Shenhao: I'm really a big villain

"Elbow, come in with me!"

Qin Lang put the phone aside, got up and went into the bedroom.

When Liuli came in with her daughter in her arms, the guy was already lying sideways on the floor.

Lifting the quilt, Qin Lang rested his chin on one hand and patted the empty floor with the other. He looked at Liuli standing at the door, who was a little dazed, and couldn't help urging, "Hurry up."

Liuli lowered her head, lay down silently, leaned against Qin Lang's arms, took out her little hand from under her body, and changed into a comfortable position.

Qin Lang posted it from behind, pondered for a moment, and suggested, "I think, my daughter is afraid of the cold, you let her stay between us, my pure yang body can better drive away the evil spirits brought about by your physical explosion. chill."

This evening, Qin Lang still has some things to do.

Intended to take the initiative to attack.

In order to prevent Liuli from using his daughter as an excuse to separate the two of them with an oil bottle in between, he had to take the initiative to speak and retreat.

"No, just leave it like this, my daughter will definitely not get used to it."

Liuli shook her head, resolutely refusing.

She also thinks that Qin Lang's proposal is good, and there is a high probability that her daughter will not reject it.

However, when she thought of the scene of the two facing each other, she felt her cheeks getting hot.

In that case, what is the difference between hugging and sleeping?

She couldn't accept staring at Qin Lang's face while sleeping, worried that she would be emotionally unstable.

"Okay, then I'll try to get as close as possible to facilitate the transmission of Yang Qi."

Qin Lang muttered, and stuck it up from behind.

Time passed by every minute and every second, and the girl lying in Liuli's arms pouted and hummed, not knowing what she was talking about.

There was a happy smile on the small face carved in powder and jade.

Liuli lowered her head, looking at the youngest apprentice in her arms, her face was also full of doting and warm expressions.

However, at this moment, Qin Lang behind her made an unusual movement, becoming a little sloppy, not as old-fashioned as before.

Liuli's brows frowned instantly, and she felt Qin Lang's hand on her lower back for a while, before it began to spread down.

However, she didn't speak to stop it in time, and her eyebrows became tighter and tighter, and she was a little uncertain what Qin Lang meant.

Maybe, this can better transmit pure yang energy and suppress cold energy?

"It's cold here, I'll keep you warm."

Qin Lang smiled, and solemnly put his hand on Liuli's moist buttocks.

Sometimes a dragon is drawn on the left, and sometimes a rainbow is drawn on the right.

Liuli tensed subconsciously, a little at a loss.

At her level, she is already able to mobilize her qi and blood like a finger, and she can restrain herself in time without reacting to any abnormalities in her body.

But now, for some reason, with Qin Lang's hand painting on her buttocks, Liuli felt the power of her blood surge suddenly.

The flow accelerated, and he couldn't even direct his body strength well, and his body trembled slightly.

"What are you doing?"

Liuli said in a deep voice, a little unhappy, she pursed her lips, her voice was very soft, worried that she would wake up the daughter in her arms.

Qin Lang laughed, "The coldness on your body has increased again, you have to restrain it, or you will wake up my daughter from the cold."

Liuli didn't look back, but twisted her body, showing some resistance.

But Qin Lang seems to have completely lost his high emotional intelligence at the moment, and has become a straight steel man, without taking into account Liuli's personal feelings at all.

Even though he could sense Liuli's dislike, he didn't intend to stop, and even his palms became bolder and more irregular.

When stretching the undergarment in an arc, Liuli couldn't help but speak softly, "Take your hands away!"

Qin Lang snorted, removed his palm with some loss of interest, and obediently stuck it to his waist, and stopped messing around again.

He didn't say a word, and retreated silently, keeping a relatively safe distance from Liuli.

The bedroom became quiet, only the sound of the alarm clock's hands turning was the most waking.

Liuli lowered her eyebrows, looking at the daughter in her arms, who was lying on her side, feeling a little uncomfortable in her heart.

She just didn't like Qin Lang's palms touching everywhere, it didn't mean not to keep him close.

But now, after being yelled at by her, Qin Lang seemed to be angry, and his whole body did not touch her for a moment.

This made Liuli feel a little uncomfortable in her heart. She always felt that she had done something wrong and made Qin Lang angry.

But at this moment, all the words have been spoken, so you can't ask Qin Lang to put his palm back, right?

Then what face will she have in the future, to talk to Qin Lang again?

Liuli's mind was in a state of confusion, and the cold air on her body gradually became turbulent. There was light in her eyes, and unconsciously, the speed of the cold air overflowing accelerated.

The girl who was hugged in her arms couldn't help but twitch, and murmured, "Cold, girl is cold~"

"Are you asleep?" Liuli said softly, no longer so calm.

Qin Lang was a little displeased, "Not yet."

"The spirit body of Bing Po is turbulent again, can you get closer?" Liuli pretended to be calm, comforting herself in her heart.

It was because of the explosion of Bing Po's spiritual body, and because her daughter was cold, she had no choice but to speak, not for any other reason.

If Qin Lang touches and fumbles with his hands again, she will still be unhappy.

"Ah."

Qin Lang gave a stiff hum, and stuck it up again, but this time, his hand was still safely placed on his waist, and he didn't intend to hug it.

The girl in her arms, the raving sound in her mouth, is pitiful.

Liuli seemed to be unable to see it, she grabbed Qin Lang's hand with her backhand, put it on her waist, and softly said, "You can get closer."

"Really, are you not angry anymore?"

There was surprise in Qin Lang's voice, and he put his palm on Liuli's flat belly.

Liuli shook her head, and replied softly, "Don't put your hands behind your back, I don't like that feeling very much."

After pondering for a moment, she said slowly again, "I feel that something is wrong with you tonight, you are messy, what's going on?"

Qin Lang's hand was not placed rigidly on his lower abdomen, but had a tendency to move upwards.

He knocked his head on Liuli's shoulder, and said softly, "I don't know, I just feel like sleeping with you, I can't stop thinking about it, I want to be closer to you, I can't describe it, I can't control it either."

While speaking, Qin Lang's palm was rising at a speed of one centimeter per word.

At the beginning Liuli listened, there was still an indescribable feeling in her heart, but when Qin Lang's hand gradually came to the place where the rib should be, she felt something was wrong again.

She wanted to yell at her, but when she remembered the consequences just now, she held back again, and only hoped that Qin Lang could consciously stop his movements and stop pushing forward.