How Much for a Pound of Cuteness

I had thought before the first day that Lu Jiaheng had small roses, small peonies, small peony, and small lilies outside.

But I never thought that the one next to him turned out to be a little chrysanthemum.

After all, that silk nightdress is really sexy, so it's really unexpected for people to come out with such a hand.

Having known Lu Jiaheng for so long, and getting along with each other over time, Chuichi always felt that Lu Jiaheng actually listened to men, and he didn't feel that he had a little bit of the characteristics of a macho.

As a result, she has almost forgotten this matter, thinking it was just casual talk between him and Cheng Yi.

I just didn't expect that this stubble could be pulled out after many years.

Chuichi felt that his memory was quite good, and the things he remembered a long time ago were clearly remembered.

She even remembered the train number of the high-speed train they were taking at the time.

She sat on the shoe cabinet obediently, didn't notice what he was doing, and sorted out her thoughts a little bit.

It turned out to be a long time. She was so awkward for so many days and those brain supplements that couldn't speak for themselves, what was it for?

Chuichi sighed for a long time, and suddenly felt like a fool. After falling in love, he seemed to be mentally handicapped. What used to be a simple thing used to be entangled.

Lu Jiaheng over there continued to take off her jacket slowly.

At the beginning of the garden, her hands were supported by the edge of the shoe cabinet, her sleeves were still worn by her, her coat was long, and some of them were also sitting under her buttocks.

She recovered and looked up at him: "Does your roommate like boys?"

Lu Jiaheng gave a "huh" sound without raising his eyes, fingers pinching the edge of her coat and pulling her shoulders intently.

Chuichi licked his lips: "Does he have a boyfriend?"

"No."

He was peeled off half of his coat, and his collar was pulled down softly, hanging halfway through his arms without wearing them: "Does he like someone?"

"Yes, but a straight man who likes women."

Kuchichi blinked, "Ah," he said, "So what should I do, isn't he falling in love?"

"So he has changed his dress style now, and his makeup looks like a professional makeup artist."

Feelings are really great.

Hatsuji felt emotion.

No one spoke for a while, only the soft sound of the friction of the cloth.

After three seconds of silence, Chuchi suddenly said: "Lu Jiaheng."

He still lowered his head, and his nasal cavity murmured.

Churi hung his head down, looked at his low eyelashes, and pursed his lips: "What are you doing to undress me."

At this point, the man's slender and beautiful hands fell on her neckline, pinching the shirt button with his fingertips, and slowly untied.

Her button was originally buckled up to the top one, and the top two had been untied by him, exposing the beautiful neck line and beautiful clavicle.

He moved slowly, occasionally rubbing her knuckles accidentally on her neck, and the piece was as hot as it was burnt.

Shuichi shrank his shoulders and hid back.

When she went back, he went forward, like jumping tango, until the back was attached to the cold wall. She raised her hand to push him, but her hand was just stuck in the coat that was half hung, and raised a 50-degree angle. , Can't lift it up.

Lu Jiaheng finally lifted his eyelashes, and something else was wrapped in the black peach eyes.

The thing was like a magnet, attractive, spreading deep and deep, and it didn't even react at first for a while, so he stared at him so blankly, his expression a little dull.

His fingers were still on her neckline, and the collar button had been unbuttoned three times.

At first, the whole person shivered uncontrollably.

Lu Jiaheng gave a deep smile, and finally let go of her buttons. Her fingers moved slightly, her fingertips touched her throat, she leaned her head down, almost the distance between her lips and her lips: "Did you ask all the questions?"

Chuchi swallowed his saliva, nodded, and shook his head again, his voice soft and sweet: "No..."

His lips have been attached and his voice is vague: "What else to ask..."

Where can she speak?

The lips were covered by him, and the mouth just opened slightly, and he kissed like a long-planned kiss, even breathing was grabbed, let alone words.

Chuichi raised his head slightly, and pulled his neck into a slender line, accepting his kiss jerkyly and obediently.

She squeezed her fingers tightly against the edge of the shoe cabinet, and her body moved forward slightly.

At first, Lu Jiaheng was still gentle and restrained. At the back, he finally couldn't hold back, and unconsciously began to be fierce.

At first, the tongue was tingling, and there was something overflowing in the corner of the mouth.

She held back her eyes and swallowed hard.

Lu Jiaheng lightly bit her lip and stopped her hand.

She was breathing fresh air eagerly, the person softened, and the back of her neck was lifted slightly, and the next second, the man bit her neck.

Like a dog, this man bites as if he is addicted.

Chuichi wondered if he had been bitten by a dog when he was a child and forgot to vaccinate.

She sniffed her nose and separated her spirits with him: "Lu Jiaheng, were you bitten by a dog when you were a child and did not get rabies vaccine?"

Lu Jiaheng didn't have time to worry about her, and the pain was numb, and she whimpered at first, feeling that the thin layer of skin covered with arteries at his neck was gently licked by him.

It's like the lubrication of a medieval vampire before eating, and she is going to be sacrificed to the devil as the freshest food.

The space at the entrance was silent. His head was buried in her neck all the way down. A slight tingling sensation was accompanied by other strange feelings. Hakuchi was blindfolded and his eyes scattered on the dark yellow ceiling light.

Even at this time, Hakuchi still had a little thought to crank around.

The light of the porch of his house seemed to be the one she picked at the time. At that time, she felt that the light of the porch didn't need to be so bright.

As a result, I did not expect that this kind of artistic conception is used at this time, this kind of thing.

She made her dumb, and Lu Jiaheng did her own thing, her nose tipped down.

The man's breath was hot, and it was in front of her, without looking up, his dark head was hanging down, as concentrated as when he was working on the keyboard.

Eh, eh, it's not quite right to go down.

When Chuichi came back to her, she raised her hand and pushed him, and the person pulled back hard, leaning against the cold wall, and patted him: "Lu Jiaheng, I still have questions for you..."

He didn't look up and whispered, "Uh," he said, "you ask."

Chuichi tried hard to compete with him, cleared his throat, and asked seriously: "What is your little chrysanthemum roommate's name?"

"..."

Lu Jiaheng stopped and finally looked up and narrowed his eyes: "You are asking the names of other men at this time?"

"I want him to teach me how to make up. I really don't make up. I just draw a brow. It's not always good."

Chuichi said sincerely.

"..."

Lu Jiaheng also heard that she was interrupting, laughed, and dropped her head to do things again: "What's wrong, don't learn," he has shifted his attention elsewhere, his voice is vague, "I will teach you something of……"

The cloth rubbed, his head drooping, and a thin stubble of his chin that didn't have time to scratch rubbed a piece of skin, and his movements were slow and long, like it was in the late hours.

Hatsui opened his eyes wide and kicked him with his feet up.

At that moment, something collapsed.

The empty space in Hakuchi's brain was lit by brush.

She stiffened nervously, looked up, and wept unconsciously.

She appeared in a state of embarrassment before him, and he looked the same as usual, only breathing in disorder, so hot that she seemed to burn soon.

The unequal shame, the accompanying fear, and the strange feeling of being unclear.

At first, Yuri tearfully shoved him, and called his name pleadingly: "Lu Jiaheng... let's talk about something else..."

The man in front of him suddenly stopped.

His head was buried in front of her, motionless, leaving only a burning nose to burn her: "Afraid?"

She was red all over, her small body shrank back, and the whole person was soft, like a milk pudding, and she still had a sweet and fragrant taste, shaking gently with her unreliable movements.

Chuichi looked up and looked at him with confused eyes.

Quiet for a few seconds.

Lu Jiaheng's empty hand suddenly lifted up and covered her eyes.

He sighed lowly, his voice horrified: "Don't move."

It was dark in the sight, and Chuchi slightly raised his head, not daring to move.

The vision is deprived, and the remaining senses seem to be magnified indefinitely, becoming extremely sensitive.

The first garden slippers had fallen off long ago, and the voice was dependent and helpless: "Lu Jiaheng..."

Lu Jiaheng's back of her hand covering her eyes burst into blue, clenching her teeth tightly, and her breathing sound was heavy, "Don't call me..."

He grabbed a piece of clothing to wrap her up, hugged and pulled the man out of the entangled coat, and as soon as his arm came out, her small, soft arm took the initiative to wrap around his neck and buried his head in the neck socket .

Even at this time, she still trusted him completely.

Lu Jiaheng patted her back comfortably, while walking towards the bedroom.

She was still shaking, a small group shrunk in her arms, the depth of the neck was deep and shallow, and it continued to spread and disappeared in the wrapped clothes.

Lu Jiaheng hugged her and sat by the bed. After a few moments of relief, he moved slowly, groping with small hands.

Lu Jiaheng lowered his eyes: "What is moving?"

Chuichi hung his head down, his voice resembling a mosquito: "My pants..."

With one hand, she pulled back against his chest, and with the other hand pressed on his leg, just after moving back a little, she felt something.

Lu Jiaheng snorted sullenly.

It was like a voice in the throat, low and dumb, making the scalp numb.

At first, he froze, and just slowed down a little bit. The whole person shivered again, quickly retracted back, and dared not move at all, and half of the red faded back to spread.

She lowered her eyes, not daring to look at him, and stuttered: "I'm sorry..."

Lu Jiaheng held her arm muscles tight, but the strength was controlled softly. He stood up silently, put her on the bed, pulled the quilt in one hand and wrapped the person in, then stood up and turned to the bathroom.

Hakuchi was hiding in the bed and stared at the ceiling.

It's been a long time since this house, and no one has come back to live there, but the room doesn't have the smell of dust that hasn't lived for a long time, and someone should clean it.

She blindfolded her shirt button in the bed, and her head came out of the bed again.

The bathroom was quiet and there was only a bright warm light behind the frosted glass, and a slight rustling sound.

After a moment of silence, the sound of a whirling water sounded.

The first garden face was red and red, and suddenly the quilt was covered again.

She is no longer a child, of course she knows what he is doing.

All the things just now were so clear, and even she still had that kind of fine pain in her body.

His beard was really painful.

Chuchi held his mouth and rubbed his chest through the clothes, and then reacted violently, releasing his hand like an electric shock.

What didn't feel like it was doing anything right now, it seems like everything is wrong.

Churi turned over and lay down on the bed, his head buried deep in the pillow, and rolled the pillow.

After a long time, Lu Jiaheng came out.

The little girl was hiding under the quilt, only showing a pair of dark eyes outside, looking at him cautiously and uneasy.

He seemed to have taken a bath by the way, grabbed a towel cover with one hand and rubbed it on his head. He walked to the bed and looked down at her: "Is it uncomfortable? Take a shower?"

"........."

With a snap, the quilt was pulled up again to cover the top of the head, and Chuichi kicked his legs frantically in the quilt. It seemed that his desire to kick him directly was very strong.

Lu Jiaheng laughed softly, dragged the edge of the quilt down, and dug her head out of it.

Sure enough, the little girl blushed again and lay flat on the bed, her hands squeezing her soft earlobe and biting her lip, staring at him: "Wang bastard..."

Lu Jiaheng lowered his eyes and calmly stated the facts: "At first, you just got wet."

Chuichi: "..."

If she is a teapot, she should have exploded by now.

Chuchi seemed to feel that there was hot air puffing out of her ears. She screamed, and the whole person re-drilled into the quilt, forming a bulging ball. The voice was scolded at him with a dull voice Is it perverted! Lu Jiaheng's bastard! Perverted! Neuropathy!"