted to get to know Jin Yang slowly, but unexpectedly, within a week of meeting, she and Jin Yang made out in the dormitory, and Jin Yang usually kissed and hugged her, A few days ago, I even looked at her body all over, and used her tail to...

Everything is not in her expectation.

"Why do you always have this expression?" Jin Yang noticed that Ling Ji's eyes were strange, and frowned, "There is so much bitterness and hatred, what are you thinking about?"

The lover who understands her best is different.

A feeling of fear arose in Ling Ji's heart: From the time he knew her to the present, Jin Yang's interest in her was only limited to her body, what if... it only stopped there?

Hastily grabbing the corner of Jin Yang's clothes, she asked out her fear, "Jin Yang, do you love me?"

Jin Yang was stunned for a moment, but did not give an answer immediately.

Those few seconds of silence were unbearable to the sensitive Ling Ji—she was reborn, but her temperament of worrying about gains and losses had not changed. She was afraid that Jin Yang and Xuehuang would have feelings, and she was afraid of maintaining a pure relationship with Jin Yang like in her previous life. The sensual relationship lasted for half a year, and he was afraid that Jin Yang would never fall in love with her.

Fortunately, Jin Yang rubbed Ling Ji's hair, and answered bluntly, "Love."

Ling Ji first smiled, then flattened his mouth, and rolled his eyes.

"Do you doubt it?" Jin Yang poked Ling Ji's head and muttered dissatisfiedly, "I haven't really pushed you for so long, and you have eight vegetables and one soup for fishing and sketching, and you actually suspect that I don't love you, saying, you Aren't you a little moved!"

Ling Ji wanted to say yes, but Jin Yang's hand touching her hair touched her scalp, which could be considered a skin-to-skin kiss, so she quickly covered her mouth, and quickly ran to the sink to vomit.

I asked my sweetheart if he was moved or not, but the other party didn't say a word, feeling sick, and rushed to another place to vomit.

What a beautiful coincidence.

Jin Yang's face was black and helpless, and she followed up and put on gloves to help rub her back, "Are you comfortable?"

"Hmm..." Ling Ji was so distressed that his tears welled up, his voice tinged with tears trembled pitifully, and he persistently filled in the previous answer, "I...I am very touched..."

Jin Yang rolled her eyes, "I know."

After vomiting, Ling Ji lay paralyzed on the sofa with no strength, Jin Yang took a small cup and fed her water little by little.

There was silence all around, and Jin Yang could only hear the sound of the little rabbit drinking water in front of him, and then saw Ling Ji's white and tender neck tremble slightly due to the movement of swallowing, occasionally a small sucking sound came out from his throat, and he hummed a few words with a nasal sound when he drank uncomfortably , lazy and soft.

Jin Yang was itching, Ling Ji stretched out his small tongue, licked the water marks on the corner of his lips, and said innocently, "More."

Ling Ji's expression was full of dependence, and her sense of responsibility to take care of Ling Ji overwhelmed her desire to conquer. She accepted her fate and asked considerately, "I'm hungry, how about something to eat?"

"I can't eat it." Ling Ji buried half of his face in the pillow, rubbing his hair messily.

Jin Yang habitually used her fingers as a comb to help her straighten her hair. It took three seconds for her to realize, "I touched your hair, don't you want to vomit?"

"That's right." Ling Ji sat up straight, "Just now..."

Jin Yang sighed, and combed Ling Ji's hair again, "It can be considered that I met you."

Ling Ji recalled that time in the dormitory, when he accidentally touched his hair and provoked the fox to blow his hair, so today...

While playing with the hair, Jin Yang noticed Ling Ji's eager eyes and understood, "You want to touch my hair?"

Ling Ji didn't dare to say.

When we first met, Jin Yang was also like this, he could touch anywhere, but his hair was not allowed.Once, Ling Ji was so tormented that his whole body was weak, his voice was hoarse, and he was almost out of breath. When he saw Jin Yang lying on his chest winding down, he knew that she was going to come back again, so he reached out and grabbed her in a hurry. Hair blocked, begged not to.

The satisfied Jin Yang was lifeless, and then gradually lifted the ban.

Raiding Jin Yang, hair is really a milestone symbol: if Jin Yang touched her hair, it was a heart-to-heart exchange.

Sure enough, Jin Yang hesitated, and Ling Ji was not surprised, so he wanted to say forget it, so he agreed.

"Ok."

Ling Ji was surprised, and didn't move for a long time, but Jin Yang did what he said, and stretched out his head to urge, "Touch it."

Slowly raising his hand, Ling Ji held his breath. For the first time, he felt that this simple action was so thrilling. When he pressed it, he didn't dare to move too much. He only let his fingertips slightly bury in the soft hair, listening to Jin Yang's slow breathing. , Memories flooded back, like returning to the usual afternoon when they were tired at home, and the next second Jin Yang was pillowing on her lap, hugging her waist and begging for sex.

only……

After moving slightly, Ling Ji found a strange touch, "Why is it a little sticky..."

Jin Yang was excited, "The sugar water stained my hair, is it easy to touch hahaha!"

Seeing her successful prank, Ling Ji laughed back angrily, "Childish!"

"Tch." Jin Yang naturally took out a tissue to help Ling Ji wipe his hands, carefully avoiding skin contact.

Ling Ji was startled by the gentle movement, looked carefully at Jin Yang's lowered eyes, thought that Jin Yang's head was patted and she acted like an old mother, so she could not help but smile, "You are so kind to me."

"Well, I think so too."

"Shameless~"

"Well, I think so too~"