Fast-passing host super cold

Chapter 310 Rescuing a Little Milk Cat (22)

In fact, Qingzhou's grasping strength was not heavy, but for the cat clan, that position was too sensitive, causing Mu Zhe's eyes to turn red almost instantly.

The original sharp and sharp gaze was so soft that it seemed to melt into water.

But just when he adjusted his mentality and was about to speak again, Qing Zhou on the opposite side approached him, and the domineering and flamboyant dragon aura instantly surrounded him.

Her lips covered his lips softly.

The soft and gentle touch was quite different from her impression. She slightly raised her hand to cover his sight, while the other hand stroked the base of Mu Zhe's tail.

Mu Zhe sank half of his body on the sofa, he didn't expect such a development.

When his brain reacted, he was overwhelmed by the physical sensation
I was overwhelmed and could only bear it passively.

The duration of this kiss was neither long nor short, if it had to be mentioned, it was only less than a minute.

Qing Zhou turned over, put one hand on the sofa, looked down at Mu Zhe, her eyes were dark, she seemed to be completely unaffected, clear and calm, but her behavior was far from this emotion. match.

She adjusted her posture, and leaned down again with barely a break.

Mu Zhe subconsciously let out a "huh", and the moan was short and rapid.

This time it took much longer than the last time, and I stopped because of Mu Zhe.

When the affection was strong, the boy reached out and hugged Qing Zhou's neck, pressed the back of Qing Zhou's head with one hand, and slowly and gently shook her dragon horn.

The dragon horn is crystal clear, and the warm dark orange color appears through the light. It feels like warm jade when you hold it. It is not cold, but has a bit of its own human body temperature.

He just shook it lightly, but he didn't expect Qingzhou to stand up suddenly.

... She probably knows how Mu Zhe feels every time her tail is touched by her.

Sour and numbing, like an electric impulse, came down the dragon's horns.

It's completely different from touching other places, roughly speaking - especially on the top.

Even Qingzhou couldn't bear the pleasure of that moment, his eyes darkened, he raised his head and adjusted his breathing.

In the brief silence, something seemed to spread in the living room.

The young man raised his head, the corners of his eyes were red, almost overflowing with physiological tears.

"I……"

When they spoke again, whether it was Qingzhou or Mu Zhe, their voices were somewhat indescribably hoarse.

This is just a normal physiological response.

Qingzhou said there was nothing strange and his reaction was quite natural.

She stood up expressionlessly, straightened her clothes, and said coldly like a heartless scumbag: "I went upstairs to take a shower... You just need to understand these things."

Mu Zhe took a breath, the blush on his cheeks was still there, he reacted a little bit, but his mind was more bewildered and joyful.

Qing Zhou's behavior is not concealed, nor does it mean to conceal or deceive, some things are self-evident.

"Qing Zhou..."

"Huh?" Qingzhou turned around. Under the light, those dark golden eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of warm light.

"It's nothing." Mu Zhe suddenly bent the corners of his lips. His lips were a little swollen, and it hurt a little when he laughed, but it was not the same as the pain after bleeding from a fight. It was soft and numb, a bit like she was stroking his tail. .

But the feeling is far less intense than that.

"Good night."

The young man said.

(End of this chapter)