Chapter 41

In a daze, Xiao Song felt as if someone was touching her face. The man's movements were very gentle, as if touching her lover's face. The temperature when her cheeks were touched by her fingertips were very clear, warm and soft, which made her couldn't help but want to get close. She opened her mouth, but she couldn't spit out a word. When she was drowsy, she heard a deep and beautiful voice whispering in her ear: "... So you don't want to stay with me? Do you really want to escape? If you knew early that you would fall into such a awkward situation, would you still be so determined... It's really curious... Today, master, have you ever regretted it? Isn't it good to stay by my side instead of suffering like this... I like the master so much..."

It's intermittent and not very clear. Xiao Song's confused brain can't turn around, but he just thinks that the sound is beautiful and a little inexplicably familiar...

Who is it?

Obviously, it uses such a gentle tone, but why is it hard cold and deep anger under the soft package?

Miss Xiao Song, who is weak, has an amazing intuition.

I can't tell whether the person is an enemy or a friend, and whether she will send her to heaven in advance. Xiao Song trembling more and more... And the next second, she was embraced into a warm embrace, and the warmth in the cold was very nostalgic, even fascinated and intoxicated... She could no longer care whether the other party was malicious to her. I was greedy for a moment of warmth like a stupid moth, and I don't know where the strength came from. I almost instinctively shrank to the man, stretched out my hand, hugged the warmth tightly, and didn't want him to let him leave.

It's so warm...

Her cold hand unruly probed into the man's clothes, trying to absorb more...

The man was pregnant with a thin waist and seemed to be stunned. His body was slightly stiff, and he retreated slightly uncomfortally. Even if Xiao Song was not fully awake, his body instinct was still there. He immediately reached out and grabbed the man's skirt and tried to open his eyes, but his eyelids seemed to weigh a thousand pounds. , she trembling her lips and muttered, "Don't go... Don't, leave... I'm cold... so cold..."

The man paused for a moment, as if he didn't expect that this woman who usually looked down on others would put herself so low at such a time. For a long time, he put his backhand around Xiao Song's thin cold body, held her buttocks to let her sit on her thighs, grabbed her upper body, let her face lean on his chest, and picked her up as if holding a baby. He lowered his head, hanging his long eyelashes, his slightly thin lips against her ear, and whispered similar vows: "I won't leave... How can I give up?" The last sentence is a little distant and empty, like a sigh.

After all, the ground is cold, and her repeated condition has nothing to do with this. In contrast, the man's body is full of comfortable heat, and Xiao Song naturally likes the latter more. The hard-won warmth is really precious. Xiao Song was afraid that it would leave the next second and held him tightly and refused to let go. "Don't... leave..." She muttered inaudiblely.

A warm kiss fell on the corners of her lips, and the man's low voice sounded again: "Today, you want me to stay, in the future... I won't leave, and you can't leave again."

"Well..." She was so confused that she couldn't hear what the other party was saying at all. She only faintly knew from the strength of the man holding her that he would probably not leave. With a sigh of relief, she felt more and her hands and feet cold. Some of the heat absorbed from him made her body a little flexible. She slowly regained her body's self-control. Her cold hands seemed to have long eyes and tentatively penetrated into the man's skirt... The warmth brought by the connection with **'s warm skin made her whole body comfortable, and she could feel the man It seemed that she trembled slightly because of the coldness, and a layer of light goose bumps appeared on the originally smooth skin, but she did not refuse her touch.

This is a good phenomenon...

Even if Miss Xiao Song, who is best at kicking her nose and face, has lost her reason, she has not lost this instinct. She tested his bottom line little by little, even if she didn't realize it at all... The man's skirt had been pulled open by her, revealing his white and thin chest, and his body was covered with thin muscles, which looked very powerful. Xiao Song's hand went all the way down from his chest and wandered around his waist. He felt the tight muscles under his hand and finally stayed on the man's lower abdomen, where the temperature was the highest, as if there was a flame burning burning underneath, almost burning her hand. This discovery surprised her very much. She repeatedly put her hand on the tight and smooth skin, and felt that the cold hand slowly regained consciousness... The person holding her snorted, which seemed unbearable. She suddenly grabbed her restless hands and smiled happily and depressedly: "Master is really So enthusiastic... I also miss the master's body very much, but unfortunately, the master can't stand it.

That said, he suddenly pulled off her clothes, and her skin suddenly made Xiao Song very uncomfortable in the cold air. She shivered and rushed into the man's arms and shouted glutinously, "Cold..." as if she were acting coquettishly.

The man took off his coat and spread it on a relatively dry stone floor. He pressed Xiao Song on the open clothes and casually pulled off the remaining clothes on her body... From the beginning, he found that although the clothes on the master was a little dry, they were damp. Xiao Song couldn't defeat his strength and soon lost an inch. She felt cold and subconsciously shrank into a ball. Xiao Qiu strongly straightened her hands and feet and then covered her body.

Xiao Song felt the temperature of the man's skin getting hotter and hotter in the cold air, and soon stopped tangling. With a "uh", she wrapped it like an octopus... She was drowsy and didn't see the man raising her eyebrows slightly after seeing her active and relying action. How could she ever be so close to him? Close? Since the window paper was broken, the way she looked at him... She always escaped with disgust and fear, and even touching his skin was unbearable... Maybe she didn't even notice it herself?

He just likes her.

Because I like it, I want to get close and touch... Why? Why do you hate him so?! Why do you look at him as if you were looking at dirty things? Why hide from him? Why...unacceptable?

Does he like her like this?

Clearly... she said she liked him, didn't she? Since you said you liked it at the beginning, why don't you continue to like it?

No matter how nice it is, it's just a lie after all.

The teenager's eyes darkened, and he put his backhand around the woman's slender waist, and his arms were suddenly filled, making him almost unable to sigh.

Maybe it's not good to get sick like this...

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When Xiao Song woke up, it was already three poles in the sun.

The first thing she saw was Xiao Qiu's sleeping face, with a quiet and peaceful expression, beautifully dazzling. For a moment, she doubted whether she had not left the Ziqing School... After all, such a scene coincided with that day, giving people an indescribable sense of subtlety. The difference is that this is not the Ziqing School, but just a simple cave; she is not her comfortable and familiar big **, but... lying on Xiao Qiu, Xiao Qiu's young man lay on the ground as a cushion, with his hands tightly around her waist o(╯□╰)o!

She can't sneak away as if nothing has happened in this posture!

Why is this so?

The position changes instantly, which is really a little sad...

Fortunately, the only thing that can comfort her is that although she feels a little sore, she doesn't feel uncomfortable in her lower body. I guess... the integrity is still there.

She was a little distracted and tried to recall the cause of this matter... What was embarrassing was that it really reminded her... However, she probably didn't think of it would be better. By the way, did she take the initiative again in yesterday's situation?!

She took the initiative to hug the teenager... She took the initiative to touch the teenager... She took the initiative to beg him not to leave...

The active product must not be her!

She looked at the sleeping beautiful teenager under her with a complicated look and was very entangled.

The teenager suddenly opened a pair of paint-like eyes and looked straight to her, with a shallow curvature on the corners of his mouth: "Master, are you better?"

"Why are you here?" After saying that, she felt that she was too inaudible. How could this tone sound like questioning... Although she didn't like others to follow him, why? Did Mao have a sense of ecstasy guilt after saying this? It's like doing something wrong?

This is unscientific!

Even if he was disliked so obviously, Xiao Qiu was not angry, but said lightly, "Where is the master, Qiu'er is naturally there."

"Why...why..." She was a little stammered, and the shameless girl couldn't take off her momentum on this ** topic. "Qiuer, you shouldn't take off my clothes!"

He was very calm: "The master's clothes are wet and it's not good for his body."

Xiao Song was a little angry: "You can obviously dry it for me with internal force!"

He said lightly, "Qiu'er is on her way all night, and her internal strength is weak."

Xiao Song: "..."

He said again, "What's more, Qiu'er and the master have already had a skin relationship, so they don't have to avoid suspicion, right?"

"...You let go and be a teacher."

He didn't even think about it: "I won't let it go."

Is it really okay to refuse her request so calmly?

Xiao Song exploded in an instant, which was going to go against the rhythm! She struggled very irrationally and tried to get rid of his imprisonment... But she didn't expect that during this struggle, the breath of the undeveloped man under her became thicker and heavier. The hand that was just holding her waist was changed to pinch her waist and bring it to herself fiercely.

I felt the hot temperature under my body, and Xiao Song was stunned at that time.