Xiao Jingti didn't expect him to have such a move, paused for two seconds, looked down at him, looked at him from her angle, and could only see his lowered eyelashes, straight nose tip, slightly pursed mouth, and long black hair that seemed to be scattered all over him. Cleaner than washing.

"Your hands are dirty, so I don't want you to touch them." What Qing Mo said was a matter of course.

Yes? Indeed, she had been fighting with Scarface for such a small day just now, and her hands were indeed a little gray.

This little guy is really perverted and clean, just because her hands are a little gray, so he is angry with her......

Wait, how did he go over and over and wipe only one of her hands?

She's got a hand!

She stretched out her other hand as well: "Come, wipe this one too." ”

The little guy felt very comfortable wiping her hands, his fingers were soft and slippery, and he seemed to be kneading the acupoints on her hands while rubbing, so that her tiredness disappeared a lot. It's much more comfortable than just washing your hands.

Unexpectedly, Qing Mo was not interested in her other hand: "Go wash yourself." "Let go of the hands you're wiping.

Dizzy, what's the matter with this little guy doing half of the work?

Is it just that she dislikes her dirty hand, which is why she wipes it so carefully?

She raised her hand and looked at her two hands, one of which was rubbed with reddish skin, pink and white. One was a little gray and black, and even she couldn't see it.

Her eyes flashed, the little guy couldn't just want to wipe the hand she wanted to touch him, right?

She smiled evilly, and suddenly stretched out her unwiped hand to rub his head: "Don't wipe it, right?" I'm going to rub this ash on your head......"

She thought he would dodge, but she didn't expect him to stand there, not dodging, and seeing that her hand was about to touch his long flowing hair, he finally reached out and grabbed her hand, pulled it off the top of his head, and sighed: "Don't always try to rub my head." If you want to touch it, just touch it here. He took her hand and put it on his little face.

Shinoti: "......"

Qing Mo's little face is tender and smooth, and the feel to the touch is not ordinarily good.

Qing Mo looked at her with a smile, his eyes flowing like water, and said slowly: "Or-you touch here." He pulled her down again, pulled to the corner of his lips, and kissed her lightly in the palm of her hand, with a leisurely and elegant posture, like an idler.

His lips were pink and slippery, and when he touched the palm of her hand, it was itchy, wet, and hot, and Xiao Jingti's hand trembled slightly, and there was an illusion as if he had been overpowered-

She abruptly withdrew her hand and smiled dryly: "Don't you dislike my dirty hands?" ”

Qing Mo replied slowly: "Your hand is not dirty, the dirty one is the one I wiped for you." ”

Xiao Jingti didn't react for a while: "Aren't they all the same?" I didn't touch anything else—"

At this point, she paused suddenly. She seemed to be using that hand to pat Scarface on the shoulder—

Is it because of this?

No way! She just slapped each other like a buddy.

The little guy has been having trouble with her until now, and this little guy is really not ordinarily strong!

Xiao Jingti smiled, looked at his pink little face, and couldn't help but want to pinch it again: "Okay, it's time for us to eat." Tomorrow is going to be a thrilling day, and I need to take care of my spirit and prepare for it. ”