Good Morning, Mr. President!

"Uncle ..." She didn't know what it was doing, she just called him helplessly. He was so hot that she should pull her hands, but her hands were pinched hard by him and there was no room for retreat.

"Touch it, is it still cold?" He looked at her deeply. His voice was hoarse, and there was a confusion of confusion.

Song Zhixing felt that he had been led into a dazzling and strange abyss, and she couldn't escape or escape. It can only be led by him, walking in step by step, getting deeper and deeper ...

Bewildered, her hot little hand, slowly, tentatively, touched his chest ...

It turns out that not only the visual effect is very good, but even the feel of the hand is also irresistible.

Aroused by her like this, he took a breath, his eyes darkened, and the desire under his eyes jumped like a flame.

Song Zhixing was also shocked. Then he woke up, conscious of what he was doing, his face became red in embarrassment, and he quickly took it back.

Where is it cold? It burned her at all!

Next moment ...

She just felt a coolness coming from her legs, and the skirt of her pajamas was suddenly pushed up. Without even thinking too much, the man's big palm has been channeled into her pajamas.

"Uncle, what are you ... what are you doing?" She panted, feeling only dizzy. Hands, quickly clasped his arms.

The chest was soft and held by the man. She had never had such an experience before. She was a little scared and a little bit ashamed, but her body was not as hot as herself.

"Should it be up to me to ask you this question?" Tang Yu's voice was a little hoarse and piercing. "I let you go. If you don't go, you still dress like this in front of me and shake it all night. Xingxing, you say, what do you want to do?"

Song Zhixing only felt dry, so he said that she remembered what she was wearing at the moment. So annoyed that he couldn't find a hole to bury himself. Busy explanations, "I ... I didn't mean it."

"But I've been seduced by you ..." Tang Yu still braided her **** with one hand, holding her hips with one hand, panting loudly. He didn't want to scare her, and he wanted to calm himself down a bit.

However, the woman on her body made it clear that she didn't want to make him feel better. She grabbed his hand and moved her hips, trying to break him away.

As a result, the situation is even worse!

"Stars, don't mess around!" Tang Yu's big palm tightened, pinching her messy pink hips, "I'm in pain all over now ... be nice, don't mess with me ..."

He is really painful.

Brow frowned.

Breathing, very heavy. It was so heavy that it was a little embarrassing. The flames burning in his eyes could not only burn her, but also burn himself. God knows how hard he endured!

Song Zhixing froze on him, he really dared not move. She didn't know why he looked so painful, and even his whole body hurt.

She wanted to ask what was going on, but her lips moved and she couldn't say a word.

The posture of two people at this moment is really too ambiguous. The pajamas on her body were pushed over his hips by the hands he dropped on his clothes, and the white underpants had been exposed more than half. Her pair of exquisite little feet still hugged his calf. The exquisite toes that had been snow-white had become red at the moment, shivering terribly.

This picture is too bold and outrageous. She can hardly imagine how she would look at them if it fell into the eyes of others.

"Uncle ... you said that the last thing will never happen again ..." Song Zhixing licked his dry lips, his voice trembling.

Tang Yu certainly did not want her, nor could she ask her at such a moment. Doing so will only push her farther and let her escape faster.

He bowed his head, his face clinging to her delicate neck, taking a deep breath, as if waiting for the body's desire to dissipate. After a long time, he slowly withdrew his hand from her pajamas. Song Zhixing didn't dare to act lightly, fearing that he accidentally stimulated him, but instead he set up her pajamas. Her breath was tight, her hands were still pressed against his shoulders, and her fingertips were almost pressed into her palm. Keep your face aside, and dare not look more.

After a long time, Tang Yu released her, "Go back to sleep."

The three words are still low-dumb.

Obviously with restraint and tolerance, he was not completely calm.

"That ... then I'm gone." Song Zhixing's hand slowly moved away from his shoulder. There was already a faint wet in his pajamas.

Tang Yu's eyes were as deep as the ocean, and only "um" from the nasal cavity was a response. If she stayed again, he was afraid that the restraint would collapse and he would change the decision at any moment.

Song Zhixing hurriedly crawled down from his lap, without even having time to get a book, he ran to the door. The moment he opened the door, he subconsciously looked back at him again. Tang Yu raised an eyebrow, "Not yet?"

She blushed, bit her lip, and didn't dare to stay for a moment.

After running into his room, his legs were still weak.

Her heart beats faster than ever, and she can't bear it, she covers her chest with her hands.

However, even so, there was no relief.

This is so strange!

Everything is wrong.

He obviously hates his touch, but just now ...

She hadn't even felt disgusted at all when he had just done that kind of thing to herself.

Song Zhixing was annoyed and tossed himself in the quilt. After a long time, my body is still hot. On the chest, the heat of the palm of the man seemed to remain.

She was a little scared. I feel like something is starting to derail ...

And that was not what she could afford.

When Song Zhixing was thinking wildly, the cell phone sounded at this moment. She took a look at it, and the two words flashing on the screen made her shake suddenly. It was as if someone was pouring a bucket of ice water on the spot. What was so thick was the guilt and shame that was about to annihilate her.

Aunt ...

She stared blankly at the screen with a guilty conscience that she was afraid to listen to the phone. After waiting several times, she finally pressed the answer button.

"……Hey."

"It took so long to listen to the phone, did you fall asleep?" Li Hanyan's voice came from the other side of the phone.

"No. I ... I just finished my homework."

"How do you listen to your voice stuffy?" Li Hanyan heard that she was wrong. "unhappy?"

"No." Song Zhixing denied almost immediately, as if to increase persuasion, sitting up and hugging the pillow pretending to be a relaxed smile, "Maybe it was just lying on the pillow, so listening to the sound is not right."

Li Hanyan believed, and didn't think much, "Xingxing, is your second uncle back?"