Master, he never speaks

Zhu Hanshuang: "..."

Zhu Hanshuang heard what Zhu Jixiu said, and the various experiences of the two of them last night were still emerging in his mind, Zhu Jixiu's scorching breath, whispering in his ears, the strength of kneading his waist...

The more he thought about it, Zhu Hanshuang slowly closed his eyes. He couldn't see Zhu Jixiu's face now, especially when Zhu Jixiu looked at him, which made Zhu Hanshuang's whole body numb.

The master is not wearing any clothes now, he moved his sore body reluctantly, and shrank into the quilt to cover up the ambiguous traces of his body, but obviously Zhu Jixiu didn't want to give him a chance to hide his embarrassment.

Zhu Jixiu: "Master, you are shy now, isn't it a bit late?"

Zhu Jixiu walked to the side of the bed, put the bamboo basket in his hand on the ground casually, and then grabbed the quilt that Zhu Hanshuang used to hide his shame with one hand, with a little effort, he lifted the quilt a little distance away, and tilted his head , peeking at the great spring under the quilt.

Zhu Jixiu: "Ah, so many traces."

Zhu Jixiu looked at Zhu Hanshuang with a smile, and there was a little frivolity in his eyes. Zhu Jixiu, who finally came back ten years later, seemed to be very different from ten years ago.

Zhu Jixiu ten years ago, in order to make Zhu Hanshuang happy, so he didn't dare to touch Zhu Hanshuang, only in the dead of night, he would use a little trick to hook Zhu Hanshuang's finger secretly.

But ten years later, Zhu Jixiu became even more daring, not to mention he didn't dare to take the initiative to touch him. Last night he tortured Zhu Hanshuang to death. He didn't look like Zhu Jixiu, but he was I wish Jixiu.

Zhu Hanshuang: "Zhu Jixiu..."

Zhu Hanshuang couldn't take it anymore, and called Zhu Jixiu's name, he raised his arm, and pushed Zhu Jixiu's body away with his hands.

Zhu Jixiu: "Master, use more strength, how can you push me like this."

Zhu Jixiu chuckled lightly, and pressed down a little more, looking like a stinky hooligan, Zhu Hanshuang's face turned red with anger.

System: [Hey, what is this little fox going to do?so bad!It's too bad! 】

The little system was gearing up, rolled up his sleeves, and looked like he was going to fight Zhu Jixiu, but Zhu Hanshuang inexplicably saw the strange excited light in the eyes of the little system.

Zhu Hanshuang raised her eyes expressionlessly, glared at Zhu Jixiu, and then wanted to bend down to get the clothes on the bedside, but Zhu Jixiu grabbed his wrist, and then Zhu Jixiu held his slender wrist Pressed against the edge of the pillow.

Zhu Hanshuang: "!!!"

Zhu Jixiu: "Master, do you dare to have a little excitement early in the morning?"

Zhu Jixiu looked at Zhu Hanshuang with a smile on his face, his sluggish energy made his teeth itch. Zhu Hanshuang tried to move his body, but when he found that he couldn't move, he closed his eyes and turned his head to one side, wishing casually. Ji repaired.

Zhu Jixiu: "Why, Master doesn't want to talk to me?"

Zhu Jixiu's body lowered down, he gently rubbed Zhu Hanshuang's neck with his tall nose bridge, his eyes were deep, and his hands quietly got under the quilt, and said:

Zhu Jixiu: "Master, talk to me more, and I will let you go if you talk more, okay, huh?"

Zhu Hanshuang: "..."

Of course Zhu Hanshuang also wants to talk more, but Goubi Lord God doesn't give him the right to say hello!