The president's pet daughter

Song Mingzhe approached gently, and his warm breath sprayed on Ling Zhaozhao's neck, making Ling Zhaozhao itchy for a while.

Her arms, like lotus root joints, rested on Song Mingzhe's shoulders, shining white, and directly dazzled Song Mingzhe's eyes.

Song Mingzhe stabilized his mind, lowered his eyes slightly, and helped Ling Zhaozhao sort out the messy silver chains on his body.

I don't know if it's because the silver chain is too messy to sort out his thoughts, or if Song Mingzhe did it on purpose. Ling Zhaozhao felt that his actions were serious and pious, but he couldn't figure out what to do.

Ling Zhaozhao glanced at the still messy silver chain on his body, and couldn't help frowning slightly.

"Otherwise I'll take them all off."

The shape of this skirt is not bad, and the material is also comfortable. Although the silver chain is taken off, it doesn't look so good, but it can still catch the eye as an ordinary skirt.

"Don't worry, it will be fine later."

Hearing Ling Zhaozhao's impatience, Song Mingzhe softly coaxed Ling Zhaozhao onto the sofa to finish. He also put a soft pillow behind Ling Zhaozhao's back. The resentment in Zhao Zhao's heart dissipated a lot.

Song Mingzhe was too tall, and it was too tiring just to bend over, so he simply half-kneeled in front of Ling Zhaozhao, devoutly like a believer.

The sky outside the window was pitch black, as if a heavy rainstorm was about to fall in the next second.

The wind slammed into the window violently, making a deafening noise.

The light in the room was dim, and Ling Zhaozhao couldn't see Song Mingzhe's expression clearly, but felt his warm fingertips brushing over her exposed skin, arousing goose bumps on her skin.

He does it slowly and provocatively.

What made Ling Zhaozhao even more embarrassed was that there were bells attached to the back of these silver chains. Every time Song Mingzhe moved, Ling Zhaozhao couldn't help trembling.

This kind of visual, auditory and sensory stimulation made Ling Zhaozhao suddenly feel strange emotions.

Ling Zhaozhao was a little parched from being teased by his little actions, so he couldn't help but push him.

Feeling Song Mingzhe's tough muscles, Ling Zhaozhao withdrew his hand like an electric shock.

It's strange, obviously I touch it every day, but now I feel a little different.

But as for what was different, Ling Zhaozhao couldn't tell.

"This room is too dark, go and turn on the light, lest you won't be able to turn it on for a long time."

She finally understood that with Song Mingzhe's hands-on ability, these silver chains were no problem at all, and he must have a plan for being so slow.

But Ling Zhaozhao didn't know what Song Mingzhe was planning.

It was obviously the cool breath coming from the heavy rain, but it made Ling Zhaozhao feel an imperceptible sultriness.

It also made her heart jump wildly.

"No, wait a moment."

Song Mingzhe's hands fluttered, and he untied several silver chains in an instant.

He was well aware of Ling Zhaozhao's temperament, if his movements were slower, this little ancestor would definitely not be happy.

Moreover, he explained it like this, which undoubtedly added some indescribable feelings to himself.

Song Mingzhe pursed his lips, trying to make his expression and movements look calm.

The weather was already cool, Ling Zhaozhao couldn't help shivering when touched by the cold temperature of the silver chain.

Song Mingzhe seemed to feel Ling Zhaozhao's trembling, and his fingertips covered the place where Ling Zhaozhao was just grazed by the silver chain.

For a moment, Ling Zhaozhao felt like he was in a world of ice and fire.

What happened next was even more weird. Every time Song Mingzhe untied a silver chain, Ling Zhaozhao would feel the feeling of ice and fire.

To Ling Zhaozhao's surprise, she did not reject this feeling.

Song Mingzhe raised his eyes to observe Ling Zhaozhao's expression, and found that she was biting her lip, which was so tender and tender.

It is stormy outside, and the house is ambiguously surging.

"All right."

Song Mingzhe did not forget to pinch the soft flesh on Ling Zhaozhao's waist, his tone was a little hoarse.

Ling Zhaozhao followed the untied silver chains and found that the positions of these silver chains were exactly along the curve of her figure.

Thinking of Song Mingzhe's serious expression just now, Ling Zhaozhao's face turned red.

When Song Mingzhe was untying these silver chains, he was definitely not following her body trajectory.

Ling Zhaozhao had reason to suspect that Song Mingzhe bought this dress with ulterior motives.

Ling Zhaozhao's feet were already a little swollen, and Song Mingzhe would massage Ling Zhaozhao in the past to prevent her from being too uncomfortable.

So Song Mingzhe's fingertips lightly brushed across Ling Zhaozhao's calf, straight down, causing Ling Zhaozhao to cry softly.

"I'm hungry, you'd better cook first, I don't need a massage today."

Ling Zhaozhao took Song Mingzhe's mischievous hand away very "understanding", trying to prevent his next move.

But what Song Mingzhe had planned would never be reversed easily.

"Not in a hurry."

His tone was still the same, calming Ling Zhaozhao's inner restlessness, Ling Zhaozhao could only watch helplessly as he pinched his foot along his calf.

The weather outside the house was dreary all morning, and suddenly it seemed to be poured out. With the constant thunder and rain, the curtain slowly kicked off.

Listening to the movement outside the window, Ling Zhaozhao couldn't help but grab Song Mingzhe's arm.

Song Mingzhe pressed the soles of her feet gently, stimulating her nerves.

I don't know if it's because of the clothes, but every time Ling Zhaozhao shakes, he can hear the crisp bells coming from his body.

The sound of the bell was extraordinarily crisp in the dull sound, and each hit hit Ling Zhaozhao's heart directly.

Ling Zhaozhao wanted to hold down these mischievous bells, but found that there were too many bells, and he couldn't press them with two hands.

"Did you do it on purpose?"

Ling Zhaozhao shook his feet, feeling the itching on the soles of his feet, and said a little reproachfully.

Song Mingzhe didn't speak, but silently put more force on his hands, making Ling Zhaozhao scream.

Ling Zhaozhao could feel that Song Mingzhe's hand was touching up her feet little by little, his face blushed and he didn't know what to do.

"I……"

Ling Zhaozhao's broken voice was extraordinarily soft amidst the thunder, which was enough to make Song Mingzhe emotionally moved.

Song Mingzhe's eyes dimmed, and he pinched Ling Zhaozhao's leg all the way up, looking at his masterpiece, his lips couldn't help curling up.

Ling Zhaozhao wanted to make a voice of condemnation, but was blocked by Song Mingzhe.

Ling Zhaozhao could feel the changes in his own body, and the crisp bells echoed in the ears of the two of them, which was enough to imbue the atmosphere in the room with different emotions.

Outside the window is the sound of thunder and rain, and inside the house is confusion.

Ling Zhaozhao grabbed the silver chain on his body, feeling too cold, so he couldn't help grabbing Song Mingzhe's arm.

The heat and the cold made her even more exciting.

Song Mingzhe glanced at Ling Zhaozhao, who had flushed cheeks, and pinched her face.

"Let me eat first, Zhao Zhao."

With a soft sigh, he swallowed Ling Zhaozhao's words of rejection.

He endured long enough and was patient enough.