Quick Transmigrate to Have a Boyfriend

The only time he washed the young master away from his eyes. I don't know why, after ten years of service and seeing the young master's body, he felt different tonight.

That feeling, indescribable.

Perhaps, Mo Zhu was excited by the young master's unusual behavior today. He had a dream. For the first time in 19 years, he had such a dream.

In the dream, the man had more extraordinary actions than the young master did today.

This kind of thing, as if without a teacher, the dream of their own enthusiasm with galloping in the body of people. The one who kisses himself raises his face. It's the young master

Mo Zhu wakes up.

Adolescence came a little late, and he was a little confused about his state. Sitting on the couch stupidly, feeling a burst of sticky inside.

At this time, with the sound of wheelchair activity ground, Mo Zhu just ready to lift a corner of the bedding, and immediately lay down to sleep.

Extremely hungry Jiang languo slides the wheelchair to the outer room, looks at Mo Zhu's peaceful sleep appearance, but can't bear to disturb. Staring at Mo Zhu straightly, after a while, he felt that he was not only hungry.

"Ink bamboo?" Jiang Yi pushes the wheelchair again, goes forward more, bows his head beside the Mo Zhu ear and whispers.

Is there any movement?

Jiang Lang licked his lips and was excited. He raised his voice and said, "Mo Zhu."

Mo Zhu seems to frown, but also did not open his eyes. Jiang Lang immediately stopped his voice and reached out to touch the man's face.

"You're always like this. You don't have any feelings for me at first..."

Young master, you can't understand me. After his dream, his body would not allow the young master to caress him so gently. In particular, the young master's hand slipped down his face.

Ink bamboo wants to start to stop, young master's hand stopped, Mo Zhu slightly relieved. At this time, the familiar touch fell on the lips again. Suddenly, Mo Zhu's heart beat wildly.

Jiang languidly leans down and kisses the man carefully. I wanted to try it, but I couldn't resist the temptation of the man, so I became more presumptuous.

The man who pretended to sleep trembled slightly, without control, and let out the sound.

This small voice, in the quiet and empty room, seems so loud.

Ginger languid stopped, tiny Leng a moment is unable to stop laughing: "Mo Zhu, you are awake."

Mo Zhu no response, Jiang languo then smile: "pretend to sleep is not a good child."

The tall figure immediately covered the black bamboo, and Jiang languously went forward and lifted the quilt of the man, trying to lie next to the man. He can fill his mind with food first.

"Young master!" Mo Zhu was startled and grabbed his quilt.

Ginger languid hands support the edge of the couch, slowly approaching, "just say, small bamboo iron is bound to pretend to sleep."

"Young master, why?"

"So I'm tired of sitting here today. I'm so tired that I'm tired of standing."

As soon as the young master sat down, Mo Zhu was even more nervous: "young master!"

This voice is a little big, Jiang languo covered the heart, "bamboo, I'm not the first time to kiss you, how such a fuss."

"Nonsense, today it was an accident." The ink bamboo completely did not have in the ordinary day's indifference.

Jiang languo leaned over and held the back of the bamboo's head. He lowered his head and touched his lips again. He asked, "now, it's more than once."

"Now, now..." Black bamboo shivers all over.

Jiang languor frowned and noticed something was wrong with the bed where he was sitting.