My little puppy is sick

Chapter 217 Cinderella's Prince Charming 22
"Find a disc, I remember there's one here."

"Is this it?" Qi Yan took out a disc from a cabinet on the left, and Jones saw that it was exactly what he was looking for.

"Yeah, it's this." Jones took the disc from Qi Yan's hand, and he wrapped Qi Yan's waist with his other hand, holding Qi Yan in his arms with one hand.

Jones walked to the edge of the table, he put Qi Yan on the table, fiddled with the phonograph on the table with his long and wide fingers, he put the music disc in the phonograph, turned it a few times, a song Classical music blared from the record player.

Qi Yan shook her calf, and Jones carried her down and put her on the ground.

Jones's broad palm wrapped Qi Yan's little hand, and the other hand wrapped around her slender waist, dancing to the music.

Qi Yan was wearing his cotton shoes, and when she moved her legs, she staggered. Jones picked her up, shook her back and forth, and the cotton shoes were thrown out.

Jones also took off the slippers he was wearing, and he stood on the ground with bare feet.

Jones put Qi Yan down, and the girl's little feet in white cotton socks stepped on Jones's instep.

The candle wick was dim, and the warmer candlelight hit Jones' tough face. He lowered his eyes, and his eyes fell on Qi Yan's face gently and fieryly.

Qi Yan stood on the instep of Jones, moving with Jones' movement, her hands tightly grasping Jones' shirt, and her hands behind her were hot to the touch, forcing her to get closer to Jones.

Her whole body was going to be attached to Jones, Qi Yan lowered her head, breathing on Jones' undulating chest, her face was slightly red.

She could feel the slight breath above her head getting heavier and closer...

Qi Yan raised her head, her eyes trembling with a slight ignorance, just like the frightened sika deer in the forest, causing the lake in Jones' heart to be thrown down by a stone, causing waves to ripple.

Jones put a little force on Qi Yan's waist, he breathed heavily, and lowered his head uncontrollably.

He kept his gaze fixed on Qi Yan's eyes, lowered his head tentatively, and sprayed hot breath on Qi Yan's lips.

Seeing that Qi Yan didn't push him away, Jones continued to move down, and his lips gently leaned against hers.

Qi Yan raised his head, Jones was excited, he held Qi Yan in his arms, and closed his eyes.

After a long time, when Jones let go of Qi Yan, the little girl was dizzy and had already been taken to the sofa by Jones.

The sofa is big enough for two people to lie down.

Jones hugged Qi Yan, pressing her tightly in his arms domineeringly, with a satisfied expression on his face, and his heartbeat was as loud as a drum.

His hands fell on Qi Yan's hair, stroking it bit by bit, smelling the fragrance of the girl's hair, Jones was in a good mood.

"You little one, you don't look like an adult, it makes me feel like I'm committing a crime."

Qi Yan pushed Jones' chest, wanting to get out of his arms, her voice was soft and sounded non-threatening: "Then let me go..."

"Don't!" Jones instead pressed Qi Yan into his arms, forcefully and domineeringly: "You kissed me, and I'm yours."

Qi Yan puffed her cheeks, "It's obviously you."

"No matter," Jones lifted Qi Yan up, his face was facing Qi Yan, his amber eyes stared straight at Qi Yan, "you didn't refuse, I'm yours, If you don’t want it, you have to take it, and if you want it, you have to keep it!”

Qi Yan lowered her eyes and did not speak.

(End of this chapter)