Mu Anan's pounce was not so much a kiss as a gnawing.
Biting Qi Ye's lip bit by bit.
Qi Ye was about to pull away, but his body froze due to this mouthful.
I just felt that when I took a bite, it was both crispy and numb, spreading to the senses of the body, trying to swallow my reason little by little, and the thoughts of the inner demon came out crazily, wanting to completely punish this child on the spot.
But in the next second, such a crazy idea was suppressed by Zong Zhengyu.
He has always been rational, and there have been women who sent women to his bed before, and there were even more attractive and seductive women.
But he has always been indifferent.
But at this time, it was easy to be bitten by a child and his reason was crushed.
Relying on his strong reason and willpower, Zong Zhengyu forcibly suppressed the panic, pushed Mu Anan onto the sofa, and parted their lips.
He frowned and looked at the girl under him.
Under the influence of alcohol, she was laughing intoxicated, her face was reddish, her lips were crystal clear, and for some reason, she suddenly licked her lips!
Immediately, Zongzheng Yu felt a dry mouth, and his reason was once again challenged crazily.
It seems that there are countless small needles, poking Zongzhengyu's brain, heart, skin, blood vessels one after another
It doesn't hurt, but it's very numb, which makes people feel confused, and almost instinctively wants to bow their heads and taste the slightly opened mouth.
But the second his lips touched, Qi Ye suddenly opened his eyes, stood up quickly, and opened the distance between the two.
He kept rubbing between his brows to suppress the swelling feeling.
But Mu Anan, who was lying on the sofa, was restless.
Seeing Qi Ye get up and leave him, he felt sad.
She grabbed Zong Zhengyu's hand, and when she got up from the sofa, she jumped onto Zong Zhengyu's body from the side, her long hair scattered on her shoulders.
Hugging Zongzheng Yu's neck, his eyes were blurred, and his voice was aggrieved, "Are you going to distance yourself from me again?"
Zong Zhengyu originally wanted to pull Mu An'an down, but such shouts made him unable to push the child away.
Mu Anan wrapped his legs around Zongzheng Yu's waist, leaned his head on his shoulder, and patted him gently, "Be good, An An, be good, Master Qi hurts."
"An'an has to be good, otherwise Master Qi will not want it."
"An'an is only the Seventh Master, so be good."
Zong Zhengyu felt uncomfortable with this self-comforting murmur.
He sighed, hugged Mu An'an with one hand, grabbed the ice water on the table with the other hand and poured it down, which relieved the fire in his heart a little.
This is the child he raised.
A super insecure child who still needs his comfort and pet.
Zongzheng Yu stroked the back of Mu Anan's head, "Good boy."
He stroked over and over again, trying to put Mu An'an to sleep.
In the past, there was nothing wrong with Mu Anan drinking.
Make a fuss, coax him, sleep and wake up and he'll be fine.
While comforting Mu An'an, Zong Zhengyu was also adjusting his breath and walked towards Mu An'an's bed.
When he walked to the bedside, the child who was still in a drunken madness had calmed down, obediently leaning on Zongzheng Yu's shoulder, breathing evenly.
Zong Zhengyu breathed a sigh of relief.
Just about to put the person on the bed, the child who had closed his eyes and slept soundly, suddenly shivered, his back straightened up, and he held Zongzheng Yu's face with both hands, "Qi Ye, let's do something bad!"
After yelling, I don't know where the strength came from. With my legs wrapped around Zong Zhengyu's waist, I turned over and put him on the bed.
Mu Anan sat on his abs and jumped twice.
Zongzheng Yu:
"Mu An'an, get up!"
His voice has restrained warmth and anger.
However, Mu An'an was yelled at like this, and his small mouth was aggrieved, and big tears fell down drop by drop, "You are angry with me, but you are aggressive with me."
"You really don't love me anymore."
After finishing speaking, she simply raised her head and burst into tears.
Zongzheng Yu had a headache.
He originally wanted to hold Mu Anan away from his body, but when he moved, the child cried more and more aggrieved.
In the end Zong Zhengyu could only compromise.
Supporting the bed with one hand, she got up, pulled Mu Anan's hand, and wiped her tears, "Don't cry."
Mu An'an moved and just touched a place that shouldn't be touched, causing Zong Zhengyu to "tear" in pain, but he could only force it down.
"Qi Ye, do you still love me?"With tears in the corners of his eyes, Yan An stared at Zong Zhengyu and asked about this.
Zongzheng Yu sighed, "It hurts."
"Are you still refusing my intimacy?"
"Won't."
"Will you be indifferent to me?"
"Won't."
"Will you love me?"
"meeting."
"Qiye, I love you too!"
Mu An'an suddenly yelled loudly, opened his arms and hugged Zong Zhengyu's neck tightly, and gave a loud 'boo' on the face.
Seventh Master, whose whole body is on fire:
Mu Anan leaned on Zong Zhengyu's shoulder, grabbed Zong Zhengyu's hand and put it on his back, and pulled Zong Zhengyu to pat her on the back.
Zong Zhengyu was helpless, but he still did it.
Fortunately, this little drunk got the answer he wanted, and now he can finally settle down.
After a while, Zong Zhengyu felt that Mu An'an's breathing gradually became even.
It's just that warm breath rushing in from the neck one by one, which is very tormenting.
Zong Zhengyu kept the same movement for a full ten minutes, and after making sure that Mu An'an had fallen asleep, he turned over and put her aside.
Simply, she stopped making trouble.
Zong Zhengyu looked at Mu An'an's peaceful sleeping face, helped her tidy up the broken hair on her forehead, and kissed her on the forehead.
This kiss was very light, without any distracting thoughts, it was just a simple love for the insecure child.
Helping Mu An'an put on the quilt, Zong Zhengyu rolled over and got out of bed.
Just about to go to the bathroom, but felt a little unable to walk.
Looking down, Mu An'an was tugging at the corner of Zong Zhengyu's clothes with his small hands.
When Qi Ye raised his eyes, Mu An'an's eyes were closed, and when he turned over, he muttered, "Qi Ye, don't lie to me."
Zong Zhengyu's body shook.
Mu An'an: "You lied to me, I will forgive you. But Iwill not let myself go."
In the last sentence, Mu An'an spoke very softly, and even gradually fell silent.
But Zongzheng Yu stood so close, so he could hear those words clearly.
I just feel that every word of the last sentence "I will not let myself go" hits my heart, it is not a taste.
And when Zongzheng Yu was distracted, the hand that was holding the hem of his clothes had already been released, and the white and tender slender hand just hung outside.
Qi Ye came back to his senses, possessed himself and put Mu An'an's hand back on the bedding, then turned and walked towards the bathroom.
When he came out again, he already had a hot towel in his hand.
He personally helped Mu An'an clean his face and hands.
After being 'cleaned up', Mu Anan obviously felt comfortable. The corners of her mouth curled up slightly in her sleep, she turned over, hugged the quilt and rolled it aside, sleeping soundly.
Zong Zhengyu dimmed the lights at the side, pulled over the chair and sat down beside him.
Mu Anan turned over and muttered 'thirsty' in his mouth, and Zong Zhengyu fed her water.
It's easy for Mu An'an to fall asleep when he's drunk, but it's also easy for him to sleep restlessly.
A good night's sleep until dawn.
In bad times, you will be very thirsty all night, and if you don't drink water, you won't be able to sleep at all.
The long night was long, and Zong Zhengyu stayed in the room to take care of him.
Mu An'an gave him water whenever he was thirsty
The next day.
Mu Anan was woken up by a series of WeChat alerts. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com