Warning, too cute! [Quick Transmigration]

Simpson maintained the posture of getting up, one hand was about to give the coat to Baitang, and the wrist of the other hand was held by the slender and soft fingers. Baitang's words were like a hammer, knocking him blind Venus.

Can't wear clothes?

Taking these words apart, Simpson could recognize each word, but once they were put together, he suddenly didn't understand the meaning.

It's not that I don't understand, it's that I don't dare to understand, and I'm afraid that I will interpret it wrong.

He lowered his head with difficulty, held his breath and looked at the person lying in the catnip bushes. The beauty's dark green eyes were clear and flawless, like translucent gems. The moment he looked up at Simpson, he looked like a The angel who strayed into the mortal world, at that moment, Simpson suddenly felt that he was a very evil existence.

Because he felt blasphemy against such a beautiful, pure, and flawless human being.

He should have to repent, drag out those shameful things, and throw them away.But those annoying thoughts that he wanted to get rid of more and more clamored in his mind.

The blood is boiling, and the body is coming from the dead body. He wants to take a deep breath to calm down, but what he inhales deeply into his mouth and nose is a sweet and sinister fragrance. The six viscera poured into his limbs and bones, causing him to say, "I... come to help you."

Hoarseness.

Baitang imitated the little fox's innocent appearance, raised his brows slightly, and opened his eyes slightly, so as to appear innocent, he said softly: "Okay."

Simpson squatted down, because without this posture, the small tent without the cover of the coat would have nowhere to hide.

Thin beads of sweat emerged on Simpson's skin, and he sniffed, thinking that it's okay to sweat, and don't get a nosebleed.

The big white tiger in his heart covered his nose, wanting to warn viciously, but the actual effect of what he said was a stern voice: "If you dare to release the nosebleed, you will die!"

Big Claw also said: "Heng Heng is dead, I will chop you up!"

Pink Nose: "..."

After completing the mental construction, Simpson closed his eyes nervously in order not to see what he shouldn't see, then raised his coat, and stammered: "Put, stretch out your hand...."

Baitang, who was going to give Simpson some benefits, almost laughed out loud. He slowly sized up Simpson's useless and stupid appearance, and his eyes fell on the sweaty nose and tiger ears trembling slightly because of uneasiness.

promising.

Baitang covered his lips and smiled silently. He straightened up, sat in the catnip bushes, and then deliberately put his lips to the side of Simpson's neck, "Which hand?" The hot breath he exhaled stroked that hand like a feather Small areas of skin.

Simpson's earlobe was instantly congested, red as agate, he lost his soul, his breathing was unsteady, and after thinking for a long time, he said in a low hoarse voice: "It's all, it's okay."

This appearance made Baitang want to tease him even more. He had never seen the pitiful appearance of "Mr. Su" who was so helpless and at the mercy of others. Before, whether it was Mr. Sloth or a fox, teasing Baitang was like a natural skill. Baitang thought every Mr. Su was extra alluring, but never expected...

Ten years is not too late for the so-called gentleman's revenge. Baitang was gearing up to wash away his shame. Seeing Simpson's eyes closed and his eyelashes fluttering wildly, he smiled meaningfully.

Because Simpson closed his eyes, his other senses were extremely sensitive. He could smell a more intense fragrance floating in the air. He was wondering if this was his own illusion, when something as soft as feathers suddenly touched the corners of his lips. touched.

A tingling sensation like an electric current shot up from the spine to the Tianling Gai.

The brown eyes opened instantly, and Simpson stared at Baitang with wide eyes, showing a hint of disbelief in his dumbfounded expression, "You, you, you..." He couldn't utter a complete sentence.

On the contrary, Baitang, who had done something bad, looked at him without changing his expression, and said naturally: "I was thinking, with my left hand—" The fingertips of his left hand slightly brushed Simpson's lips, causing the familiar tingling sensation.

"Still using the right hand—" The soft right hand stroked Simpson's chin as gently as a lover's cheek.

The attitude of the other party was too calm and composed, which made Simpson feel that he was making too much fuss.

"Which hand do you think I should reach out?" The pale pink lips slightly raised, drawing out a seductive arc that made Maomao restless.

So the big cat looked at Baitang dully, unable to speak.

In a trance, Baitang had an illusion that he was the river god, and he was asking the big cat who lost something: "Honest big cat, please tell me, did you lose this Jintangtang, or this one?" Is it only Yintangtang?"

Big Cat replied: "All, both are fine."

Baitang was amused by his own thoughts. He stretched out his left hand and put it under Simpson's eyes. The tempting fragrance poured into his nose. Simpson subconsciously took a breath, and the small tent below became bigger. Fortunately, Baitang only paid attention to The embarrassment on Simpson's face did not pay too much attention to the embarrassment in other aspects.

Simpson held Baitang's left hand carefully, as if he was dealing with a fragile object that needed careful care. He found the left cuff of his coat, and gently put Baitang's left glove into the sleeve.

Then he stood up nervously, walked around behind Baitang, unfolded the right part of his coat, "stretch out the left hand, no, the right hand." Simpson was so nervous that he slipped his tongue, it's not because his mental quality is too bad... Okay , part of it is indeed to blame his psychological quality, but more of the reason is that the enemy is too strong.

Even though the dark hair is draped over the back, covering most of the skin, you can still see the slim and smooth curve of the back, especially the butterfly bone, which is a curve from the back to the buttocks. The sudden ups and downs are charming but not Looks frivolous, maybe because everything in front of me is black and white, black and white, white and white, clean to the extreme, unexpectedly showing charming and beautiful colors.

Before seeing this scene, Simpson never thought that black and white could make up such a bright picture. When his nose got hot, he had another nosebleed.

At this moment, Simpson really wanted to take off his socks and stuff them into his nostrils!Blocked!Make it another nosebleed! ! !

Ah!

The big cat, who was so angry that he wanted to cry, didn't care about his blushing and shyness. He quickly helped Baitang get dressed, pinched his nose, raised his head, and tried every means to stop the bleeding.

During the period when the nosebleed was stopped, Simpson thought a little self-destructively, or he would lose his face if he died like this.

Nosebleeds at every turn!It will appear that he is a person who has never seen the world, or is a particularly lustful hungry ghost!It's not a good image anyway!

Why is this so, obviously he is the most popular bachelor, everyone from the daughter of the chancellor of the finance minister to the little kitten in ordinary people's homes wants to marry him and become the empress...

No... Maybe marrying him is not the point, but becoming an empress is the point.

Simpson, who has suddenly been sublimated in a life of doubt, thought unrequitedly.

"Are you okay?" The soft greeting in his ear interrupted Simpson's inner activities. Simpson sniffed and felt that there was no more nosebleed, so he looked down at Baitang.

At first, Baitang, who had no clothes on, seduced Simpson. Naively, Simpson thought that when Baitang put on his coat, he would stop exuding charm.

However, it turned out that his idea was completely wrong!

As a white tiger orc, Simpson was tall and strong, and his coat was custom-made to match his figure, so he wore a just-fit coat on Simpson and a dress on Baitang.

The hem of the clothes just reached the bottom of Baitang's thighs, barely covering the important parts. Because Simpson pulled the buttons violently before, this jacket has no buttons now, so Baitang can only grab the clothes with his hands and close the gap between Cover it up manually, but no matter how well you hold it with two hands, it is no more powerful than ten buttons, so the whiteness of the chest and abdomen are faintly exposed.

Simpson's coat was still extravagant with red background and gold trim. Wearing it on Simpson's body was flamboyant and flaunting his wealth. Wearing it on Baitang's body almost killed him.

Such flamboyant and gorgeous red, such extravagant gold that rots to the bones, such pure and flawless white that is covered with soft light.

There is a saying that you still hold a pipa and half cover your face, there is a word called "boyfriend coat", and there is a nosebleed man named Simpson.

Simpson's nose became hot, and blood flowed out of his nose happily. He covered his nose and pretended to be calm: "I'm fine."

Baitang held back his laughter until he felt uncomfortable, he tried his best to manage his expression well, and put on a worried look: "You've lost so much blood, it doesn't look like you're okay."

Simpson stiffened his neck and said, "I'm really fine. You, are you tired? Let's find a place to sit." Otherwise, with two long white legs dangling in front of him, he might really want to Became the first emperor to die from excessive nosebleeds.

In the future, history books will record this period of history, so that good official history can be written as a joke.

The big white tiger sniffed a little bit aggrievedly, and said with blood on his face: "There are chairs over there, but don't move, there are permissions set in this castle, only I can move around here freely, and others may be attacked at any time." .”

Baitang, who knew everything, pretended to be surprised, and said in amazement: "What, what's going on?" His expression was very white, weak, pitiful and helpless, which aroused Simpson's full desire to protect.

Simpson quickly comforted: "Don't be afraid, I am the emperor Simpson of the empire, this is my castle, I can open the authority for you, and you will be able to enter and exit here freely in the future."

Baitang continued to say softly and softly: "Really? Thank you so much..." His dark green eyes were as clear as after being washed with water. He seemed to have suddenly realized something, and his tone rose slightly, "You are a member of the Empire." The emperor?" There was a trace of worship in the voice.

This trace of admiration is like candy, comforting His Majesty Simpson who was hit by the "nosebleed". His Majesty Simpson proudly puffed up his chest, thinking in his heart, yes, I am still the emperor?Thinking about it this way, I am not useless in front of my sweetheart?

So Big Maomao was in a good mood, the frustration on his face was swept away, and his brown eyes seemed to be shining.

Baitang witnessed the whole process of Simpson changing his face, he thought lightly in his heart↓