1742 Your Skills Are a Little Bad (1)

Mu Xiaoxiao can now guess what Yin Shaowei is thinking. : 。

It's nothing more than wanting to make out with her in every corner and roll the sheets?

Mu Xiaoxiao's face was hot, and she quickly closed the drawer.

But think about it, pull away again.

I took out the condom inside, searched out all the condoms I found earlier, and put them back in the drawer of the bedside table.

Clap your palms.

She thought hesitantly, if Yin Shaojie found that the condom he was hiding was gone, what would his expression be?

Unfortunately, the gift could not be found.

Where the hell is he hiding? Is it in an apartment?

Mu Xiaoxiao had a headache when she thought about it, so she simply lay down on the bed, looked at the white ceiling, and became a contemplative.

The door of the bathroom was pushed open, and Yin Shaoji walked out.

I happened to see her posture at the moment.

With a smile on his lips, he walked over and stood in front of her legs, leaning forward with his upper body and leaning forward, his strong arms on either side of her, staring at her white and delicate little face.

The morning sun poured in through the window and fell on her cheeks, reflecting her blown-up skin as if it were translucent.

"What are you thinking?" He asked in a magnetic voice, looking down and pecking her cheek.

It's like a shelled egg, ****.

Mu Xiaoxiao pouted, reached out to hook his neck, and shook his head, "I don't know...... I always felt as if I had forgotten something...... But I just can't remember. ”

That feeling of forgetting something, trying to remember it, but not being able to remember, made her feel terrible.

"Is it that my birthday has passed, the birthday attribute is gone, and my good mood is gone?" Mu Xiaoxiao was a little worried.

Yin Shaoyu tapped the tip of her nose with her thin lips, "Fool, don't think about it, get up, go to breakfast." ”

Mu Xiaoxiao let go of her hand, raised her hands, and said in a coquettish tone, "Then you pick me up." ”

Yin Shaoji chuckled, but pressed it down.

"Hey, what are you doing! It's for you to pick me up, not for you to press me, you're so heavy! Mu Xiaoxiao patted him on the back.

The two of them are chest to chest, this posture is really ......

Mu Xiaoxiao poked his shoulder with her finger and said funny, "You're not afraid to ...... again"

"And what?" Of course, Yin Shaojie heard her ridicule, and his nose rubbed against her neck, making Mu Xiaoxiao itch.

"Hahaha...... It is said that when a man gets up in the morning...... It's easy to ...... Haha, don't rub me, it's so itchy, I won't say okay, right? ”

Mu Xiaoxiao was so amused by him that her delicate body writhed on the bed.

Yin Shaoji's thin lips fell on her chest, kissing little by little, and a big hand held her small hand.

The voice said suggestively, "Then you can help me again......"

Mu Xiaoxiao remembered the picture of helping him solve it with his hands last night, and his heart beat extremely fast.

"Don't ......"

"Why not?"

"My hands are sore......"

"You're a little bit skilled, so you need to work out more."

Hearing this, Mu Xiaoxiao was dissatisfied, and smashed him with a small fist.

Yin Shaojie buried herself in her delicate collarbone and let out a low laugh.

In the next moment, Mu Xiaoxiao felt a touch of wetness in his chest, and suddenly let out a low moan, understanding what he was doing, and hurried to stop it.

"Don't lick it......"

"If you don't accompany me to breakfast, I'll have to eat you."

The two were frolicking and playing in bed, seeing that they were about to spark and get out of control again.