Senior, please forgive me!don't pull my skirt

"Why... are you so stubborn?" Mu Junchen came over and stood in front of me, "You just don't want to get involved with anything other than customers and technicians, do you? I want to give you money, so I can only get along with you like this You trade?"

Transaction... for some reason, this word made it difficult for me to breathe. I took a deep breath and said, "Yes."

Mu Junchen didn't speak for a while, the two of us just stood there quietly, I didn't look at him, wondering if he was looking at me.

"Kiss one, how much?" He lifted my chin with his finger, his face was calm, only a pair of peach eyes were dark, and there seemed to be a faint glimmer of water.

Great, that means he's going to give me money to kiss me.

How much do you charge?twenty?thirty?

"Say it quickly." His tone was a little cold, and my heart tightened when he heard it, and he blurted out, "Five yuan."

The other technicians charged 25 yuan each, but I was a man, so I charged [-] yuan, and [-] yuan should be considered as compensation for Mu Junchen's loss.

"Could it be too cheap?" Mu Junchen smiled helplessly and sadly, then lowered his head, stopped at a very close distance, and looked into my eyes: "I kissed? The kind of kiss that pays .”

Staring at Mu Junchen has become very difficult.

I was a little nervous and sad, and I kind of wanted to leave, to escape from everything at this moment.

But I can't, I'm still too weak, not strong enough to escape.

I can only work hard, in every way I can think of.

I closed my eyes: "Yeah."

"You count."

Mu Junchen sighed very lightly.

Then, a feathery kiss landed on my forehead, just one click, his lips left, then on the eyes, then on the nose, on the cheeks, on the corners of the mouth, on the chin...

One by one, very lightly, kisses.

My eyes were hot and I didn't dare to open them. The only thing I could do right now was to silently count how many kisses he had with my fingers.

These feathery kisses.

What a torment.

I never knew there was such a difficult thing in the world. It was worse than being kicked to the ground by Liu Shengfa's pig and beaten violently. That uncomfortable feeling came from under the underwear stuffed with fake breasts, which were used to deceive people. Inside, a deep black space spread to the whole body.

Mu Junchen is too gentle, the more gentle he is, the more uncomfortable I am.

In order not to be so uncomfortable, I started to respond to him.

When he finished kissing my chin with his lips and moved up again avoiding my lips, I guessed the trajectory and speed of his lips movement, turned my face up, and kissed his lips precisely.

I didn't open my eyes, I didn't know Mu Junchen's expression, but I felt his body froze and his lips didn't move.

He doesn't move, I move, he spends money, we can't let him lose money.

I kissed his lips, imitating his gentle way, then stood on tiptoe a little bit, and rubbed against the wall behind me to kiss his straight nose bridge.

I still wanted to kiss his eyes, but he straightened up, and I couldn't kiss him, so I opened my eyes and looked at him.

He won't let me kiss him.

He won't let me kiss him...

Mu Junchen frowned slightly, and looked at me for a moment, showing a helpless expression, lowered his head again, just at a height within my reach, and closed his eyes.

I finally kissed his eyes, his pair of deep eyes that always seemed to be filled with sunshine, sometimes sad and sometimes pretending to be pitiful and rascal.

Letting me finish this one, he regained the initiative, sealing my lips, invading softly but irresistibly, with his body lightly pressed against me.

It took him a long time to let go of my lips.

I turned my head to the side and panted heavily, suspecting that I was almost suffocated by him.

"...how many?" He asked me very calmly.

How many are there?let me see.

I raised my hands and found myself clenched into fists, probably with ten fingers hooked together.

"Ten?" I said.

Mu Junchen said speechlessly, "Do you think there are only ten?"

Well, I ticked ten fingers, but I forgot to remember how many rounds I ticked ten.

"I, I forgot to count..." I was extremely sad, and I counted wrongly, so how do I count the money?Does money still count?

"There should be fifty." Mu Junchen said.

"There are so many?" I said in surprise, "Five five two hundred and five, I, let me give you a discount, two hundred? Why are you kissing so many, why don't I give you a little bit cheaper?"

I'm afraid that Mu Junchen thinks it expensive, so he won't kiss me next time.

"It's enough to count two hundred, thank you... give me a discount."

Mu Junchen lowered his eyelashes, took out 200 yuan from his trouser pocket and handed it to me.

I was a little confused for no reason. He handed the 200 yuan in the air for a while before I took it, put it in the pocket of my skirt, and felt it again to confirm that it was in my pocket.

I didn't know what to do next, so I stood still, and Mu Junchen also stood still, the two of us seemed to be playing with wooden figures.

"Is two hundred enough?" He asked me.

Not enough, not enough at all, but how can I say, he kissed so quickly one after another, there is nothing to enjoy at all, but the money flowed into my hands, and I was like stealing money.

Seeing that I was silent, Mu Junchen pinched my chin and raised my face, looked at me with dark eyes, and asked lightly, "Can you touch it?"

What can't be done?

I nodded.

Mu Junchen's fingers pinching me suddenly lost strength, and they just rested on my chin.

He was silent for a long while before nodding his head, like a man who went to the supermarket to buy groceries, his fingertips ran down the side of my neck, his expression couldn't tell whether he was happy or unhappy, when his fingers rested on my collarbone , asked: "Okay, is there anything you can't touch?"

"Chest, no...skirt, under the skirt..." I felt his fingers nervously.

His Adam's apple slipped when he saw his fingers pass over my chest.

If at this time he suddenly has a brain convulsion and rua on my "chest" or something, then this place will be my crematorium.

"You're nervous, Liu'er."

His palm dropped and touched my stomach with a little force.

"Hmm..." He happened to press on the place where Liu Shengfa kicked him several times at noon today. His stomach was so soft that it hurt even when he was panting. Shrunken like a half-cooked shrimp, "I can't even stomach..."

Mu Junchen's voice was a little anxious: "What's wrong? Does it hurt?"

I tried my best to stretch, waiting for the pain to pass: "No...my stomach is ticklish, can you touch other places?"

Mu Junchen stared at my face for a while, frowned not knowing what he was thinking, and said: "There is no other place to touch it. If you want to make money, don't fool people like this."