Heart-Seizing Contract: Mr. Lu's pet

The hard fingertips lightly touched the collarbone.

That subtle touch made Song Zhixing's sensitive nerves twitch.

Nervously clutching his clothes, sitting in his arms, whispered in a flustered voice.

"Actually, I want to honor my mother for a hundred days..."

Song Zhixing bit her lip lightly, raised her head, and looked at him with wet black eyes.

"However, when she left, she wrote to me that she told me to live happily and not to be burdened by her."

"She hopes that I can live a good life, and I also feel that I should follow my heart."

Song Zhixing's fingertips lightly brushed the clothes on his chest.

Some trembling nervously.

This is the first time she has done this kind of thing. It is very shameful and requires enough courage.

She didn't want to leave regrets for herself, and she also wanted to listen to her mother's words and not immerse herself in sadness.

Wherever the fingertips touch, a string of desire and flames are naturally aroused.

On Lu Qingbei's seemingly calm surface, his heart was already turbulent.

Clutching Song Zhixing's wrist, Lu Qingbei frowned and said, "Of course your mother wouldn't blame you, she wouldn't blame me, would she?"

He knew that Song Zhixing was still mourning the death of his mother recently.

Although she always smiles when she looks at herself.

But Lu Qingbei is not blind, how could he not see if it was a genuine smile or not.

He knew about Song Zhixing's past, so he cared more about the girl in front of him.

These days, he really didn't deviate at all.

Every time she looked at Song Zhixing and wanted to kiss, she honestly held back.

Just because she was afraid that she would misunderstand him as a man with only lust.

Of course, he definitely has lust.

But if you torture him again and again, his lust will be ready to move.

Song Zhixing looked at him with a nervous expression.

He couldn't help laughing and said, "You haven't seen my mother, she blames you, and you won't be afraid of her."

What he said was cool behind his back.

Song Zhixing didn't care at all and asked, "Just this one chance, do you want me or not?"

After finishing speaking, he bowed his head in embarrassment.

With a blushing face, she whispered, "Today is my 20th birthday, and your gift hasn't been delivered yet."

Besides, it was already dark, and the time would be over soon, so he really didn't express it?

Lu Qingbei leaned forward and whispered: "Your mother really doesn't blame me?"

When your mother is alive, he is naturally not afraid.

But your mother is dead, she is blaming me, I am a little scared.

Song Zhixing was so angry that he almost spoke out.

He just felt that the person in front of him was angry and funny, so he got up with a cold face.

"I thought you were different from others, but you really liked me. It turns out that you are not as good as those people, at least they are full of lust."

You're fine, you're timid before you even start.

Song Zhixing's angry little face was filled with annoyance.

Just as he turned around, he felt drunk, his feet softened, and he sat down again suddenly.

Lu Qingbei gasped suddenly, met Song Zhixing's frightened black eyes, and stretched out his hand to hold her down.

"Actually, I'm not very timid."

Song Zhixing looked at him in surprise, and saw that he was struggling, and slowly stretched out his arms, wrapping his arms around his neck.

Lowering his head, he whispered, "I have no experience for the first time, can you take the initiative?"

Lu Qingbei: Yes, it's very good, but it's his first time, and he has no experience...

As if just following instinct, the palms on Song Zhixing's waist were clasped tightly.

Press her down.

Biting her lip, she seemed to have made a major decision and said, "If your mother wants to blame, just blame me..."

Song Zhixing was taken aback.

I couldn't help laughing out loud.

"My mother is not so unreasonable. She likes what I like, and what I want...she won't blame you."

And he looked like he was cursed bread.

It seems that whoever takes a bite will die.

This expression is too heroic and righteous.

Although he thought it was a little funny, Song Zhixing knew it very well.

When Lu Qingbei said this, he just felt that her mother had just passed away.

I'm afraid that I think he is taking advantage of others, and I don't want her to misunderstand.

She herself did not misunderstand.

With a blushing face, she lightly touched his lips.

Soft waves rippled in her watery eyes, slowly spreading from her eyes.

"This suite is very expensive. I only booked it for one night. Are you sure you want to waste your time on this kind of thing?"

She is a girl.

It's really embarrassing to say something so explicit.

Although she imitated the tone of those people on TV, there was still a little tremor in her voice.

That Zhang was frightened and timid, but tried his best to pretend to be active and bold.

So cute!

With a thought, Lu Qingbei felt that Song Zhixing had won his life.

Alcohol cooperates with the brain, the brain cooperates with the nerves, and the body driven by the nerves makes the two of them forget themselves very quickly.

Maybe it was intentional sinking.

Maybe it's a matter of course.

Or, these are just premeditated.

It's just that under the most primitive motivation, neither of them is willing to think about it further.

The two of them fell down on the big bed one after another, with fresh and fragrant rose petals, dancing gorgeously from the bed.

It fell weakly on the soft and delicate carpet.

In the air, there seems to be a scent of aromatherapy, rich and charming.

The wavy crystal bead curtain swayed slightly.

The whole breath is in this kind of mutual affection, developing happily and beautifully.

The crystal lamp above the head emits a scorching light.

The light in the room dimmed instantly.

In the room, apart from bursts of harmonious and subtle sounds, there is nothing else.

In the silent night.

Only the neon outside the window, cast in through the open window.

The brilliant light, like a shy and reserved young man below him, sips his shadow.

The whole city, because of those young and vigorous lives, unshackled under the gloomy light, prospered wantonly!

The gorgeous and colorful fireworks are finally beautiful in a moment.

After the prosperity of the prosperous age, it is exchanged for the tranquility of spring rain and moistening things.

Winter nights are always extraordinarily long.

But in front of the young life, this night is but a flash, and soon the sun will rise and the dusk will appear, and a layer of fish maw will be reflected in the dark sky.

The sky was just gray, gradually waking up.

After a night of lingering, there are two bodies with their fingers intertwined.

In a quiet room.

There was a small sound from the bathroom.

The door of the bathroom opened from the inside, and a delicate figure came out staggering a little tired.

Seeing the sleeping figure on the messy bed through the weak light, Song Zhixing's face flushed slightly.

His eyes fell on his half-naked back exposed outside the quilt.

The red finger marks on it were made by her accidentally.

Looking through the light from the window, it looks even more delicate and dazzling.

Song Zhixing's eyes fell on the sleeping face, and a slight smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Fingertips slowly touched the tip of his brow, and whispered: "Goodbye, my boyfriend!