little master

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Counting the one just now, this is the second kiss between me and him. We are not very skilled in business, so we kissed with enthusiasm, imitating the appearance in some film and television works we have seen, and cautiously probed.

I'm okay, as an adult who has watched the group drama, I still understand the basic operations.

But he was obviously a lot jerky, passively greeted my offensive, neither dodged nor catered to, if I hadn't kissed him when he opened his mouth, I'm afraid I wouldn't even be able to pry his mouth open.

His hand was still hanging by his side, tensely clenched into a fist, I could feel the tension in his body, so I slid down a hand to wrap it around his, and kneaded the back of his hand with a little distraction, Wait for him to let go, and then take the opportunity to sneak in and interlock his fingers: "Relax, it's just a kiss, I want to kiss you, okay?"

He blinked nervously and quickly, and his overly long eyelashes flickered. Although it was inappropriate, this expression reminded me of a frightened deer, with the same wide-open eyes and a dazed expression.

But he's even cuter.

The young master understood what I said, and I was not in a hurry. I waited for him to recover slowly, and only pecked and kissed him in the process, watching his face slowly turn red.

A barely audible "yes" disappeared between my lips and teeth, and I couldn't wait to kiss him the moment he answered, his eyes were still wide open, so I reached out to cover his eyes: "I need to close my eyes at this time."

Feeling his eyelashes scratching lightly in the palm of my hand, I let go, and he has obediently closed his eyes, his eyelashes trembling nervously, but he still obediently did not open them.

My heart suddenly softened.

After the kiss was over, there was water in his eyes, his cheeks were flushed, he didn't look very awake, he looked up at me blankly, and subconsciously slipped into my arms.

I took a deep breath, barely suppressed the rising desire in my heart, hugged him tightly, and waited for him to recover.

When he moved restlessly, he seemed to have recovered from the confusion, struggling to get out of my arms.

I didn't stop him, I clasped my hands behind his back and let go, then noticed the water on the corner of his lips, and wiped it away with my thumb.

He looked a little embarrassed, but he still managed to stay still, showing a calm and composed look, trying to cover up his appearance, very much like the one at a friend's house who would pretend to be nonchalant and turn away every time he finished stealing a small dried fish s cat.

You can see through it at a glance.

But because it is too cute, no one will be willing to expose it.

I put my hand on his shoulder, rubbed the back of his neck lightly with my thumb and index finger, pressed my forehead against his, and said in a soft, satisfied tone: "Qingqing, I'm so happy."

He would agree to me. Before today, I regarded it as an incident of the same level as a rain of cash after the planet hit the earth.The same fantasy, unbelievable.

Even by current standards, the former is more difficult to achieve than the latter.

After all, nothing is impossible in the universe.

But he likes me, which I dreamed of and tried my best to achieve, but I deeply know that it is impossible.

So when I got the response I was absolutely ecstatic.

It is impossible for anyone to remain calm in such a situation.

The cutest baby in the world is in my arms, and the biggest treasure hits me on the head with a bang. I am so happy that I wish I could tell everyone.

The young master raised his head slightly: "Happy... what?"

I rubbed his forehead: "You are mine now."

He blinked slowly, and I kissed his face: "Don't go back on your word."

"...I don't go back on my word," he arched his fingers and licked his lips, as if to prove it, he suddenly grabbed my collar, closed his eyes and kissed me.

He didn't grasp the strength and position well, so he kissed the corner of my mouth. When I rolled my eyes, he immediately covered my mouth and warned fiercely: "Don't laugh!"

I raised my hand as a sign of surrender: "Don't laugh, don't laugh."

Probably because this promise does not seem to be very credible, he thought about it, and put forward a "threat" condition:

"Don't kiss me after laughing again!"

I immediately stopped laughing and looked as serious as a statue of a thinker in the square.

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