The little ancestor has a soft waist and a wild heart, Master Bo has fallen!

Chapter 957 You'd Better Pretend To Me Forever
"Ok?"

"Is the clip real every time I'm drunk?"

Mo Ting rubbed her lips deeply, slowly from the corner of the left lip to the right, not even letting go of her lips. There were thin calluses on his fingertips, which made his waist itchy.

Open your mouth and bite.

"hiss--"

Mo Ting narrowed his eyes deeply, pressed down on the tip of her tongue with his fingers, and said in annoyed voice: "You hid it well, you'd better pretend it for the rest of your life."

Chu Yao felt a pain in his jaw.

Let go of your mouth and pull the pillow down over your face.

Mo Ting withdrew his hand and continued to rub her legs.

He has rubbed her many times, and occasionally he can get a perfunctory thank you, followed by a sentence of brother, and he loses all his temper, but most of the time she is very at ease, so reckless that she never shouts to stop, and doesn't care about him at all My hands are sore.

The lights were dimmed, Chu Yao started to snore, and Mo Tingshen didn't notice that she was asleep.

She agreed not to rub her waist, but she did it after she fell asleep, and it lasted for a long time.

His upper body was bare, his pores were constricted by the cold, and his skin was cold and white under the light.

Mo Ting got up deeply, stuffed her legs back into the quilt, grabbed the coat on the sofa, and even closed the door softly when she went out.

On the bed, Chu Yao's eyelashes trembled, and he turned over, his face turned inward.

Mo Ting sat deeply on the bench and smoked.

After the two cigarettes were burned out, I saw a slender figure with a particularly eye-catching appearance.

"Yo."

The corners of his lips twitched slowly, "Are you sending me thousands of miles away?"

Bo Yanqing paused, walked over sideways, looked down at him, "Will you relieve the loneliness?"

Mo Ting raised a finger, didn't point at Bo Yanqing, but pointed it up, and then pressed down with half-bent knuckles, "Don't stand and look at brother, brother is not comfortable from this angle."

Bo Yanqing laughed coldly, "I'll go and collect some small cards for you, you can pick and choose, just take off your pants, and I'll pay the bill, so I'll treat you as a treat."

Mo Ting laughed deeply, "Chu Yao fell asleep in my room."

Bo Yanqing raised his eyebrows slightly.

He was in a hurry.

Suddenly there is no rush.

He even sat down, took out a cigarette and lit it, "No wonder, you ran out at night to pretend to be a ghost, and it gave you a face again?"

"When did she have a good look at me?"

Mo Ting turned his head deeply, and pressed his half-curled hand to his lips, "Except when you're drunk."

"Didn't hit you?"

Mo Ting hissed deeply, "Why do you need to be beaten so much when you talk, why are you here?"

"I came here to persuade you to fight, and the reason is justified." Bo Yanqing's expression did not contain the slightest hint of a joke.

But whether this sentence is taken apart or assembled, why does it sound so ridiculous.

Mo Tingshen really laughed out loud, "Is it bad or not, brother just used it for you?"

Bo Yanqing gave him a weird look, "Brother isn't using it for use, is it for making out? Are you disgusting?"

"How did nausea get attached to me, I really—"

Mo Ting was so sad that he was dying, he was on the verge of swearing, and he choked back, "Go, go, go find your Jiaojiao, it's almost dawn and you're still here to make things difficult for me."

Bo Yanqing took two puffs of his cigarette and was pinched. He didn't care whether it was a waste or not.

"You really don't want small cards?"

Mo Ting gave a deep kick.

Bo Yanqing easily dodged.

Laugh very much.

Mo Ting reminded deeply: "Be careful when you push the door, Jiaojiao put a knife at the door."

(End of this chapter)