Qinghui is leaning against his 'big stove', feeling the massage service that has become more and more proficient.

A pair of eyes disguised as black are also slowly glowing with golden streamers, half-squinted, a little empty, obviously not watching TV.

Just sitting here in a daze.

Sang Li lowered his head slightly, and the corners of his lips rubbed against the soft little ears.

Gently put your hand to the side.

There was an instant silence in the living room.

The TV that was still ringing just now has been turned off by Sang Li at the moment.

Qinghui came back to his senses from the other party's Shun Mao's actions.

A little dazed, he blinked his eyes and looked up at him.

Then the body lightened.

Directly picked up by someone.

Didn't perceive any danger.

Qinghui changed his position in his arms and continued to lie down.

"What's wrong?"

The little girl's voice was soft and sweet, with a bit of the laziness she had always had.

Sang Li didn't speak.

Directly hugged the little girl to the big bedroom.

Sit down on the bed, lie back, sink into the soft bed, and then look at the little guy lying in his arms, because of the warmth, he refuses to move his nest.

After a pause for two seconds, he felt that the little girl didn't move at all, and the cold fingertips seemed to slide down the hem of his clothes, continuing to keep warm.

Sang Li exhaled lowly, and finally couldn't hold back, turned over directly, and pressed the little girl under him.

Listening to the little girl's low voice, because of his turnover, the little hand that had just slipped in slipped out, and then it also fell from the warm place of the nest to the soft bed.

The little girl's expression looked a little dissatisfied at the moment.

"Stir around."

Sang Li finally spoke, his voice was already hoarse, "I've given you many opportunities to let you run." ”

But this little friend, not only did he not run, but he kept going up.

Do you know it, it's dangerous.

"Why am I running?"

Qinghui's eyes widened, and he really felt the doubt.

Obviously, you should have been scared away by the aura of Lord Spirit Sword.

Sang Li didn't expect Qinghui to give him such a sentence.

He paused, and couldn't help but let out a low chuckle.

The laughter was also hoarse, and his hand was propped up next to Qinghui's head, trapping Qinghui.

Breaths collide, noses touch.

But there is no surprise, what is going on in this little girl's head, he is indeed a little confused.

"Forget it......"

He lowered his head and slowly rubbed his lips against the little girl.

Too pro |||The atmosphere of the nickname, Qinghui subconsciously opened his mouth to bite.

It's the outrageous winning and losing of the strong again.

He stretched his body slightly, not letting the little girl bite, and his low voice carried a kind of natural renunciation and calmness.

What has already been determined, suppressed, does not make much sense.

"Hui cub," he said, his light brown eyes smiling a little more deceptive than a dangerous glow, "a cat of this age......"

"Huh?"

Qinghui blinked.

"Adult, huh?"

His lips pressed down.

Fingertips landed on the top of Qinghui's hair.

Gently pinched Qinghui's sensitive kitten ears.

I felt that my ears were not light or heavy, and Qinghui was pinched:!

The two little ears stood up at once.

Based on his instinctive reaction to the surrounding situation, Qinghui instantly wanted to suppress Sang Li.

A pair of pupils have long turned golden, and the black pupils are slightly erected, with a little danger.

Looks...... Fierce.