Mr. Zhou’s Little Cutie

He lowered his eyes and raised his hand to touch her face with cherishment and longing.

His eyes pressed against her lips in a dazed way.

Jojo, don't push me away, I love you.

He clasped her waist tightly, and Dou Qiaoan's mind went blank for a moment, but when she realized it, she really didn't push him away.

Forget it, forget it all, it doesn't matter who you think of me as, at least I really had you once, kissing you and hugging you is enough.

She put her arms around his neck, and there was no better encouragement than this.

Mo Ting's few remaining rationality collapsed in an instant.

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Mo Ting! Why don't you answer my phone! Where are you going? Are you going to the hospital today?

Mo Ting was woken up by the phone call, and when he picked it up, he heard Lu Zhiqiu shouting over there.

Where are you? I'll find you.

Mo Ting was almost subconscious, and his consciousness gradually stayed at the time when he came here last night.

Before Beicheng and Tangtang lived there.

Ah? Oh, I'm nearby, I'll be there soon, just wait.

After speaking, I hung up the phone.

Mo Ting's memory hadn't come back completely, when someone moved behind him suddenly, and he was startled suddenly.

When turning around, Dou Qiaoan's sleeping face appeared in front of her.

She was wrapped in a quilt, her collarbone and arms were exposed, and there were a few red marks on her snow-white skin...

Mo Ting's mind went blank for a moment, and then the memory slowly gathered.

He sat up suddenly, unable to believe what he had done.

He couldn't believe that he had endured it for so long, and all his achievements fell short after he got drunk.

He clenched his hands tightly, and finally tucked the corner of the quilt silently for her.

That's when Lu Zhiqiu came in.

Fuck, where is it? Why are there so many rooms here?

He opened the door while complaining.

The two looked at each other and were stunned.

Lu Zhiqiu: ...

Mo Ting: ...

Dou Qiaoan opened her eyes impatiently when she heard the voice: Fuck! Lu Zhiqiu, why are you shouting so early in the morning! Get out!

She picked up the pillow from memory and threw it over.

Then he turned around, closed his eyes and hugged Mo Ting's arms and fell asleep again.

Lu Zhiqiu: ...Fuck? I, I, I, I'm going to get lost! Cough cough, excuse me, excuse me.

He quickly turned around and closed the door and went out.

Mo Ting turned her eyes to look at the girl who closed her eyes and hugged her arms, her eyes were full of tenderness.

He raised his hand and patted the girl's head: I'll go see what's up with him.

He didn't fall asleep either, after Dou Qiaoan responded vaguely, rubbed his arm, then let go, turned around and lay down on the other side, and fell asleep.

Mo Ting got out of bed slowly, covered her with the quilt, put on her clothes, turned around and walked out.

...

Lu Zhiqiu was still digesting this while sitting on the sofa.

Coincidentally, Zhou Beicheng also came back to get things.

He finally found someone to share with, and stood up excitedly.

Damn! You don't even know what I saw!

Zhou Beicheng looked up at him: What?

Mo Ting and...

Beicheng, you're back anyway.

Before he had time to share, Moting came out over there.

The voice came from the second floor.

I'm coming back to get something.

He replied.

Lu Zhiqiu sat down, his whole face turned red.

Mo Ting came down from upstairs and looked at Zhou Beicheng: Why do you look so bad?

Only then did Lu Zhiqiu turn his eyes to pay attention to Zhou Beicheng's expression.