Wear it quickly and don’t mess with the cutie

After a while, Qiao Zimo, holding a milk cup, walked to the bed.While lying on the bed watching a movie, Qiao Muxi didn't notice anyone coming in.The palm of the hand supports the chin and the waistline draws a soft arc, and the white feet are swaying in the air.

Suddenly her restless feet were pinned down and unable to move. When she turned around, she saw Qiao Zimo holding her ankle, smiling.

"Drink the milk," Qiao Zimo said and sat down, but the palm of his ankle was still clutched. He put the hand holding the milk to his mouth and watched her drink it.

The smooth touch in his palm made Qiao Zimo unable to put it down. His fingertips rubbed delicately, as if he were touching a piece of warm white jade.

No one noticed this small friction movement, except for Qiao Zimo, one of the parties involved. He put the finished water glass on the table, did not leave, but leaned into Qiao Muxi’s ear: "What movie are you watching? Can I come with you?" see?"

"Brother, come on, let's watch together, I'm so scared."

Just waiting for Qiao Muxi's invitation, Qiao Zimo climbed onto the bed as expected. Qiao Zimo was about to move to the other side to make room when he was interrupted by Qiao Zimo.

"Don't move, I'm watching from behind. The two of you can see more clearly." Qiao Zimo leaned back and naturally put his arms on her shoulders from behind, holding her whole body in his arms.

The movie had just started playing. Qiao Muxi, who was watching the movie seriously, instinctively leaned on his shoulders and found the most comfortable position to huddle in his arms behind him.

In order to enhance the atmosphere of watching a horror movie, there was only a small lamp dimly lit in the room.

Qiao Muxi watched the movie intently, blinking and closing her eyes suddenly when she encountered a fearful place, shrinking back into the safe embrace behind her.

But Qiao Zimo's attention was not on the movie, but on the little man in his arms.

His breathing was messed up, but he didn't dare to breathe heavily for fear of disturbing the people in front of him. At this time, his heart was beating very fast, and it was deafening to his ears.

His eyes were uncontrollably placed on Qiao Muxi in front of him from behind, looking at the eyes with long eyelashes focused on the movie and the small nose from the angle above, sliding down to the soft and moist lips.

Below is the swan-like neck and delicate collarbone, which are covered by thin pajamas.

Qiao Zimo's Adam's apple rolled up and down, and the sweet and familiar smell penetrated his nose one after another, making him confused.

Young people who are full of vitality are unable to withstand temptation. Now Qiao Zimo is like a bomb that will explode at the touch of it.His breath became heavier and hotter, to the point of scalding.

"Ahhhhh-!!"

The movie reaches its most exciting and frightening point. The heroine, who is not afraid of death, walks out of the safe house alone with a knife. As expected, she encounters a ghost who suddenly appears.

"Ah! Well...", he was also frightened by the sudden appearance of the ghost. He subconsciously covered his eyes with the quilt, then shrank back and was hugged by Qiao Zimo.

"There's a ghost... there's a ghost." The frightened Qiao Muxi turned around and hugged Qiao Zimo's waist in horror, refusing to let go.

Woohoo, why should a ghost suddenly pop up and scare people? She was shaking and burying her head in the chest of the person behind her, not daring to raise her head. Don't horror movies have to be scary? Don't they have to be scary?

The stunned Qiao Zimo first slowly put his hand on her back and touched her soothingly. He deliberately lowered his slightly hoarse voice and asked with concern: "Are you scared?"

As he spoke, Qiao Zimo used his arms to lift the person with his slender arms and sit on his lap.

She nodded dully and buried herself in Qiao Zimo's arms.

Qiao Zimo sighed and touched her head sympathetically, then hugged her upward.If he was scared, he would watch ghost movies. If he were not frightened, he would cry and huddle under the quilt in the room.Finally, when I was tired of crying, I hugged the quilt and went to sleep. Thinking of this, I felt heartbroken.