The little milk dragon is pampered and teased by the crazy boss

Sticky sweat mixed with wet T-shirts, sticking to the body will only make people more uncomfortable, the boy's fair and tender face, more red marks of fingerprints.

The two were very close, and the soaked clothes lowered the heat of the body.

The boy's flaxen soft hair was messy, fluffy and soft, like a little milk cat whose hair had been rubbed, and his wet eyes stared at the man, clean and clear, with a little softness.

People want to hold the best things in the world in front of him, just to make him happy and make him laugh.

"If you are too tired, the concert can be postponed for another two days." Mo always likes to pinch the soft and tender face of the teenager, and the smooth touch is like a good mutton fat jade, which makes people love it.

"Not tired." The boy leaned into his arms and said softly.

The originally wet flaxen soft hair is almost dry.

The young man held Mo Guishi's hand, close to the palm of the other party, obedient and full of joy, as long as he could be with his god-sama, he was satisfied.

Perhaps the little guy's joy like sucking catnip made Mo Gui's mood even happier, and the other hand patted it lightly and heavily.

The boy's body trembled slightly, his beautiful amber eyes were misted, and his voice was soft, as if he was scratched by a kitten.

The hook is itchy.

"Bad guy."

The boy buried his face in Mo Guishi's chest, the tips of his ears climbed pink, and he had not been beaten since he was a child.

God-sama always likes to do this.

Not light, not heavy.

With a slight pain.

A little bit of numbness again.

Especially when he couldn't control it and almost revealed his original form, it was even more embarrassing.

"When I first seduced me, Lin Lin didn't look like this." Mo's voice was slightly hoarse when he returned, he liked to tease the little one, make him angry again and again, and then patiently coax.

He enjoyed the process.

And never tire of it.

The little one seemed a little tired, leaning limply in his arms, his head little by little.

Mo Guishi simply picked up the person directly, this weight was easy for him, the little guy's hairy head rested on his neck, and the soft ends of his hair rubbed his neck a little itchy.

In order not to wake up the teenager, Mo Guishi's movements were very light, and he casually threw his wet T-shirt into the dirty clothes basket and changed into his own shirt.

He just has a selfish heart.

I want the teenager to be tainted with his breath from the inside out.

The movement gently put the teenager on the comfortable big bed, the bed collapsed a piece

, the little milk cat fluttered its little short legs, meowing outside the door, and could not leave people for a moment.

With a voice, that little pitiful appearance is used to causing distress.

It's just that this time Mo returned and did not give it a chance to make trouble, but directly put it on the cat climbing frame, with a delicate nest on it, and a hanging hairball.

The little milk cat barked pitifully, but did not dare to jump off the cat climbing frame, extremely aggrieved.

"Don't disturb him to sleep, or I'll make you into a collar." Mo Guishi's voice was cold, but extremely intimidating.

The little milk cat meowed, but the voice was much weaker, and after a while, he held the hanging hair ball and gnawed it, teasing himself to play.

Mo Guishi deliberately placed the nest at the highest place of the cat climbing frame, just unwilling to let the little milk cat jump down and insert into their two-person world.

That stupid little look also wants to win the attention of the teenager.

Scold.