The Evolution of Little Milk Dog

Liao Han pushed off the large pendant stuck to his body, He Xilai sat down opposite the dining table, his eyes were reddish.

Liao Han sighed: "You really look like a little girl, why are you crying?"

He Xilai smiled embarrassedly, and explained in a low voice: "I'm so happy, hehe." As he spoke, he couldn't help but let out a smirk.

Liao Han was speechless: "The teacher said, I didn't agree because I like you. Let's make three chapters from now on."

He picked up pickled vegetables with one chopstick, and scooped up a spoonful of porridge with the other. He Xilai froze when he heard the words in a natural and casual manner.

He Xilai guessed that the teacher was moved, pityed or something else, and agreed to him impulsively.

Although he didn't have this purpose in the first place, this is indeed the case.

He knew that he should reject the teacher and told the teacher that I don't need the teacher's sympathy, and I will make the teacher fall in love with me in a fair manner.

But, how is it possible, how could the teacher like him, and how could he reject such a dream that he dared not even imagine in his dreams but actually happened before his eyes!

That's a teacher.

So he could only be overwhelmed with ecstasy while feeling guilty at the same time, as if he had stolen some precious treasure and would return it back sooner or later.

What the teacher said was undoubtedly telling He Xilai that he hadn't been carried away. He Xilai should be happy to know this situation. The teacher's promise to himself was indeed from the bottom of his heart.

But the teacher looked like... as if nothing He Xilai had done could shake him.

It seems that He Xilai is still the big trouble at the beginning.

How does it feel for He Xilai?

Probably, he stole the treasure and thought he could occupy a moment, but found that it was all fake, and he still had nothing.

He Xilai's voice was a little tense: "Teacher, what are the three chapters of the Constitution?"

Is the teacher planning to use his boyfriend's status to stop pestering him?

If the teacher really asks for this, can he refuse?

Liao Han: "First, you must keep your distance in school." He frowned, obviously recalling some bad memories. "It's absolutely not like last time."

"Second, I'll give you one year. If you still can't make me like you, or if I think we're not suitable, then break up. Of course, if you think it's not suitable, you can also propose a breakup."

"No! Teacher, I won't mention breaking up." He looked at Liao Han nervously, but he was no longer depressed at the beginning.

Liao Han gave him a strange look. The child was obviously sad just now, why is spring blooming again now?

He Xilai blushed when he saw his fair face, and asked him shyly, "What else, teacher."

Liao Han really had the feeling of marrying a little wife and going home!

This made him feel chills all over his body, and he could barely resist the thought of shaking goose bumps because of the injury in his abdomen.

He perfunctorily said, "I haven't figured out the rest, so I'll add it later."

He Xilai happily ran to the kitchen and brought the buns. Liao Han looked at him inexplicably. Why did he feel that the kid was happier after three chapters?

He didn't know that for He Xilai, the three chapters of the agreement showed that Liao Han at least valued this relationship, which was several times better than what he thought at the beginning that he would shave his head all the way and pick his head and heat it up!

Liao Han was at a loss. He Xilai was so happy that he felt like he had cheated himself, but, no?

After much deliberation, he couldn't understand what the children were thinking now, so he just concentrated on eating.

He Xilai made steamed stuffed buns very well, Liao Han took a bite and it tasted delicious, and he instantly felt like he came back to life.

It's been so long since I was a bachelor, I almost forgot what it's like to wake up early and have someone prepare breakfast.

After eating, He Xi came to wash the dishes, but Liao Han firmly stopped him.

Just kidding, don't you want your hands?

He Xilai blushed and whispered, "Then teacher give me a kiss."

???

"You don't need to wash the dishes, but do you want me to kiss you?"

He Xilai looked at Liao Han shyly: "Then, otherwise, my dear teacher will do."

While talking, he glanced at Liao Han's lips, his sticky eyes almost stuck to his mouth!

Needless to say, the kiss he said was definitely not Liao Han's kind of kiss on the cheek.

Liao Han held his forehead helplessly, waved his hand, and said, "Come here."

The corners of He Xilai's mouth turned up uncontrollably, and he responded obediently, and ran up to the teacher, squatting down and looking at the teacher with bright eyes.

Liao Han had to bend down slightly to touch He Xilai when he was sitting. He had an abdominal injury, and he felt guilty when he saw He Xilai's immature face, so he started to move slowly.

He Xilai slowly straightened up, put his hands on both sides of the chair, and put his face in front of Liao Han, the distance between their lips was within a finger.

Liao Han's body froze, and he barely restrained the thought of retreating. He turned his face and thought about kissing him quickly.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he tilted his cheek, He Xilai suddenly moved closer, and his soft lips were printed on his lips.

He Xilai stopped when he saw it, and retracted his head, but his body was still caged above Liao Han.

Liao Han's face turned dark. Is this the first time he has been molested by this kid?

Not only that, this familiar touch.

"Heh, you're quite brave. You were the one who kissed me secretly yesterday, right? Good boy, how dare you play a sneak attack—"

He Xilai blocked Liao Han's mouth, and swallowed his angry scolding. This time, instead of lightly touching him like before, he took advantage of the opportunity when Liao Han scolded him for being unprepared, and licked/on Liao Han's tongue heavily, trying Seeing his sweetness, this kid became even more presumptuous, swept Liao Han's mouth with his soft tongue, and licked Liao Han's palate heavily. Come.

He Xilai moved more violently, holding Liao Han's face with both hands, sucking his lips heavily, as if he wanted to bite off his lips fiercely, but he hummed aggrievedly: "Teacher, my hand hurts."

Liao Han was so angry that he wanted to beat him to death. He, the victim, hadn't spoken yet. You asshole screamed in pain!

Thinking of this, his pushing and pushing movements became smaller.

He Xilai... It's a bit pitiful to hum like this.

At this time, He Xilai suddenly entangled Liao Han's tongue, and the intense pleasure of sucking intensely caused a numbness that spread from the mouth to the entire back.

He tried his best to hold back the slap that almost blurted out, and he slapped He Xilai hard on the back of the head unbearably.

He Xilai let out a muffled snort, stepped back a little, and accused aggrievedly: "Teacher hits hard, it hurts."

Liao Han slapped his pretty face away.

With a cold face, he dropped four words: "Keep an inch."

He stood up and tidied up the messed up clothes. He Xilai smiled like a cat stealing fish, but complained: "Anyway, I've already kissed you before, so it won't hurt to kiss more."

Fallacy.

Liao Han rolled his eyes and didn't bother to pay attention to him.