Why do I become a scumbag if I am single and chase other people?

On the way to Sanlian Home, Zhou Xiaomo was almost annoyed by An Yi's sentence that it should be gone.

The little hand has been holding his chest and not holding An Yi, and the little mouth is so pouting that he can almost hang soy sauce.

An Yi was half a position behind her, walking behind her, looking at her with some amusement.

"I said, it's almost enough, I'm not sorry for you, I'll be angry if you do this again!" Zhou

Xiaomo turned around and glanced at him aggrievedly: "But people just can't stand it!"

An Yi couldn't help laughing, spread his hands and said, "Come here, just hug it."

Zhou Xiaomo snorted coquettishly. But he still leaned over obediently, leaned his little head on his shoulder, and walked forward with his slender waist hugged.

I have to say, it feels pretty good.

She couldn't wear her skirt in the afternoon for a long time, and she was wearing a pair of sweatshirt shorts similar to Zhang Ziqi's at the moment.

It's just that the sweatshirt is black and white, and her hair is also loose, and it is supple on the shoulders of her back.

When An Yi lowered his head, he could smell a very fragrant shampoo smell, but he didn't feel tired, it was a fragrance.

He couldn't help but take a few sips: "Baby, your hair is so fragrant, what brand of shampoo

do you use?" Feeling his hot breath, Zhou Xiaomo's face flushed: "This is for girls, do you want

to use it?" An Yi said meaningfully: "Hehe, if you give me your shower gel to use again, then I will use it!" Zhou

Xiaomo, as an old driver, naturally understood the deep meaning of his words, and couldn't help but glance at him, saying that he was really bad.

Ann pretended to be pure and asked her what was wrong with herself.

Zhou Xiaomo knew that he was going to take advantage of himself, and snorted: "I don't know!"

An Yi smiled, but didn't ask any more, but his big hand quietly went down, came to the hem of her sweatshirt, lifted it a little, and through the street lamp, he saw the sky blue denim shorts under her sweatshirt, tightly wrapping the round and straight little buttocks.

"Brother, what are you doing?" Zhou Xiaomo felt a cold thigh, and hurriedly pressed the sweatshirt down again.

In September, it was actually a little cold.

It is the day when the autumn tiger repeats.

Today happens to be a day with a little cooler temperatures.

Plus it's already dark, so the temperature is even lower.

When walking on the road, Zhou Xiaomo could feel that her calves were cold, and because of this, An Yi felt it as soon as she lifted her sweatshirt.

An Yi stretched out and touched her leg, feeling a little cold, and said, "It's nothing, I'm just curious about whether you are wearing shorts or a short skirt under your sweatshirt."

As soon as the short skirt was mentioned, Zhou Xiaomo's face turned even redder.

I can't help but think that during the day, An Yi would ...... without even taking off her skirt

When the two arrived at the Sanlian Homeland, it was almost eight o'clock in the evening.

An Yi sneaked open the door and happened to hear a commotion coming.

When I turned my head, there was no one in the living room, but there was a graceful figure in the bathroom, raising my hand to rub my hair.

The curves of the body are convex and backward, almost like the silhouette of the human body printed on the glass window, and it still shakes and moves.

"Ah, brother, don't look at it!" Zhou Xiaomo immediately covered his eyes in fright, and he whispered a reprimand in his ear.

"Ahem, I, I didn't watch!" An Yi retorted weakly, and then let Zhou Xiaomo cover his eyes, led him to her own boudoir, and then closed the door.

Turn on the lights and take a look.

The

whole

decoration is pink, there are a lot of doll dolls in front of the bay window, and the quilt on the big bed is also pink.

The facilities in the room are also readily available, except that there is no bathroom, and other makeup mirrors are available.

It can't be helped.

In the whole house, except for the master bedroom and living room, there are no bathrooms in the other rooms.

Zhou Xiaomo locked the door, turned around and found An Yi looking around her room, her face flushed.

But he still had a straight face, sat on the bed and patted the side with his little hand and said, "Brother, come here!" An

Yi sat beside her with a hippie smile, hugged her small waist and said, "Baby, what's wrong

?" "Who is your baby!" Zhou Xiaomo, in order to prevent himself from being soft-hearted, raised his hand to break his big hand, and looked at him angrily: "I asked you, did you just see it?"

"No! absolutely not!" An Yi resolutely denied it.

"Really?" Zhou Xiaomo obviously didn't believe it.

"Really!" An Yi's eyes widened and he looked at her with a sincere expression: "You believe me, before I could see anything, you covered my eyes."

Seeing that he really couldn't be more real, the corners of Zhou Xiaomo's mouth twitched, and then he couldn't help but sigh: "Brother, you are so shameless, I can't play with you." "

His neck was about to turn one hundred and eighty degrees just now, and he was still talking nonsense in front of himself, and he couldn't fix it for her.

An Yi grinned, reached out and hugged her small waist again, kissed her and said, "

Xiaomo, isn't it good for you to believe me directly? I really didn't see it just now!" "Hmph! If I believe you again, I'm afraid that I will be sold by you and I will have to count the money for you again!" Zhou Xiaomo didn't struggle this time, just hugged his chest and gave him a blank look.

She finally knew what kind of character An Yi was.

Now the aura of idols is completely shattered.

But even so, somehow, she still likes what he likes.

No, I like him more.

Perhaps, it really answered that sentence.

The worse the boys, the more the girls love.