Drifting Towards You

"What's the matter?" Li Xiaoxiao was not sure, so she looked at him blankly.

He didn't say a word, just stared at her so silently, the meaning of his eyes was unclear.

After a few seconds, Li Xiaoxiao finally reacted, her face blushing a bit instantly: "I...I just can't worry about your injury."

"En." He answered softly and took her into his arms, his chin rested lightly on top of her head, and his eyes fell silent.

Li Xiaoxiao buried his face in his arms and said dullly, "Is it painful?"

"Yep."

"It really hurts? What should I do?"

Upon hearing his answer, Li Xiaoxiao couldn't help but worry even more. He wanted to do something for him, but he seemed to be unable to do anything.

"Just give it a kiss."

Just when she was upset, Si Mocheng spoke in a low voice.

Li Xiaoxiao looked at him in surprise. In his deep vision, his gaze moved down a little bit, falling from his tall nose to the pale lips.

His lips are beautiful, not the kind of thin lips that look ruthless, but they are not thick.

His lips are very beautiful, and he seems to be a man of deep affection, but the arc is too cold, and it looks a little unkind.

A bit contradictory, but beautiful.

Li Xiaoxiao swallowed lightly, a little nervous as he watched.

"Dear... it doesn't hurt after a kiss?" She asked him seriously.

Si Mocheng thought for a while, then slowly said, "It may take two strokes."

Li Xiaoxiao's face blushed a bit, hesitated for a moment, closed his eyes and moved towards him gently.

The soft pink lips pressed against his pale petals, and they moved away at the touch of a touch, and then concealed them.

Si Mocheng frowned infrequently, and apparently she had left before she could taste anything.

In the faint, only that moment of softness remained on his lips, but it made him feel that it was not enough.

"Does it still hurt?" Li Xiaoxiao was still firmly imprisoned by him, and gently raised his head to look at him.

"En." His eyes were deep, and he replied without salty or lightness, and his gaze flicked over the pink and moist mouth, not knowing what he was thinking.

He didn't speak, but Li Xiaoxiao understood what he meant.

Although...Although the two people have been together for a long time, except for the first time when she was drunk, he took the initiative in most of the other times. Now she is really a little unwilling to let her kiss him like this.

But then, thinking of his injuries, she felt distressed again.

Actually... it's okay to kiss, just a little embarrassed.

Si Mocheng waited for a while, and saw that she didn't mean to kiss again, he couldn't help but feel a little lost.

Li Xiaoxiao's heart softened and said softly: "You...you sit on the bed."

"En?" Simocheng asked in a low voice.

Li Xiaoxiao was really not embarrassed to look at him. He would not be wearing a shirt, his tight and powerful muscles were hot and hot. She leaned against his arms, and felt her cheeks burning inexplicably, and she didn't know where to look.

Although puzzled, Simocheng sat back on the bed in response.

Li Xiaoxiao gritted her teeth and sat directly on his thigh. Before he could react, she put her arms around his neck and bowed her head and kissed it.

Li Xiaoxiao closed his eyes tightly, and couldn't tell whether it was mostly nervous or shy.

She always has a thick skin, but a thin skin.

But she still feels sorry for him, so she won't want to be ridiculous.

Si Mocheng subconsciously held her slender waist, and before he could react, he felt the unfinished softness on his lips, and kissed her slightly jerky, his little wet tongue tentatively slipped into his mouth. in.