At the bottom of my heart, I can't help but be hot.

This is the first time he's been so nice to her!

The little heart that was trying to suppress once again showed signs of being ready to recover, but they had made it clear before that they no longer used each other's brains, and even invited each other to "eat" the heavy "page-flipping rice".

Say okay, whoever complains is a pig......

said okay, to take revenge on him, let him be alone......

You still have to be firm!

Yes, be firm!

Definite!

"Does it hurt?"

Song Yuexiu's faint inquiring voice came from her ears, and her magnetic and charming voice was full of concern.

Tong Wanwan's heart flickered, causing a ripple.

She looked at his side face and gradually blurred, and nodded her head delicately, "It hurts, it really hurts~~~"

"Does it hurt?" Song Yuexiu frowned, and in the next second, he lowered his head and blew on the wound, "Is this better?" ”

A soft, cool breeze swept through her wounds.

It was like a kiss landing on the tip of her heart.

Tong stayed overnight.

I felt like my whole soul was shaken, and each meridian was poured into a warm, fragrant flow of heat......

So gentle......

Is this Song Yuexiu also possessed by other souls?

Is he really Song Yuexiu?

"Does it still hurt?" Song Yuexiu saw that she didn't speak, and looked up at her.

I saw a certain woman who didn't move like a fool.

Hurt silly?

Song Yuexiu patted her face, "Luo Qiao? ”

Tong Wanwan came to her senses, "Huh? What the? ”

"I ask you if the wound still hurts!" For her sake, he didn't pat her on the head, and repeated it in a very gentle tone.

Tong Wanwan looked at him intently for a few seconds, decisively put his hand under his thin lips, and his eyebrows wrinkled in a painful arc, "Pain!" Blow and blow ~~~"

Song Yuexiu tilted her head back a little.

His eyes were lowered, staring at her injured area, "Blowing is really effective in relieving pain?" ”

"Hmmm! Effective, very effective! Tong Wanwan nodded affirmatively.

"That's good." Song Yuexiu gently pushed her hand in front of herself, "Blow it yourself." ”

"......" Tong Wanwan was unwilling, and stretched out her hand again, "But I want you to blow it!" ”

"What's the difference between me blowing and you blowing yourself?" Song Yuexiu didn't push it away, and looked at her with a slightly deeper look.

Tong Wanwan also seemed to feel a hint of flirtation in his eyes, moved towards him, and got closer, "You blow, so it doesn't hurt." ”

Her voice was low, with the shyness of a girl.

"Am I that good?" Song Yuexiu seemed to have a smile in the corner of her eyes.

"Yes, I don't believe you blow it, if you blow it, it won't hurt me." Tong Wanwan leaned against him.

Song Yuexiu lowered her head slightly and blew her fingers very lightly, "So?" ”

"It really doesn't hurt anymore, president, you're so amazing," Tong Wanwan was talking, his head naturally leaned into his arms, and then his brows frowned, "Oh no, my fingers don't hurt anymore, but it hurts somewhere else." ”

"Where?" Song Yuexiu's hand wrapped around her waist.

Tong Wanwan pouted at him in his arms, his fingers picked at his shirt, and his eyes were thrown around, with a "you know" expression!

Song Yuexiu lifted her chin, leaned over with thin lips, pressed it to the place where it was about to touch her lips, and blew hotly.

"That's it!" When he finished blowing, he made a gesture to get up.

Tong Wanwan hooked his neck and pulled it back hard, her eyes blinking, hinting at him, "That's it?" ”