Mr. Lu is very ill

Chapter 50

Suppress the flurry of dancing on the tip of my heart.

She pretended to be calm, and forced the corners of her mouth to not rise so obviously, and said to the busy servants in the kitchen: "I'm going out to buy something."

The servant frowned suspiciously and nodded: "Understood, Miss."

Song Shi picked up the snow-white plush jacket that was on the sofa, put it on, and walked out.

She looked around carefully, looked up at the lights on the second floor, and after making sure that no one had noticed, she quickly walked out of the door.

Late at night, under the faint light of the stars, the boy in the moonlight, wearing a dark black short down jacket, has a white and clear face, thick and long eyelashes trembling gently like a brush, dark misty eyes, quietly looking at her.

She put the hat on, and the whole face was hidden.Like a thief, he ran forward quickly, took his hand, like eloping, and escaped from the range that Zhong Qing could monitor.

After running for about 10 minutes, Song Shi finally let go of her hand, her pale face was flushed with hypoxia after exercising, and she took a deep breath.

Lu Xiao's face was indifferent, but there was a little sweat on his forehead.

Song Shi paused for a while: "Why are you here?"

He shrugged, fumbled for the cigarette case in his pocket, and skillfully pulled out one to hold in his mouth, "If you don't want to go back to Shencheng early, I'll come to you, why aren't you happy?"

With a sound of "呵——" the flames rose, his eyes were outlined by the thin flames, he took a breath, and then smiled.

A warm current surged through her heart, and the unpleasant things of the past few days disappeared all of a sudden.

She took a breath: "Happy!"

The corner of his mouth curled up, and he smiled: "Isn't that touching?"

Song Shi smiled, and the dimple deepened, "Moved!"

"Tsk, how perfunctory."

Song Shi looked at him suspiciously.

He bent slightly to match her height.

The distance is drawn very close.

Breathing tangled.

His jade-like finger tapped his cheek, "Kiss."

With a sound of "Bo", she kissed quickly.

"Are you in a hurry?" Lu Xiao frowned dissatisfied.

Song Poetry: ...

He clasped the back of her head with his big hands, Song Shi's body trembled slightly, his lips were gently held by him, the smoke fell from the gap between his fingers, and he kissed affectionately.

Grinding between lips.

The skin is dry and rough, and the touch of the lips is slightly scratched, and the apex of the heart is soft.

kiss.

kiss again.

Repeated several times, coming and going, telling his thoughts like the waves of the sea, but so gentle.

"Remember, this is called kissing." He said in a low voice, with a triumphant smile in his eyes.

Song Shi blushed slightly, cleared her throat lightly, "Well, I remember." Then asked: "Aren't you going home for the New Year?"

"The whole family is in the army, but my elder brother is back. He is just too busy to check on a woman, so he doesn't have time to talk to me." He replied with a smile, and rubbed her face.

She kept silent, let him rub her, her voice was vague, "Then you plan to stay here for a few days..."

Her eyes were bling-bling, really irresistible eyes.

He let go of his hand and stood up straight: "Whenever you return to Shencheng, I will go back."

Song Shi frowned: "Then where do you live?"

"Little ancestor, you have so many questions," he smiled softly, Song Shi's heart trembled, and he rubbed her little head, "Don't worry, I came here with all preparations, so don't worry Other things, let’s think about how to fulfill the friendship of the landlord.”

"Then what do you want to play? Well...the place is small and there is nothing to do."

"Whatever," he said indifferently, "as long as we are with you, we can play anything."

Song Shi smiled lightly.

　Actually wrote 50 chapters.

　　One step closer to completion.

　　The author of the fluttering street humbly asks for a recommendation ticket T_T.

　　


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