Drifting Towards You

Li Xiaoxiao lowered his eyes, his eyelashes trembled lightly, shining with water.

She doesn't hurt... Actually, it doesn't hurt...

She can't cry for pain, what should he do if he stops.

She still wanted to be his woman once, not to whirl around her lips, but she bit her lip and refused to speak.

Si Mocheng's breathing heavier, looking at the soft body under him, blood is surging, and her eyes are full of her.

Li Xiaoxiao whimpered with tears in her eyes, choked and trembled, with her toes curled up, clutching his arm tightly: "Uncle...you...you lighter..."

She looked at him pitifully, her eyes filled with water, like a helpless child.

He said in a low voice, solemnly: "Call my name."

"Si...Si Mocheng." Li Xiaoxiao's eyes were slightly wet, and this would seem to have adapted a bit.

Si Mocheng was also uncomfortable, kissed her lips, and whispered, "You relax."

The two breathed very hard, and Li Xiaoxiao tried to relax herself, but her body was still stiff.

Simocheng's head was full of blue veins, and his breathing was hot and rapid.

In the next moment, before Li Xiaoxiao could react, his waist sank, no more scruples, and completely occupied her body.

"Woo..." Li Xiaoxiao choked out, clutching his arm tightly, only to feel the blackness in front of him, and the world was spinning.

Si Mocheng supported her and did not move immediately.

Li Xiaoxiao was a little dazed, short of breath, staring at the ceiling blankly.

So, she is a woman now?

Is it his woman?

She lowered her eyes to cover the tears under her eyes, and a small smile rose from the corners of her lips.

As if stimulated by something, Simo City began to rob her frantically.

Not long after, Li Xiaoxiao whimpered.

The small body couldn't bear his raging at all, but she had been trying her best to cooperate and never called to stop.

I don't know how long it took until midnight.

She fell asleep completely, with tears still hanging on her face.

After all, it was the first time that Simocheng felt sorry for her, and he couldn't bear to touch her again.

He carried her to the bathroom and rushed down briefly for her. After drying, he turned out a nightdress and put it on.

He was a little lost looking at the traces she left on her body and the dark red on the bed sheet.

The big hand gently covered her small face, and she whispered her name: "Xiaoxiao..."

She did not respond and fell asleep deeply.

After taking a shower, he got up and walked to the window, lit a cigarette, his eyes fell on the distant lights, not knowing what he was thinking.

The next day, when Li Xiaoxiao woke up, she had a splitting headache and her throat was swollen.

Looking at the cold walls and rooms, she reacted blankly for a moment.

I don't know how long it took before Li Xiaoxiao recovered.

This is... his room?

They... last night.

The scattered memories were pieced together little by little, and Li Xiaoxiao's face became a little pale.

She was a little drunk last night, but she was conscious.

Thinking of him naked on her body, she was a little flustered.

So, she really... put her uncle to sleep?

After a while, Li Xiaoxiao calmed down a little bit, the baby's fat face had a little more of a little woman's style, which seemed to be the same as before, but it seemed to be so slightly different.

He got up and looked at the clothes on his body, his body was tearing like pain.