Heart-Seizing Contract: Mr. Lu's pet

The morning of New Year's Day.

I don't know when last night, the sky actually slowly fell thin small snowflakes.

In this not too cold winter, it adds a bit of color to people.

In the air, because of the falling snowflakes, there is a bit of cold fragrance.

Song Zhixing was wrapped in a thick coat, and as soon as he walked out the door, he saw a young man leaning on a black car across the road outside the door.

When he saw Song Zhixing, a smile suddenly appeared on Lu Qingbei's face.

Like winter plums blooming in the cold winter, cold and warm.

It is the most beautiful color in this winter.

Song Zhixing's eyes were unconsciously stained with a smile, but that icy little face was still reserved without any fluctuations.

As soon as she stepped forward, there was warmth in her palm.

A cup of hot milk tea was stuffed into her hand.

"It's too early, I'm afraid you will be hungry, so I bought you breakfast."

Song Zhixing originally wanted to ask him if he had eaten, but Lu Qingbei took a step ahead of him, and immediately put the question in his stomach back.

Wei Wei hooked her lips and said with a smile: "Is it just me?"

The boy froze for a moment, and asked nervously, "Is there anyone else with us?"

So should he buy another copy now?

Song Zhixing looked at him with a confused look on his face.

I couldn't help laughing, and shook my head: "No, it's just the two of us."

Today is the first date of the two of them, so it is purely a time for the two of them alone.

When the boy heard this, he couldn't help laughing.

It's just the two of them, a world of two, no more than one person is allowed.

Song Zhixing looked at his clothes and frowned: "Why are you wearing so little, how long have you been standing here?"

After being cared for, a taste called love rose in the boy's heart.

It was as sweet as the cup of pearl milk tea in her hand.

It made him feel a little flustered.

"It's not cold, I still have clothes in the car."

With you here, he no longer feels cold.

Song Zhixing glanced at it, and hurriedly said: "Then let's get in the car first."

Today, because of the sudden snowfall, the ground is covered with a thin layer of ice, which melts into broken ice when you step on it.

The boy regained his composure, and the two of them got into the car first.

Sitting in the car, Song Zhixing took a sip of the milk tea in his hand.

The sweet and fragrant taste really warms the heart at once.

"Drink some, too, to keep you warm."

The girl naturally brought the cup in her hand to Lu Qingbei.

The straw that touched her lips had a seductive luster.

Lu Qingbei glanced at it blankly, and asked a little uncertainly, "You, don't you drink?"

So do they count as kissing like last night?

Thinking of this, the young man suddenly felt dry mouth, and his eyes fell on Song Zhixing's cherry red lips.

There seems to be a little bit of milk tea left on it, moist and warm, with a tempting taste.

"Such a big cup, I can't drink it alone."

Song Zhixing smiled and answered naturally.

He raised the cup in his hand to him.

I thought that boys like them don't like such sweet things, so I coaxed like Xianbao.

"Try it, it's really delicious."

The girl approached suddenly, and the faint cold fragrance hiding behind her also followed her.

Just like the smell that drove him crazy last night.

Lu Qingbei panicked.

Grabbing the cup in Song Zhixing's hand, he quickly turned his head and took a sip of the milk tea.

"How is it? Is it delicious, sweet or not?"

Song Zhixing asked nervously.

Because she likes it, Lu Qingbei will give her a cup almost every time.

But in this winter, his milk tea will always be a good heat.

But she had never seen Lu Qingbei drinking.

Naturally, Song Zhixing didn't feel that a young master like Lu Qingbei was reluctant to pay for a cup of milk tea.

Most likely it was because Lu Qingbei himself didn't like drinking at all.

"Drink it well."

The boy turned around and replied in a daze.

He had already lost his sense of taste for what he drank just now.

As soon as he turned his head, his eyes fell on Song Zhixing's lips.

The pink and tender red, the delicate color, seems to be tempting him to ravage.

He couldn't help but think of the shock and touch brought to him by the two lips last night.

The beauty is unforgettable, and the excitement is overwhelming.

It's sweet and makes people want to kiss again...

Thinking of this, the young man hurriedly pushed Song Zhixing back to his seat, and said in a panic, "Sit, sit down, we're leaving."

As he spoke, he stuffed the milk tea he had just taken back into Song Zhixing's hands.

Just as he was about to buckle his seat belt, his face softened suddenly.

Song Zhixing took the initiative to lean over and slapped him on the face.

Lu Qingbei: He's dead!