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When the slender fingers completely undid the last button of the jacket, Fu Xiao woke up.Mo Lan's eyes opened, not half confused, clear and clear, rational and clear.

Maybe she was just pretending to be asleep the whole time.

Boss Qiao propped his arms on the sheets on both sides of her side, looking down at her leisurely.

"I was caught raped in bed." Fu Xiao said suddenly.

Boss Qiao's arms softened, and he almost lay on top of her.

"Catching rape is not useful in bed." Boss Qiao's pale face turned green at this moment.

"Then how to use it?" Blinking his blue eyes, Fu Xiao humbly asked for advice.

"For example, when you saw me making out with another person..." Boss Qiao stopped talking.

Why should I explain to her?

Fu Xiao suddenly realized, nodded and said, "So that's how it is."

It's pointless to say more, it's a waste of saliva, or the most practical action.Boss Qiao lowered his head and covered the lips of the man under him, and kissed deeply.

Fu Xiao unconsciously pressed her hands against the warm chest above, and felt the rhythmic beating of her heart through the fabric with her fingertips. She opened her eyes and looked at the handsome face who was close at hand. Still charming.

"Close your eyes when kissing." Qiao's voice became a little hoarse, as beautiful as brocade being torn open.

Fu Xiao closed his eyes docilely, his thick eyelashes curled up slightly, casting a faint shadow on the bottom of his eyes.

Without the expected kiss, Boss Qiao knelt on the bed and hugged her slender waist with one hand, while skillfully peeling off her blouse with the other hand.

With his palms pressed against the smooth skin around his waist, Boss Qiao could feel the person beneath him tremble unconsciously. His closed eyes did not open, but his eyelashes trembled uneasily, showing obvious tension.

The cold and hard lip line couldn't help but curved up, and the deep and hoarse voice revealed a slight smile: "If you call to stop, I will stop."

Fu Xiao opened one eye and asked, "Is it okay to call the card?"

"..." Do you think you are filming now?

After staring at each other for a while, Fu Xiao decided to compromise, and said with a little nerve-wracking: "Okay, I will call the card when necessary, please continue now."

"...is to stop." And, when is it necessary?

"You're so stubborn."

The original charming and ambiguous atmosphere dissipated in the meaningless conversation.

Boss Qiao stuffed her lips in resentment. This sweet, soft and intoxicating little mouth loves to spit out unpleasant words.

The fiery kiss moved down little by little, and the lips and teeth left a string of red marks on the delicate skin, like winter plums quietly blooming, extending from the neck to the waist and hips.

Every inch of Fu Xiao's body was full of temptation, like a delicious big pudding, which fascinated the all-powerful club boss deeply.

"Hurry up..." Fu Xiao murmured.

The slippery tongue drew a circle along the lovely belly button, Fu Xiao couldn't help trembling, subconsciously clenched his lower lip, not uttering a word in a low voice.

The belt at the top of the trousers has been undone, and the buttons are undone. Boss Qiao lowered his head and held (ahem) the metal zipper puller, and slowly pulled it down.

Fu Xiao twisted his body a little uneasy, crossed his hands on his chest, and hugged himself tightly.

"Don't be afraid." Boss Qiao comforted him softly.

"Not afraid, not afraid..." Fu Xiao repeated in a low voice, suddenly thought of something, his eyes lit up, "I am not afraid when I see cockroaches, my nerves are relatively strong, I am not afraid, I am not afraid, timidity will only make me more emaciated, and paralysis is also brave Performance……"

Boss Qiao stopped all movements and looked at her.

"Did you sing the wrong lyrics?" Fu Xiao asked uncertainly.

"Shut up." Bing Leng couldn't hide the trembling voice that was trembling with anger.

Eh, angry? "I just want to ease the atmosphere..." Fu Xiao pursed his lips.

Yeah, all the atmosphere has been relieved.Boss Qiao's face turned blue for a while.

Fu Xiao lifted the corner of his mouth and smiled tolerantly: "Forget it, let's continue."

What does it mean?

Boss Qiao bit the red spot on her chest punitively. He didn't really use much force, but managed to make Fu Xiao slightly terrified.

While the tip of the tongue was gently circling the beautiful little red dot, the big palm covered the little hand that was tightly grasping the bed sheet, the cold touch made Boss Qiao feel infinite love in his heart.

Gently and carefully opened her clenched fist, fingers slowly slipped between her fingers, and finally intertwined.

Fu Xiao turned his face away, his eyes fell on the tightly clasped hands, and his eyes suddenly became blurred.

The azure blue pupils are clear and beautiful, with a layer of watery color spreading out, like the surface of a lake surrounded by mist.

"What are you thinking?" Boss Qiao couldn't help asking.

That kind of expression, that kind of eyes, is similar to happiness, but also similar to sadness.

They are obviously two completely different feelings, but they are blended together, and it is impossible to turn a blind eye and let it go.

Fu Xiao came back to his senses, and asked softly: "What?"

"I ask you, what are you thinking?"

"I was thinking, why are we suddenly doing something like this?"

Boss Qiao moved her body up, put her head on the pillow she was resting on, and pressed her forehead against each other.

"Because I've thought about you Xiao for a long time."

While speaking, the movements of his hands did not stop, his fingers dexterously fiddled with the dogwood that he had licked and bitten just now, and kneaded it slowly, watching it harden (cough) in his palm with satisfaction.

Fu Xiao yawned and sighed helplessly: "I really can't help it."

Boss Qiao squinted his eyes and warned dissatisfiedly: "Don't be distracted."

"No distraction." Fu Xiao judged innocently.

What's with that yawn? "you want to sleep?"

"It's not that I thought, but that I was clearly asleep, but you woke me up."

"I said, if you say stop, I will stop."

"It's a card."

"..."

Fu Xiao avoided her eyes that seemed to be breathing fire, and muttered, "It doesn't matter if you don't stop, your massage makes me feel so comfortable."

Boss Qiao's face turned rosy from the anger.

A big hand landed on Fu Xiao's loose trousers, pulling it down inch by inch.

Perseverance is the principle of life for Boss Qiao.

The interrupted ambiguity continued, and the slender fingers penetrated into the soft and dense flower bushes, tentatively and lightly drawing circles outside.

"Fu Xiao..." A delicate kiss fell on her delicate and charming lips, but there was no response to her emotional cry.

"Fu Xiao, Fu Xiao, Fu Xiao..." Kissing all the way to the earlobe, his slightly hoarse voice was so sexy that he died, Fu Xiao shrank his head, and couldn't help but hugged the other's flexible waist.

"Call my name, Fu Xiao..." Urgently begging, the intertwined bodies are inseparable.

"What do you want me to call you?" The soft voice has not completely lost its reason, and is still calm.

Boss Qiao didn't answer, but buried his head in her neck, and his warm breath regularly sprinkled on her fair skin.

After a while, the hoarse voice recovered a bit of clarity: "Say you love me."

"I love you." This time, she got Fu Xiao's obedient response, but the repetition like babbling made her a little annoyed.

"You don't think so in your heart." I don't know who to hate, it's her or myself.After saying that sentence, the ferocious tone surprised me too.

Fu Xiao was not frightened, and asked with a smile, "Then what's on my mind?"

"Your heart has a password, and I can't decipher it." Is it because you can never figure out this person's thoughts that you are deeply attracted to her and can't extricate yourself?

"If life is just like the first meeting, you will never forget it." Fu Xiao said.

"What?" Boss Qiao was at a loss when he answered something that was not the question.

Fu Xiao laughed out loud: "Don't think about the password because there is no password. All along, you thought that I was guarding against you. In fact, why didn't you also guard against me?"

He couldn't tell if the speaker was unintentional, but Boss Qiao only felt that at that moment, a secret that was trying to hide in the bottom of his heart was exposed to the sun like a red fruit.

Suspicion and uneasiness welled up in my heart, that person is clearly close at hand, within reach, but why can't I grasp it?

In any case, by all means, get her.

Boss Qiao roughly pressed her down and continued with what he hadn't finished before.

If there is love between two people, of course they can do it. Only intimate contact in the name of love and mutual gratification can further sublimate love.

——However, is there love between them?

Boss Qiao didn't want to think about it.

The sudden resentment made her unable to maintain her previous gentleness, she demanded almost rudely from her, always feeling that she didn't want enough and hugged her thoroughly enough.

What does it take to truly own this person?

He kept saying "I love you" in a low voice, and received constant responses. It could be heard that Fu Xiao was indeed emotional, but it made her more conflicted and painful, love, hate, and intertwine.

Who is she loving, who is thinking in her mind at the moment, how much of her love is true and how much is false?

Once pursued, it will be endless.

After the passion, Fu Xiao really fell into a coma. Boss Qiao admitted that he was a very domineering person, taking what he gave and taking what he took, which made her exhausted and exhausted.

Drag out the box under the bed, open it, take out a half-old laptop, plug it in, and turn it on.

"If life is just like seeing you first..." She murmured this sentence repeatedly, staring fixedly at the English sentence on the screen prompting to enter the power-on password.

After getting through Yang Riqing's mobile phone number, she asked straightforwardly, "Do you know the day when Fu Xiao and I met for the first time?"

"Eh? You know, it's her birthday. She even hit us with a cake, making us covered in cream. It's hard to forget."

"How old are you?"

"what?"

"How old is her birthday?"

"Ten years old."

Quickly enter the year, month, and day on the keyboard, and a prompt pops up immediately: the password is correct, the computer is turning on, please wait...

After hanging up the phone, Boss Qiao looked at Fu Xiao who was sleeping soundly on the bed.

Is that hint a coincidence or intentional?

"Fu Xiao..." She walked up to her, wanting to shake her awake immediately, and interrogated roughly: What did you guess?Or, know what?

However, she just kissed her forehead after all.

The author has something to say:

It’s the first time to write the H plot (covering the face) and it’s a bit painful to write... I’m sure it’s more suitable for Shimizu.