Endless Pampering Only For You

Yin Shaojie smiled and said, "I know, rest assured. I don't dare to say others about trust, but the trust between me and Xiaoxiao is different from others."

After all, they grew up together and were so close since childhood, this trust has long been ingrained.

This is something nobody else will understand.

Seeing this, Ye Sijue had a smile in his eyes and said, "I urge you not to sleep with Xiaoxiao tonight, find an excuse to sleep on the sofa."

After that, he waved his hand and walked back to his room.

Yin Shaojie sighed while standing in place, this is really a sweet and torture.

He also had a headache, and felt that Xiaoxiao was very active tonight. If he hugged him after returning, how could he refuse?

...

Ye Sijue returned to the room and saw a small bulge on the bed.

Hearing the sound of closing the door, the little dandy squirmed and moved to the corner.

Ye Sijue's long legs walked quickly and hugged her in time when the small group was about to fall out of bed.

"Be careful." His **** voice passed into her ears across the quilt.

Mo Xiaomeng felt so bored and struggled inside.

Ye Sijue couldn't help but be amused by her like this, stretched out her hand and helped her to open the quilt, "Why do you wrap yourself? Playing COSPLAY games?"

Mo Xiaomeng was so sullen that his face turned red. After coming out, he was breathing like a dehydrated fish.

Ye Sijue looked at her blushing cheek, only feeling like a peach, making people want a bite.

He never treated himself badly, so holding her little face, he kissed her face.

Mo Xiaomeng froze and wanted to struggle, but her posture was a bit strange, making her difficult to struggle, and she had to let Ye Sijue to her face, as if to **** a flower.

What is he doing?

Just wondering, his thin lips moved, brought her to her little pink lips, and kissed them accurately.

"Hmm--" She was pressed to the bed, and her fist smashed into his shoulder.

Ye Sijue didn't go deep, just tasted the honey in her little mouth and let go of her.

"Come, it's time to rub the medicine." His voice was as magnetic as a piano.

However, Mo Xiaomeng seemed to have heard a thunder and was so frightened that he jumped up and ran away.

No!

She shouldn't rub the medicine!

Want to escape?

Ye Sijue's good-looking thin lips pursed a smile, extended her long arm, grabbed her ankle, and pulled her back.

Mo Xiaomen was lying on the bed struggling, patting with his hands, and sobbed, "I'm all right, don't need to apply any medicine!"

How could he do that!

She knew it, he did it on purpose, because it was fun to make fun of her?

Think she was funny when she applied the medicine?

This bad guy!

Mo Xiaomeng pursed his lips and unhappyly, "You can't do this."

"What can't be done?" Ye Sijue looked at her with a smile and deliberately asked back.

Mo Xiaomeng, "..."

What did she say?

"You, you are too ... too ..." she stammered. There was little Chinese vocabulary in her head. At this time, she was even embarrassed and couldn't think of any words to call him.

"What's that?" Ye Sijue continued to ask.

"Too much!" Mo Xiaomeng blurted out.

Ye Sijue raised an eyebrow, "Too much?"

Mo Xiaomeng's little face was flushed, and nodded like a chicken pecking rice, "Yeah! That's too color! You, you know I fart ... the wound on the stock is already healed, and it doesn't hurt anymore. Want me to apply medicine? "