The president's pet daughter

The dim environment, her pitiful eyes, and flushed cheeks made Song Mingzhe's eyes dim.

For some reason, seeing Ling Zhaozhao like this, he subconsciously wanted to rub her face.

Maybe it's not just the face.

The scenes in the movie flashed fast, and the music got weirder. Ling Zhaozhao grabbed Song Mingzhe's collar tightly, wishing to bury his face in it.

Song Mingzhe was even cornered by Ling Zhaozhao.

He looked at the woman in his arms who took the initiative to throw himself into his arms, and moved his arms helplessly to make her rub more comfortably.

"Where did it go?"

Ling Zhaozhao didn't even dare to look up, he grabbed Song Mingzhe's clothes and asked in a low voice.

"It's almost over."

Song Mingzhe looked at the scenes in the movie that were not scary at all, and replied calmly.

If she doesn't watch it anymore, she can only see the end credits.

Hearing what Song Mingzhe said, Ling Zhaozhao seemed to come to his senses.

Then she discovered something even more embarrassing.

I didn't know when my leg straddled Song Mingzhe's thigh, and I didn't even realize it. I pulled him for so long.

"I didn't mean to, sorry."

Ling Zhaozhao murmured in a low voice, wanting to retract his legs carefully.

But the light in the living room was really dim, and her and Song Mingzhe's clothes were intertwined, and she didn't know whose clothes were hindering her, and she couldn't pull her legs back no matter how she moved.

The more anxious she was, the tighter she was bound.

Song Mingzhe didn't think there was anything wrong at first, but Ling Zhaozhao rubbed against his lap like this, even if it was nothing, there was something.

"Stop moving."

His deep and mellow voice came out from between his lips and tongue, and compared to before, there was a little more unexplained emotion in it.

Song Mingzhe pressed Ling Zhaozhao's shoulder and signaled her not to move any more. At this moment, the movie had finished playing, and the whole living room was plunged into darkness.

Ling Zhaozhao couldn't see Song Mingzhe's face clearly, and naturally he couldn't see the inexplicable emotion surging in his eyes.

"It seems like something is tripping me..."

Ling Zhaozhao's voice was low and aggrieved.

She didn't dawdle on purpose like this.

Does he feel that these actions of his have ulterior motives?

"I'll be fine."

Song Mingzhe gently comforted her, lowered his eyes to withdraw his expression, stretched out his hand to separate their entangled clothes one by one, and then held her ankle.

In the darkness, Ling Zhaozhao couldn't see Song Mingzhe's movements clearly, but only felt that his strength was very gentle.

The moment his slender fingers grasped her ankle, Ling Zhaozhao couldn't help feeling itchy.

It was so itchy that she felt panicked in her heart.

In the dark environment, her sense of touch was infinitely magnified. Even though she was holding her ankle through the fabric, it still gave her a strange feeling.

Song Mingzhe seemed to feel Ling Zhaozhao's momentary tense emotions, and pursed his lips, not knowing if it was intentional, his fingers brushed her feet vaguely.

This time, Ling Zhaozhao's tight string was broken.

She subconsciously exerted a force, trying to drive away the inexplicable itching, but accidentally hooked the corner of Song Mingzhe's clothes that had finally been separated.

She was already flustered by not being able to see. In the confusion, she felt a sense of weightlessness and fell straight backwards.

He didn't forget to grab Song Mingzhe's collar tightly.

Song Mingzhe was caught off guard and pulled over.

Ling Zhaozhao collapsed on the sofa, and Song Mingzhe's warm breath rushed towards him.

His tall figure directly covered her completely, and his face lightly brushed her cheek.

Song Mingzhe's arms propped up on both sides of her, barely letting his weight fall on her.

Ling Zhaozhao's long and curled eyelashes just accidentally swept across his face, making his eyes dark.

Obviously he could get up immediately, but now he doesn't want to.

He suddenly thought of the three words Dengtuzi.

At this moment, it was in line with what he was doing.

Seeing that he was still not moving, Ling Zhaozhao thought that he had encountered some difficulty, so he couldn't help but move his body.

"what happened?"

Her soft voice came from under him, making Song Mingzhe's throat tighten.

The blurred vision magnifies other senses. Her soft sound undoubtedly caused many bad thoughts to surge in Song Mingzhe's mind.

They were so close that he could kiss her just by turning his face slightly.

"Zhao Zhao..."

Song Mingzhe suddenly pronounced her name subconsciously, with a bit of charming breath.

Ling Zhaozhao also felt uncomfortable.

It was the first time for her to have intimate contact with the opposite sex in such a sober state.

Even though Song Mingzhe refrained from putting his weight on her body, she still felt this masculine aura that couldn't be concealed.

Her heartbeat has never been normal since the beginning.

Before Song Mingzhe could think about what to say, a bell rang outside the door.

And it was still ringing one after another.

Ling Zhaozhao couldn't help thinking of the horror movie he just watched, and he became nervous.

"Don't be afraid, it won't be a ghost."

Song Mingzhe felt Ling Zhaozhao's fear, and comforted her gently, but at the same time felt a little helpless.

There are no ghosts in this world, but there will be Ling Yan who doesn't know good and bad to spoil the atmosphere.

When Song Mingzhe got up to open the door, seeing Ling Yan standing outside the door, he pursed his lips impatiently.

"You two went to bed so early, didn't you even turn on the lights?"

Ling Yan rubbed her hands, and walked in very familiarly.

He also kindly turned on the lights for them.

As soon as he turned on the light, Ling Yan saw Ling Zhaozhao lying on the sofa with a flushed face, and his clothes were still a little messy.

In an instant, Ling Yan became petrified.

He turned his head stiffly, and looked at Song Mingzhe with some embarrassment, his face was full of embarrassment.

"Did I bother you..."

Cough, it turned out that turning off the lights was doing something sneaky.

Looking at Ling Yan's expression, Ling Zhaozhao knew what his unreliable brother was thinking, so he couldn't help throwing a pillow at him.

"What are you doing here?"

Ling Yan firmly caught the pillow thrown by Ling Zhaozhao, and looked at Song Mingzhe with a playful smile.

"It's too cold, I'm here to borrow clothes from my brother-in-law, don't you know if it's okay?"

He was so cold that he had no choice but to come up and knock on the door.

If he knew that it would disturb their good deeds, he would not come up even if he was killed.

Song Mingzhe pressed the bridge of his nose and nodded in agreement.

Seeing that Song Mingzhe agreed, Ling Yan excitedly went to choose his clothes.

Seeing Ling Yan enter the room, Song Mingzhe walked up to Ling Zhaozhao with an expression of surprise.

"When will your brother go back?"

He really couldn't take it anymore.