Quickly wear the sinister villain, let go of my tail

Song Guo lay on the bed, like a puddle of mud, motionless, as if all the bones in his body had been pulled out.

During this period of time, he really felt hopeless. Ever since his lover started having sex, the frequency with which he left bed dropped drastically.

Not only that, his lover was so considerate as to take over his assistant work, under the pretext of letting him have a good rest.

But the little squirrel Song Guo would rather not have this kind of thoughtfulness, because his poor waist can't bear it!!!

Song Guo cried silently in his heart. He felt that if he continued like this, his body would not be able to take it.

He couldn't understand why his lover was so energetic. He now had to sleep in bed for ten hours every day just to barely regain some energy.

He hasn't seen the sun for a long time and spends every day in bed. The little squirrel Song Guo feels like he is about to become useless.

At this moment, Song Guo was looking at Ding Siyuan who was working with a resentful look. The look in his eyes almost turned into substance, and he wished he could poke a hole in the back of Ding Siyuan's head.

Song Guo bit her handkerchief in her heart and cursed Ding Siyuan secretly: Humph, bad guy, sooner or later I will squeeze you dry!

Ding Siyuan, who was sitting at his desk, suddenly felt a thorn in his back. He knew that it must be his little fans looking at him with resentment again.

Feeling guilty, Ding Siyuan quickly put down his work, walked to the bed with a cup of steaming hot milk tea, and said flatteringly: "Guoguo, you have worked hard. Here, your favorite white moonlight milk tea."

Ding Siyuan smiled very attentively, looking like a henpecked husband.

Song Guo glared at Ding Siyuan coquettishly and cursed in her heart: This shameless man is simply a beast in well-dressed clothes!

Although she was very angry, Song Guo couldn't resist her love for milk tea.

The little squirrel Song Guo struggled to get up from the bed, reached out to take the milk tea handed to him by Ding Siyuan, and couldn't wait to take a big sip.

When the warm liquid slid down his throat, Song Guo couldn't help but frown and look surprised.

"Brother Siyuan, did you buy the wrong one? This milk tea is actually at room temperature!" Song Guo complained, "How can room temperature milk tea taste as good as iced milk tea!"

After saying this, he pouted his little mouth high, as if he had suffered a great injustice, just like a cute and arrogant little puffer fish.

Looking at the look of his little fan, Ding Siyuan smiled helplessly, then touched his nose and apologized to him sincerely.

"I'm sorry, Guoguo, I know you like iced milk tea.

But your health is not very good now, so you can't drink anything too cold." Ding Siyuan explained while gently stroking Song Guo's hand, hoping to calm him down.

However, Song Guo didn't seem to appreciate it. She still pouted and muttered, "But I really want to drink something cold..."

His soft and cute voice makes people feel pity for him.

Seeing this, Ding Siyuan had no choice but to continue coaxing him.

"Baby, just bear with it for a while. When you recover, I will buy you lots of iced milk tea, okay?"

Ding Siyuan comforted him softly, and at the same time patted his perky buttocks lightly to show his affection.

After hearing her lover's promise, Song Guo's mood finally improved a little.

Song Guo nodded, reluctantly accepting this reality. At the same time, Ding Siyuan also breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that he had finally coaxed this little ancestor.

Song Guo leaned on his lover's shoulder and watched the drama leisurely, drinking milk tea. He wanted to drink it slowly because it would be gone once he finished it.

There is probably no squirrel in the world more miserable than him. He would be criticized even for drinking a cup of milk tea.

The soft and boneless little guy gradually became absorbed in the plot, but Ding Siyuan fell into torment. Song Guo's seductive figure just now kept appearing in his mind. His skin was as delicate and smooth as white jade, exuding charming temptation.

As the images kept emerging, Ding Siyuan's throat became dry and a burning desire surged in his heart.

Ding Siyuan quickly picked up the milk tea in his hand and drank it in big gulps, trying to use the sweet liquid to quench his inner restlessness.

However, no matter how hard he tried, the irrepressible feeling of heat always lingered.

Seeing Ding Siyuan drinking milk tea so eagerly, Song Guo asked in confusion: "Brother Siyuan, why are you so thirsty? Did you over-exercise just now?"

Song Guo blinked, a sly smile flashing in his eyes.

Ding Siyuan was speechless for a moment and didn't know how to answer.

He smiled helplessly, scratched his little fan's delicate nose lovingly, and said in a teasing tone: "Little rascal, you ask even though you know the answer. If you didn't feel sorry for Guoguo, Guoguo probably wouldn't be able to get up now!"

Ding Siyuan's eyes fell meaningfully on Song Guo's butt, with a playful smile on his face.

Song Guo was startled and quickly shook his head and waved his hands to deny it, fearing that his lover would misunderstand him.

"Guoguo, don't you want to rest? Huh?! If so, I will fulfill Guoguo's wish." Ding Siyuan raised the corner of his mouth slightly, looking at Song Guo with a smile, his eyes full of threats.

The little squirrel trembled with fear, and in panic he struggled to break free from his lover's arms, wrapped himself tightly in the quilt, and begged for mercy pitifully: "┭┮﹏┭┮, I was wrong, Brother Siyuan."

"Guoguo, don't make such jokes easily next time. I will take it seriously. I'll go to the bathroom first." After Ding Siyuan said this, he stood up and prepared to leave.

Song Guo nodded rapidly, indicating that he understood.

When Ding Siyuan took off his shirt, Song Guo's eyes widened instantly.

I saw my lover showing off his well-defined, sexy muscles, and several ambiguous red marks on his back.

Song Guo stared at the red marks, feeling excited. She couldn't help swallowing her saliva. Her legs unconsciously clamped the quilt, and she wailed in her heart: What should I do? I really want to pounce on Brother Siyuan!

Although he was moved, Song Guo was also aware of his current condition and his body could not bear any more.

The little squirrel could only suppress the impulse in his heart and lie obediently on the bed waiting for Ding Siyuan to come back.

Song Guo looked at the time. More than forty minutes had passed and A Yuan had not come out yet. Song Guo couldn't help but smack his lips in amazement. What endurance!

No wonder he couldn’t get up at all. Song Guo touched his sore waist with heartache.

He was indeed "happy", but the price he paid was a little high.

When Ding Siyuan came out of the bathroom, steaming all over, Song Guo had already fallen asleep. He was so sleepy.

Ding Siyuan tucked the quilt for his little fan and gave him a gentle kiss on the forehead.

"Guoguo, sweet dreams!"