said don't mess with me

Busy days fly by.

Soon it was Han Qingshi's birthday.

This afternoon, Mucha had an exam, so he didn't have to go to Hezhong to work.

But even though there are thousands of horses running to the cake shop in her heart, she still dare not hand in the paper in advance.

Because Chen Deping was sitting on the podium with a cold face the whole time, she held back until the bell rang at the end of the exam, then stood up as if she was burning her butt, and closed the paper back.

When Le Qian came here, she refused to give up.

"What's the use of writing these extra letters? Teacher Chen won't give you friendship points!" Mu Xia jumped anxiously.

Le Qian's face remained unchanged, her mind was very stable, "You don't understand, this is called psychological comfort, hey, don't grab it!"

The paper was forcibly taken away by Mu Xia, Le Qian was so angry that she stared blankly.

The head of the house watched the whole process, moved over from the next door, squeezed next to Le Qian, stared at Mu Xia who ran to the podium to hand in the papers with her, and then disappeared by the door with her schoolbag like a wind, asked: "What's going on with Mumu recently? Why is it so hot all day long, and I still can't see anyone."

"She betrayed!" Le Qian was angry.

Thinking of this, Le Qian became angry.

If she hadn't discovered Mucha's new computer by accident and pressed her on the bed to question her, she would be the one kept in the dark now!

Tsk!A disabled hand, so work hard to learn how to make cakes?

Tired or not?

The point is!

Her best friend, who has been sleeping head-to-head for two years, is actually not as attractive as a strange woman whom she has known for less than two months. Let alone making cakes for her, even buying them is shared by the whole dormitory!

"Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooow." " i hate her

"What did she do?" The head of the house was so excited that he flew up.

Le Qian complained, she wanted to turn her head and leave, but when she saw Han Shuyan who had packed up her things and passed by, she raised her voice and raised her voice, "It's no big deal, as long as our family loves each other, and the tree sees the flowers blooming, right?" , I've been dating recently."

"...!" She Zhang shook his body and dropped his jaw in shock, "When did it happen?"

Le Qian glanced at Han Shuyan's sudden stop from the corner of her eye, sneered in her heart, and calmly fabricated the facts, "It's just the beginning of this month, the other party has Yan, money and heart, and he cares and loves us in every way, and Compared with some things that can't be warmed, it's nothing like mud. What, I said wrong?" Le Qian leaned back in the chair, and looked at Han Shuyan who was looking back at her with a smile on her face.

The latter left the classroom expressionlessly, pulling his backpack and leaving the classroom without looking back.

"What's the rivalry between you and Han Shuyan?" The head of the house sighed, "She's from 306 now, and she's been on good terms with us for a long time."

"Where is it so cheap, let's not talk about it, do you want to eat ice cream? I treat you." Le Qian said.

The head of the house is speechless, eating ice cream in winter, is it crazy?

When implemented in action, it is as swift as a martial arts master.

"I'll call them both." The head of the house directly turned over the table and ran towards the second sister who was having a quiz with the boss.

On the other side, Mucha just ran downstairs.

I was about to take the subway to the cake shop, and I didn't know anything about being out of order.

15 minutes to the station.

Without stopping, she put on her apron and started making cakes.

The boss was watching from the side, giving her pointers from time to time.

"Dingling!" The store door was pushed open, and someone came in, "Hello, I'm here to get the cake, I ordered it last week."

When Mucha heard a familiar voice, he shook his paw and dropped the egg yolk on the ground.

Why is Han Shuyan here?

Could it be that something was discovered?

Mu Xia cursed guiltily, 'I'll go', and before the boss called out her name, completely revealing her secrets, she retracted into the cabinet under the table like a little fish.

The boss was dumbfounded, how could a big living person get into such a small space?

"Did you remember wrongly? No one named Han ordered a cake on the 27th." The waiter couldn't find the record and asked Han Shuyan with a smile.

Han Shuyan thought for a while, "Is there a lady named Yang?"

"Yes." The waiter immediately said that she had just made this Ms. Yang's cake 10 minutes ago.

"Take it for me, please." Han Shuyan said.

Waiter, "Excuse me, what is your relationship with Ms. Yang?"

"Mother and daughter, she asked me to get it."

"Okay, wait a minute."

Soon, the waiter handed the packaged cake to Han Shuyan.

The latter did not stay and left directly.

Hearing the sound of closing the door, Mucha struggled to squeeze out of the cabinet, lay down on the edge of the console and looked out.

Han Shuyan hadn't gone far, and was standing not far from the door, making a phone call.

Mucha couldn't hear it, but only knew that her back looked a little stiff.

"Mom, I got the cake." Han Shuyan said to Yang Yan.

Yang Yan was jet-lagged. Not long after he got up, his voice sounded not so refreshing, "That cake is delicious and low in sugar, let's celebrate your aunt's birthday tonight, and tell her that you want to go to GN for an internship. You have grown up, don't wait for your mother to tell you everything."

Han Shuyan looked down at the exquisite cake in the transparent box, hesitated to speak, "Mom..."

"Well, Mom is listening."

"Forget it, it's okay. I'll call my aunt first and ask where she is."

"Okay, tell mom about the situation after it's over."

"understood."

After hanging up the phone, Han Shuyan didn't call Han Qingshi immediately, but walked along the sidewalk.

After the Bug incident, she and Han Qingshi hadn't met each other. Even the dance competition was just a few phone calls before and after. The costumes and computers were all sent by Zhao Jiahui.

Said that Han Qing was busy.

Since I am busy, there is a high probability that my birthday will not be celebrated.

Not to mention her niece who is not close to her.

Han Shuyan hesitated, but in the end she was even more afraid that she would not be able to explain to Yang Yan, so she called Han Qingshi.

It was hung up as soon as it rang.

Almost at the same time, she received a quick text reply: [In a meeting, I will reply later. 】

Unsurprisingly.

Han Shuyan typed quickly: [Okay. 】

She stopped the car and decided to go to GN first, whether it's okay or not, wait until it's convenient for Han Qing.

In the cake shop, Mucha waited until Han Shuyan got into the car before standing up straight in relief, touched his thumping chest and said, "I was scared to death."

"You know me?" The boss's faint voice came from next to his ear, which made Mu Xia's eyes go dark, and he shouted, "Boss!"

The boss plucked his ears in disgust, turned his back and said, "Clean up the eggs on the ground."

Mucha let out an 'oh' and squatted down to tidy up.

The movements were slow and vigorous, and the image of Han Shuyan holding the cake kept replaying in his mind.

Could it be for Han Qingshi?

wrong.

That cake was ordered by her mother, and she just helped to pick it up.

When her mother didn't know Han Qing, why did she order a cake for her.

That's right.

It was pure accident that they were here.

She exposes nothing!

Mucha quickly cleaned up the mess on the ground and continued to toss the cake.

At 6 p.m., everything is ready.

Mucha was full of anticipation and went to take the subway with his things.

As soon as he entered the station, he suddenly received a call from Zhang Chi, "Mumu, come to the company quickly, brother Zheng called for a weekly meeting."

Mucha collapsed, "Didn't I ask for leave?"

"Unexpected situation, there is something wrong with the project, you come here quickly."

"……All right."

Mucha had no choice but to go to the company first.

I thought it would be the same as usual, it would only take half an hour, but Li Zheng emphasized the code specification issue by the way, dragging the time for a long time.

When Mucha finally arrived at GN, it was nearly 10 o'clock.

The lights on the development floors were still on, and upwards...it was pitch black.

gone?

Mucha hesitated for a moment, lifted the cake box up, and plunged into the gate of GN.

"You're not an employee of GN, are you?" The security guard on duty today didn't know Mucha, so he stopped her vigilantly and asked.

Mucha nodded, didn't think about how to explain why he came here, and was pushed and shoved by the security guards to leave.

The security guard was so strong that he pushed Mu Xia staggered and almost fell.

Zhao Jiahui, who came back from a business trip, happened to see this scene.

She walked over quickly and gave the security guard a lesson, and asked Mucha worriedly, "Is everything okay?"

Mucha shook his head, "No, not at all."

"That's good." Zhao Jiahui felt relieved, and asked again, "Why did you come to GN so late?"

Mu Xia subconsciously hid the cake behind her back, but the box was too eye-catching, Zhao Jiahui guessed her intention in an instant, "Come here to celebrate Mr. Han's birthday?"

Mucha was embarrassed and didn't admit it positively, "It just happened to pass by, and I didn't deliberately prepare it."

Zhao Jiahui smiled and said nothing, and swiped her card to take her inside.

After entering the elevator, Zhao Jiahui spoke again, her voice lowered, "Whether it's prepared deliberately or not, it's the only one, Mr. Han will definitely like it."

Mucha clenched her hand holding the cake, "Isn't anyone celebrating her birthday?"

"There is someone who was declined by Mr. Han." Zhao Jiahui smiled and said, "Mr. Han is not particular about this kind of thing, troublesome."

"...Hmm." Then would she be rejected too?Mucha thought without confidence.

"Knock, knock!" Zhao Jiahui knocked on the door of Han Qingshi's office.

It was silent.

The two waited for a while without any response, and left while pretending to be Han Qing.

Disappointment came suddenly.

But Han Qingshi couldn't be blamed, it was because she went to work overtime suddenly and wasted time.

Besides, Han Qingshi didn't want anyone to disturb her by celebrating her birthday.

Mucha clenched her hands, forced a smile and said, "Since Mr. Han is not here, I'll leave first. Please help me give this cake to her."

"Wait……"

"Come in." Han Qingshi's voice suddenly came from behind the door, interrupting Zhao Jiahui.

Mucha's gloomy brows and eyes lit up instantly.

Zhao Jiahui was also inexplicably relieved, and said to her in a low voice, "You go in by yourself?"

Mucha nodded hesitantly.

After Zhao Jiahui left, she nervously pushed open the door of Han Qingshi's office.

The lights were not turned on inside, and the huge office was even more deserted under the light of the silver moon.

Han Qing was leaning alone in front of the bright floor-to-ceiling windows, with his fingertips hooked to an empty wine glass, looking very close yet far away.

Mucha stood at the door for a few seconds, carrying the cake, and walked towards her step by step.

Han Qingshi didn't look over, thought it was Zhao Jiahui who came in, and asked her, "What's the matter?"

Mucha pursed her lips and replied, "Yeah."

Hearing that the voice was wrong, Han Qing raised his lowered gaze, and quickly looked at Mucha——in the middle of the office, she was standing obediently, with a circle of lights wrapped around the cake box in her hand, standing in the dark. It shone warmly.

"You..." Han Qing said aloud, and suddenly put his hand on his forehead again, laughed softly, and said to himself, "I'm probably really drunk."

Mucha walked over quickly, and asked worriedly, "Do you want me to help you?"

"No need." Han Qingshi instinctively refused, but when he looked up and saw Mu Xia's nervous expression, his instinct stopped abruptly.

She looked at Mucha silently.

His eyes were deep, and there was a storm that Mucha couldn't see under the calmness.

a long time.

Han Qing looked at her bright black eyes covered with a layer of moonlight and said, "You, give me a hug, okay?"

The worry in Mucha's eyes turned into surprise.

She seemed to hear a sign of weakness from Han Qingshi's words.

So unreal.

She couldn't connect it with Han Qingshi at all.

But what she just said...the tone of the test...

It sounds so lonely.

Mu Xia felt as if someone had twisted his heart, and felt very uncomfortable.

She tried her best not to show herself, she raised her head, raised the corners of her lips, her smiling eyes were as bright as stars, "It's okay."

Say it.

Mucha leaned over and carefully placed the cake on the ground.

Then he opened his arms toward Han Qing, and said with a smile, "I hugged you."

It's not you who came to hug me.

I'm here to hug you.

Mu Xia took a step forward, and when he approached Han Qing, he passed his hands under her arms hanging by her sides, wrapped them around her slender waist, put his palms behind his back, leaned his face on his shoulders, and said sincerely: "I am a professional Those who come to celebrate your birthday are not passing by."

In the quiet night, the girl's gentle voice is especially pleasant.

Han Qingshi didn't move, and stared straight ahead motionlessly.

She seemed really drunk.

So drunk that he was showing weakness to a child.

If she doesn't come.

In fact, it doesn't matter if you don't have a birthday.

But she just came.

Also with cake.

……

Mu Xia couldn't wait for Han Qingshi's response, and gradually murmured in his heart.

Is it because she is holding her in the wrong position?Not strong enough?So it seems insincere?

Ok.

possible.

Qianqian thinks that when she is perfunctory, she just keeps a straight face and keeps silent, waiting for her to find out.

Thinking of this, Mu Xia Xuhuan gathered his arms around Han Qing's waist, and his body was getting closer and closer to her.

Han Qingshi's body temperature was very low.

It may be that a person stood by the window for a long time, soaked in the coolness of the moonlight.

But who celebrates their birthday by hiding and drinking alone?

Even if there are no cake candles, at least someone should be by her side, sing a birthday song for her, and witness her make a wish.

The more Mu Xia thought about it, the more blocked his heart became, his nose became sore.

Before she wanted to say something to make the atmosphere less heavy, Han Qing, who was leaning against the glass, suddenly stood up straight.

She raised her hand.

One was buckled behind the head, and Mu Xia's head, which was attached to his shoulder, was gently pressed to the side of the neck.

One supported her behind and held her small body in his arms.

Skin to skin, Mu Xia could feel the heat in Han Qingshi's neck, and the vibration of her vocal cords when she spoke.

"Is the friend whose birthday I mentioned in the video before?" Han Qing asked.

Different from pure air transmission, listening to her voice like this, it is deep and gentle, surrounded by three-dimensional, and has more texture.

Mucha's ears were itchy, and his fair face was scalding hot from the heat.

"Oh, yes." She said, there was a little girl's charm in her husky voice, which was very suitable for listening attentively under the quiet moonlight.

Han Qing lowered his eyes, and his eyes drifted slowly to Mu Xia's ears after drinking.

tiny.

red.

"Secretly following me?" Han Qingshi looked into Mu Xia's ear and asked, with a smile in his voice, and the heat of speaking enveloped her red ears.

Mu Xia couldn't bear to dodge, afraid that Han Qing would think too much, and quickly moved back quietly, explaining in a low voice, "I saw it by accident."

Han Qingshi, "Be careful in the future, don't see other people again."

Mu Xia, "???" She doesn't have that much leisure time to save sentient beings, well, this one is enough.

"Mr. Han, did you drink a lot?" Mucha sniffed.

Han Qingshi smelled very strongly of alcohol.

"No." Han Qingshi denied.

She let go of Mucha and touched the switch to turn on the light.

Mu Xia felt the force behind him loosen, his eyes flickered, he quickly backed away, and turned to lean against Han Qingshi, with his palms pressed against the cold glass behind his waist.

"Drip!" The sound of the touch screen button sounded, and the office immersed in the moonlight was shrouded in light.

too dazzling.

Mucha turned his head away uncomfortably, covering his eyes with the back of his hand.

Barely adapting, Mucha turned to look at Han Qingshi.

He found that she had already sat on the sofa, and there was a cake she brought on the coffee table in front of her.

"Come and sit." Han Qing said while clearing the table.

Mucha said 'hmm' and walked over.

Only now did I realize that two of the three wine bottles on the table were empty, and the other one was only half a bottle left.

Sudden anger.

fraud!

I just said that I didn't drink a lot!

Mucha sat down angrily, staring fiercely at the wine bottle.

When Han Qing glanced at it from the corner of his eye, he felt guilty and embarrassed for the first time.

She put the wine bottle and wine glass together under her feet, Bi Zhi crossed her legs, staggered her arms on her knees to support her body, and randomly flipped the white ribbon tied to the box with her slender fingers to change the topic, "Specially for What did I learn?"

Mu Xia's face became hot, and the breath he was holding in his chest was gone, "Yes, I learned it for a long time. At first, I tried it for the master, but she complained that it was a dark dish."

Try it?

Han Qing remembered the scene of Mu Xia feeding cakes in the cake shop.

She thought...

"Heh." Han Qingshi laughed softly.

Mucha couldn't understand, "Don't laugh, the hand-painted ones on it are a bit ugly, and the cake tastes super good."

Han Qing responded with a smile, pinched the ribbon with two fingers and pulled it out.

Box opens.

Mucha was even more ashamed.

The garlands on the side of the cake are really invisible, the big ones are big and the small ones are small, just... like papa...

"Mr. Han, wait and see." Mucha took the stainless steel knife and fork, trying to scrape off the garland.

Before touching it, Han Qingshi grabbed his wrist and pulled him away.

The corners of her mouth were curled up, she seemed to be in a good mood, her dark pupils reflected a slightly misshapen hand-painted pattern, and she asked, "Is this a dog?"

Mucha wanted to smash his head down to destroy the evidence.

She must have lost her mind to draw a dog for Han Qingshi.

But can it be her fault?

Who made Han Qing keep bringing her and the dog together.

The impression was so deep that I couldn't control my hands on impulse.

despair.

Han Qingshi had a panoramic view of Mu Xia's sad expression, and the smile on his face suddenly became wider.

She let go of Mucha's wrist, lowered her index finger, touched the dog's ear, hooked her fingertips lightly, and put the cream-stained finger into her mouth under Mucha's gaze.

"..."

The dog's ears were eaten like this?

"!"

Mucha was startled, and quietly covered his ears.

Why did she draw a dog.

Scary.

Well……

I don't know how the dog's ears taste.

"Mr. Han." Mu Xia lay on the table, looking at Han Qing eagerly, and asked her, "Is it delicious?"

Han Qingshi's sitting posture remained the same, but when she raised her eyes, Mu Xia suddenly found that her leaning forward sitting posture was very close to her, and she could almost see her silly self in her dark pupils.

Mucha quickly straightened his back and retreated.

After a long distance, his eyes naturally moved down and landed on Han Qingshi's mouth.

He sipped it slightly, as if savoring it carefully.

Before long, lightly covered with paper towels lightly.

"It's delicious." Han Qingshi said.

Mucha was proud, "Let's just say, I really do have talent in this area."

As he said that, Mucha took out candles from his bag and poked them on the cake, muttering in his mouth, "Birthday will be over soon, think about what wishes you want, three, no more, no less , as a human being, you can't be greedy, and you certainly can't suffer..."

Han Qing stared motionlessly at Mucha who was busy with her.

At the beginning, she was able to concentrate, but later, her voice gradually overlapped with another voice in her head.

That one is a little younger.

Crisp, lively and vibrant.

"Mr. Han?" Mu Xia knelt on the carpet, crossed the table with one arm, waved his paw in front of Han Qingshi's eyes, and said in disbelief, "So you are also in a daze."

Han Qing came back to his senses, pointed at Mu Xia's forehead with his fingertips, pushed her head back which was too close, and said, "A human being has all kinds of emotions and desires, do you think you intend to treat me as a human being?"

Mu Xia retracted twice with a "hey hey" and asked Han Qing while lighting a candle, "Do you want to listen to the Chinese version of the birthday song, or the English version, or both?"

Han Qing wanted to say no.

When I was having dinner with Wei Zhen before, someone sang birthday songs in public, and the whole restaurant was out of tune, and everyone was watching in the open and in the dark.

After that, she subconsciously resisted this link.

When the words came to his lips, seeing Mu Xiaming's swaying eyes, Han Qing changed his words, "All of them."

Mucha, "There is no problem."

The girl clapped her paws together and sang the birthday song in a playful tone.

The sound is soft and crunchy.

The corners of the lips are warped.

The eyes are bright.

"Okay, let's start making a wish." Mucha said lying on the table.

Han Qingshi did not close his eyes, quietly looking at the flickering candlelight, and Mu Xia's eyes behind the firelight.

Ten seconds later, she leaned forward and blew out the candle.

My first full birthday.

Simple and pure.

Mucha took out the paper plate and cut a piece of cake for Han Qingshi.

"Mr. Han, please." Mu Xia said with an overly cute smile.

Han Qing was not in a hurry to pick it up, looking at her cunning that was not completely concealed under her obedience, and said, "What bad thoughts are there again?"

Mu Xia's teary eyeballs dare not look directly at her, "Where is it, sincerity."

Han Qingshi believed that she was haunted, and looked down at the cake on the plate carefully - a dog's paw stepped on a chocolate sign with 'Mr. Han, happy birthday' written on it.

It turned out to be waiting for her here.

Han Qing curled his lips, pinched the chocolate card with his slender fingertips, and called out to Mu Xia, whose eyes kept drifting towards him, "Xia Xia."

Mucha was surprised by the nickname that appeared in Han Qingshi's mouth again, and subconsciously opened his mouth, "Ah? Huh!" The chocolate card was stuffed into Han Qingshi's mouth, and the sweetness quickly spread, overshadowing the surprise.

Mucha pursed her lips and gave up resisting.

OK.

Those who deceive people will be exposed instead.

She lost again.

but……

It shouldn't be too bad to be able to make Han Qing laugh.

When Mu Xia met Han Qing, his eyes were filled with softness, and he smiled and also bent his eyes.

In the quiet office, one of the two was leaning on the sofa, and the other was kneeling on the carpet, chatting one after another.

Occasionally laughing or getting annoyed, the voices all come from Mucha.

It's clearly out of tune with the seriousness here, but Han Qingshi doesn't want to say 'no' to her.

"I'll answer the email and take you back to school later." Han Qingshi said, and when he got up, he called the driver and asked him to wait downstairs in advance.

unexpected.

Han Qing held another video conference temporarily.

It was over half an hour later.

Not far away, Mucha was still sitting on the carpet, while his upper body lay motionless on the sofa, as if he had fallen asleep.

Han Qing walked over with light steps, squatted beside Mu Xia, and called her, "Musia."

Didn't move.

Squeeze the tender cheeks.

Still not moving.

Han Qing was happy.

As for Mucha, she sells one for sure.

When you get to the negotiating table, you don't have to be serious.

"Ding!" The clock said 12 o'clock.

Han Qingshi didn't dare to delay any longer. He patted Mu Xia's shoulder and raised his voice, "Musia, I'm going back."

Mucha finally sat up in a daze, his eyes were straight, his cheeks were flushed, and he could smell a strong smell of alcohol when he opened his mouth to exhale.

When Han Qing thought of something, he turned sideways to look at the wine under the table.

Sure enough, Mucha drank up the remaining half of the bottle.

"Thirsty." Mu Xia was like a child learning to speak, and he pronounced his words very hard. Han Qing couldn't laugh or cry when he heard that, even if he was thirsty, he couldn't drink wine as water.

"Do you still know who I am?" Han Qing asked, wanting to confirm how drunk Mu Xia was.

But she just looked at her without speaking, her eyes were fixed, staring at her... lips for a moment.

I remembered the afternoon when I called Mu Xia to work overtime.

Han Qing relaxed his attitude, and said in an aboveboard manner, "Do you want to kiss me?"

Mu Xia was confused and couldn't understand, he thought for a long time before he nodded honestly and said, "I think so."

"why?"

"nice!"

"anything else?"

"..."

Mucha didn't speak again.

Han Qingshi knew that his question was too difficult for her, so he shook his head helplessly and prepared to give up.

Mu Xia suddenly raised his eyes, and looked at her without avoiding.

Hazy and bright.

After watching for a long time, it is easy to be led by her nose.

Han Qingshi avoided, grabbed Mu Xia's wrist, trying to pull her up.

Before she could use her strength, the drunken girl quickly came up to her, so close to her nose that her eyes met.

At that moment, Han Qingshi seemed to hear his own heartbeat, fast and heavy.

Mucha, who was drunk, remained calm.

She rubbed her nose against her, smiling happily.

He quickly licked his lips again, touching her tentatively.

One touch away.

A long silence followed.

Only those bright eyes never left.

Han Qing looked back at Mu Xia, his half-squatting posture remained unchanged, and his irregular heartbeat was amplified in the silence of the room.

a long time.

Han Qingshi, who has never been defeated in the mall, handed over the white flag to Mu Xia, "Musia, don't look at me like that, otherwise..."

call--

Han Qing let out a long breath, not daring to let her emotions continue to ferment, but she couldn't control Mu Xia from fanning the flames.

Mu Xia understood what Han Qing said, and said aggrievedly, "I didn't look at you."

"..." Han Qing lost his temper, "Then who are you looking at?"

Mu Xia raised his hand, and stroked Han Qing's slightly parted lips because of the question with his cold fingertips, "It."

Clean and neat, straight to the heart.

The last line of defense in Han Qingshi's mind was broken.

Without any hesitation, after Mucha finished saying "it", she quickly pulled her hand to her side, and at the same time pressed her right knee, knelt on the ground like her, wrapped her waist with one hand, and pressed it with the other. The back of his neck, pressing her hard against himself.

No probing.

Han Qingshi has always been used to getting straight to the point.

Even if it's just boring lips and tongue wanting to stir, it's like pressing a fire, and after a while, Mu Xia has difficulty breathing and feels hot all over.

When she hugged Han Qing weakly, she finally found a gap, and immediately begged her softly for mercy.

Han Qing listened to her and slowed down.

Hooked out her soft tongue, bit it gently, and waited quietly.

When she couldn't hold it anymore, she sneaked away from between her pressed lips.

That slippery friction is the ultimate she likes.

"Is it hot?" Han Qing asked Mu Xia, touching the warmth in Mu Xia's hair roots.

Mucha has completely lost the ability to think, his body is as limp as a paralyzed water, always sliding down, unable to hold him.

Han Qing simply leaned his back on the sofa, let her sit on him, then bent one leg, let her fall to his side, and took her into his arms.

Mucha felt comfortable, but his mind was still confused, and his cold hands tended to warm instinctively.

When she touched Han Qing's waist and abdomen, her stretched body suddenly tightened.

It's too cold.

Mu Xia seemed to like it very much, and he never moved after leaving it alone, only turning his palms occasionally.

Warm the palm of your hand, and warm the back of your hand again, neither side will treat you badly.

Han Qingshi didn't have the tolerance to be a warm baby for no reason.

As much as she gave out, she must get back as much.

Slowly, the movement of lightly touching Yu Mucha's lips began to move inward.

Press her tongue.

From light to heavy, to breath entanglement, intimate kisses.

Finally, they touched her forehead and said in a voice that only they could hear: "Xia Xia, next time, it won't be so simple."

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