Chapter 125: A Month of Lovers 3
Leng Bingxin's lips were cold, and her kiss was jerky, but Shen Mo couldn't stop and immersed in it. His big palm clasped the back of Leng Bingxin's head, turning passive into active, deepening the kiss, and when his other hand involuntarily put Leng Bingxin's plumpness, he was vigorously pushed into the pool by Leng Bingxin, who had been enduring for a long time.
[Leng Bingxin, do you know what you're doing? Shen Mofei, who emerged from the bottom of the pool, wiped the water droplets from his face, and shouted at her through gritted teeth.
[I should ask you this sentence, if you dare to stretch your hand out somewhere else, be careful that I chop it off.] Kissing Shen Mofei is already her biggest limit.
Shen Mofei swam to the edge of the pool, made a beautiful jump, and returned to Leng Bingxin again: [Count you ruthless! Didn't you say you just don't have to go to bed~ What if you touch you a few times? Isn't it normal for lovers to do these things? Don't force yourself to respond to what you can't do, and don't make an agreement easily. 】
[Okay! I realized that I couldn't do it, and that was the end of the matter, and I was gone. Leng Bingxin felt that he was still very resistant to physical contact with him, and he couldn't accept him psychologically, so he decided to stop as soon as possible.
Shen Mofei chased after her and grabbed her arm, he couldn't let her go like this, being able to eat at the same table with her, sleep in the same bed with her, and hold hands, hug, and kiss with her was what he dreamed of. Although a month is short, it is very precious to him. If she were gone today, I don't know when I would be so close to her.
[Don't go! I couldn't help myself just now, I'll pay attention to it later. 】
Leng Bingxin pondered for a while, and decided to go down his steps, otherwise he would take advantage of such a day.
[Okay! I want you to do what you say. 】
On this day, Leng Mofei bought a lot of wool and put it in front of Leng Bingxin.
[What for?] Leng Bingxin has a bad premonition.
[I want you to help me knit a scarf.] Shen Mofei saw that his girlfriend would knit a scarf for his boyfriend, so he especially wanted Leng Bingxin to knit one for him. There have been countless girls who knitted scarves, gloves, sweaters, vests and so on for him, and he threw them away without even looking at them. What he wanted, only Leng Bingxin could give him, so he decided that he must seize this opportunity and receive this gift.
[I don't know how to knit, besides, on such a hot day, why do you want a scarf? ] 】
Shen Mofei seemed to be prepared, and he took out a thick stack of books from under the crystal coffee table: [Can't you learn! Can't I wait until it's cold to use it? 】
[Okay! I'll try. Don't blame me for being ugly. Leng Bingxin saw that life was really difficult, so he agreed to him.
[No! No! Shen Mofei saw that she was relieved, his heart was sweeter than eating honey, and he kept a smile on his lips. As long as it is woven with a cold heart, no matter how ugly it is, he will treat it as a treasure and will never dislike it.
Leng Bingxin held the book and studied it for a long time, she didn't have a clue at all, she really didn't have talent in this area, but Shen Mofei, who had excellent understanding ability, after reading the book, gave her guidance on the side and taught her how to stitch.
Leng Bingxin threw the rod needle at him: [Since you know everything, then why do you want me to come and do it for me? Can't you just weave it yourself? 】
Shen Mofei stuffed the rod needle back into her hand again, and said with a smile: [You weave slowly, I won't bother you. 】