I am forced to roll into a disk star leader

Hot water spouted from the faucet, wetting the boy's black hair, and the white shower gel was squeezed into foam, wiped over the white and solid body, and slid down along the beautiful waistcoat line.

Qian Feng's thoughts are flying, she is actually a person who is good at introspection and self-examination, her eyes are quite calm to observe the various situations of life, and then use her own subjective to confuse the situation to achieve the desired goal.

Otherwise, she wouldn't have been dancing the golden snake on everyone's bottom line for so many years and still be unscathed, she thought proudly.

However, although it was an accident to come to another world this time, I have gained quite a lot, although the original intention of solving gender conversion has not been solved at all.

But she signed a transaction agreement with Il fans to jointly promote the friendly development of the two worlds. She also learned an explosive news from him. Although she fought recklessly with the little dwarf, her physical skills have improved... ...

Oh, and there are some new problems, too.

Jie seems to be in a bad state of mind because he has been in the Phantom Troupe for a long time. Maybe he is suffering from a second-year illness. She needs to find some time to enlighten him.

And Wu, after getting on the airship, he seemed a little depressed. He only ate two buttered potatoes and two pieces of cake for dinner, and he didn't know where he went. This was very abnormal.

Maybe it’s the big uncle. Although there is no such thing, scientific research shows that men and women will have a few days of malaise every month and need someone...

etc!He is in the body of a woman now, so it must be that he has really come to the big aunt, right?

Thinking of his childish face, his cheeks were slightly puffed up because of his unhappiness, and his slender and beautiful fingers were stuck on his cheeks, like poking a soft flower, because he might yell at any time because he was unhappy.

Kind of like laughing.

Turn off the faucet, and the boy in the mirror is wearing a white bathrobe, his black hair is wet behind his head, his eyes are moist golden, his cheeks and even his chest are pink, his lips are bright red, how A gorgeous color after a bath.

Qianfeng opened the frosted glass door, went to find a hair dryer to dry her hair, and paused.

There was an unexpected guest on her bed.

"If you eat potato chips on my bed again, I will throw you down." Qian Feng threatened.

Gojo Satoru snorted heavily, did not speak, and put the potato chips aside obediently. He collapsed on the bed, his slender limbs occupying the entire bed, spreading out like a cat, revealing his soft belly.

But Qianfeng ignored him, found the hair dryer, plugged it in, and sat on the sofa with his legs crossed, ready to dry his hair.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..."

Sure enough, Gojo Satoru, who hadn't received enough attention, started to make a fuss, blocked his mouth with his palms moving far and near, outputting a tune from his throat, and began to scream strangely like a big cat.

Qian Feng was startled, immediately turned off the hair dryer, rushed over and quickly covered his mouth.

It was so late, and many people on the airship had already fallen asleep. In order to save the weight of the airship, the partitions between rooms were designed to be relatively thin.

Therefore, poor sound insulation is a very normal thing.

Xia Youjie was still asleep in the room next to her. He hadn't had much rest in the Phantom Brigade for the past few days. The dark circles under his eyes were comparable to those of nitrous. After boarding the airship, he ate something and went back to the room to rest. It's not good to wake him up.

"In the middle of the night, don't disturb the people."

Gojo Satoru blinked, indicating that he understood.

But he thought about it again, language is the tool to express thoughts, so his lips were slightly opened, and by the pretext of saying 'yes', his soft lips and tongue inadvertently brushed against the dry palm.

The palm of his hand was slightly moist, Qian Feng froze for a moment, his pupils darkened a lot for a moment, but they returned to normal immediately.

"You don't sleep in your own room, what are you doing in my room?" She pushed Gojo Satoru away like a ruthless man.

Gojo Satoru laughed foolishly for a while, then coquettishly acted recklessly, shaking her shoulders with both hands: "Because I'm bored, Jie fell asleep, and no one will play with me, will you play with me? Well~"

Shenzi still has great strength after her sexual transformation, and her skill of acting like a baby has become more and more proficient. Jiao Didi begged her, and Qianfeng also felt that he might have lost his mind tonight, otherwise why would he agree to play such a boring game of flying chess with him? .

But after a few rounds, it's still pretty fun, she was referring to the fact that the winner can flick the loser's brains.

Gojo Satoru had a gloomy face and rubbed his red forehead, there were clearly clear finger prints on it.

He was a fool to think that the two of them would be able to get closer by playing games.

Huh, but are you going to say that she's only thinking about winning the game and then talk about his brain crashing?

He doesn't think so, she is not the kind of blunt guy, she looks careless on the surface, but in fact she understands those turbulent rivers hidden in the dark better than anyone else.

So she can only do it on purpose.

Hurt him on purpose, release his bad nature on purpose, tell him not to go any further, just stay in the current relationship.

But why can't I help but leave some bait like feeding rabbits?

A passionate kiss, a gentle touch on the head, and countless indulgences.

What are you talking about, friend, is this treating him like a rabbit like everyone else?

Displeased, displeased, since he was a child, it was only others who accommodated him. He had never listened to others obediently like a dog.

He doesn't want to play any ambiguous games, if he wants to play, he has to play with real knives and guns.

It's not going to go her way.

Ah, he seems to be even more excited.

"Stop playing, change to another game!" Wujo Satoru announced loudly.

Chikaze started to feel sleepy, thinking that Gojo Satoru had finally come up with some interesting game, but unexpectedly it was blowing her hair.

"Because I'm a girl, do you think I'm a Barbie doll? Wu girl." Qianfeng yawned and teased, obviously sleepy, and cooperated with his game.

Gojo Satoru: "..."

He twitched the corners of his mouth, conniving again, he's been spoiled already.

The hair dryer is plugged in, and the whistling white noise is the best hypnotic, like the gentle wind among the hills, the moist rain during the rainy season, and the whirring of whales in the bay.

The soft fingertips shuttled between the black hair, twisted the wet black hair, rubbed it, the wind blew, the soft hair became fluffy and open like a flower, and the scalp was extremely refreshed and relaxed.

She half-closed her eyes in the howling warm wind, and everything around her became extremely comfortable. The lips in front of her opened and closed, and the conspicuous pink lips were plump, like the juiciest one among red pomegranates.

Wu's hair-drying skills are not bad, Qian Feng thought in a daze.

"hiss--"

The pain in her earlobe made her eyes wide open, and she woke up for a moment. She knelt on the white sheet, her bathrobe was half opened, and looked around suspiciously.

Why did you blow your hair and come to bed?

"Well~ I'm sorry, it looks so delicious, I couldn't hold it in for a while." The voice of the visitor was a little hoarse, and the canine teeth were grinding on the earlobe, like some kind of cat.

Gojo Satoru wrapped her arms around her, and folded her long legs, letting her lean on them.

Although he had turned into a female body because of the hormonal biscuit, his stature hadn't changed much. He was tall and icing, and the smell of icing sugar was as strong as ever. His whole body seemed to have been soaked in a sea of ​​honey and syrup.

"But Qian Fengfeng, your eyes are like honey, can I swim in them?" Gojo Satoru acted coquettishly, as if whispering.

Good guy, where did I learn this rustic love story, Qian Fengfeng said all the repetitions, she wanted to hit him a little bit, but facing this girly cheek, she really couldn't do it .

"Ah, is there such a disgusting thing?" Gojo Satoru complained in a low voice.

Of course, she nodded.

"That's all right, I'll act directly." It was still that sticky tone.

what?

A piece of sweet chocolate was stuffed into the mouth, and then another tongue pried open the lips and teeth, the chocolate melted in the scorching mouth, it turned out to be a sandwich chocolate, most of the spicy wine entered Qianfeng's stomach.

Qian Feng almost choked: "Ahem, you fucking—"

"Do you want to kiss me?"

Gojo Satoru suddenly hugged her tightly, his tone was soft, with a hint of coaxing, and his strength was amazing, his beautiful cheeks were flushed, like a smashed red rose, he was slightly drunk.

Maomao's sudden weakness must be deceitful, but Qianfeng, who is not clear-headed, didn't realize this. She sneered, and asked if this was interesting after kissing it. It turned out to be drunk chocolate.

"Do you like me~"

Qian Feng kept his face cold.

The slimy begging came again, the brilliance flowed in the blue eyes, cats are really good at deceiving people.

Suddenly, she remembered what the frivolous red-haired man told her, that the strong should do whatever they want, and Qian Feng agreed and disagreed.

Too much freedom will lead to libertines, and too strict will lead to ascetics. Obviously, it is not good to go to either extreme. Only by taking the middle value between the two can we move towards eternal glory.

But damn Hisoka had a point.

For a young man like her, there was nothing wrong with Ximu Shaoai, it could even be said to be absolutely right, there was no need to deliberately control herself.

The atmosphere is so good now, the lighting is very comfortable, the temperature of the air conditioner is just right, and the humidity of the humidifier is moist. Everything is just right, making her feel very comfortable. It’s okay to relax a little, so she moves freely.

She finally seemed to be bewitched, and her mood brightened inexplicably, Qian Feng gave her actions without hesitation, cupped her face, and kissed carefully.

In the hot and heavy kiss, the flame of love is artificially ignited and amplified in the intoxicated atmosphere, igniting a barren land, which cannot be extinguished by the wind, making the fire even more vigorous.

Gojo Satoru raised the corners of his lips in satisfaction, he was not drunk, his blue eyes were shining brightly, and the honey trap he set every step of the way finally brought their relationship one step closer.

Once you cross the line, you can't go back.

He looked at her almost mockingly, with a trace of nastyness, raised his chin so that she could kiss better, bit his lips and teeth on his Adam's apple, and he couldn't help grunting.

The bodies were pressed together tightly, and the entanglement of kisses and necks made his heart full and full, as if soaked by soft and slippery spring rain.

His little green plum, his dream, his love...

She kissed his ear, leaving some marks, and the feeling of sucking made his brain a little numb.

Water glistened from the eyes and pores, the face became drenched with sweat, and the white and black hairs were sticky and entangled, as if they were fished out of the water.

The sweet call surprised him: "No!"

Qian Feng was obviously a little flustered, and he smacked his lips to express his doubts: "Huh?"

Damn it, Gojo Goto's heart was shocked, but if he didn't eat the hormone biscuit, he would have rushed straight away.

However, he is a six-eyed, stunningly talented head of the Wutiao family, and a once-in-a-century genius. No matter what his first experience, he can't be like this. He can't be the one who is dominated, absolutely not.

So he maintained his only rationality and pushed her away.

Qian Feng stared at him dissatisfied, then yawned, since she didn't want it, she was going to turn around and lie down to sleep, but then she was grabbed by Gojo Satoru.

Gojo Satoru didn't speak, he just stared at those slender and white legs, he thought regretfully, how beautiful it would be if they were hung on his waist, and it would be nice to sit and hang them down.

"I really can't do anything about you. I can't bear to let you suffer. You are not so hard-hearted and let me be self-sufficient."

Although he complained so much, his eyes showed excitement. He licked her wrist, biting that arm with his sharp canine teeth, almost piercing the purple blood vessel.

"But we have to do it differently."

In the thick darkness like ink, only soft panting echoed in the room, and he had to free up one hand to cover the other's soft lips, complaining softly.

"Keep down, Jie is next door, do you want to wake him up?"

But the eyes are bright blue, and the movements are completely opposite to the words, as if trying to stir up more music and vainly trying to wake up the passengers next door.

Finally, the incandescent lamp was turned on, and the white halo above his head was a bit like an illusion when he climbed to the top. It is said that men will fall into the time of a wise man who is too sober afterwards, and Qianfeng is the same, extraordinarily sober.

At least for now, she really wanted to borrow a cigarette from Niozi.

The scene was reversed, Gojo Satoru was still lazily wiping his hands, he sniffed curiously, his brows furrowed and then relaxed.

"Qian Fengfeng, your taste is lighter than mine, but mine is sweet, hehe."

Damn, what is this cat talking about, you must not let him go out and talk to others, Qian Feng thought to himself.