Can the tail be tickled?

"Ye Wuhui, you like me!" Mo Ziyi looked directly into Ye Wuhui's eyes, and analyzed with reason and evidence, "We tied the red string together and kissed each other. After today, we still sleep together. past relationship!"

Ye Wuhui: "Come down!"

Mo Ziyi raised his eyebrows: "If you tell me to come down, I will come down. Don't I lose face?"

"..." Ye Wuhui bit his lips tightly, a string in his head was tensed.

Mo Ziyi bent down, fan-like slender eyelashes could almost touch his cheeks, soft lips stroked from the brows, the corners of the eyes, and the cheeks, and finally stopped on Ye Wuhui's lips: "Little brother, are you serious?" Don't want me, huh?"

"Do you still need me to remind you? Huh? You're in love."

Ye Wuhui tightly grasped the edge of the bed with both hands, and sweat broke out in his palms: "Mo Ziyi, you... have no end."

"No, it's over." Mo Ziyi smiled slightly, as if a flame was embedded in it, igniting the tightly stretched string of Ye Wuhui.

The world is spinning, and the body position is reversed.Mo Ziyi was instantly crushed under him, Ye Wuhui squeezed his shoulders hard, pressed firmly on the bed, and slowly approached with heavy breathing.

Mo Ziyi's heart suddenly became tense.

When his lips were about to touch, Ye Wuhui suddenly stopped.He got up expressionlessly, pushed Mo Ziyi inside, and lay down again.

"Ye Wuhui, what do you mean?" Mo Ziyi was not willing to settle down, and hugged Ye Wuhui tightly.

Naturally it is uncomfortable!

It's like a hungry child who just put a delicious little steamed bun in front of his eyes, but quickly took it back before he could reach it.

My heart is blocked and aggrieved!

"Go to sleep." Ye Wuhui closed his eyes, frowned, and kept trying to suppress the flame in his heart, "Be good."

Mo Ziyi was taken aback by the coaxing words, and immediately became honest.

Who would have thought that the great devil who was rumored to be invincible suddenly calmed down at this moment, like a docile kitten, lying quietly on the side, tucking the corners of the quilt for himself and Ye Wuhui, and died with the snap of his fingers candlelight.

He tilted his head, looking at Ye Wuhui through the moonlight through the window.

It seemed that he was really tired, and he fell asleep after a while.His breathing was still a little unsteady, but calmer than before.

Mo Ziyi smiled self-deprecatingly, Ye Wuhui is also a man, if he is teased, he must be emotional, like himself, how is that possible?

He moved to Ye Wuhui's side, hugged him, and burrowed into his neck: "Actually, if you don't like it, I can change my style."

Ye Wuhui actually hasn't fallen asleep yet, he just closed his eyes and adjusted his breath.A soft body suddenly clung to his side, and his heart, which had finally calmed down, suddenly became turbulent again.

Thinking that no one could hear, Mo Ziyi murmured to himself: "Ye Wuhui, do you know how good you are, fireworks in the world are not worth commemorating, but I am greedy for you."

"I originally thought that if I didn't see you for a day, it would be as difficult as three autumns, but I always thought of you smiling at me. If you smiled, what's the point of letting me endure another three autumns?"

......

--"Meow."

It was as if the autumn waves rolled over the top of the clouds, and the heartstrings were all broken like tears, and Ye Wuhui's soul would be hooked away by this soft "meow".

He licked his dry lips: "You...you are cuter..."

"Hmm..." Mo Ziyi frowned slightly, put the teacup on the table, put his hands on his hips, pretended to be sullen, his lips parted, as if he wanted to speak but was embarrassed to say so.

After struggling for a moment, he stood up and asked, "How can my little brother say that a man is cute! That's a description of a woman, a small animal!"

"......That was not what I meant."

"It's true to be handsome, it is true to mighty, it is true to tall, but it is cute to say nothing. If you say it, you want to marry and take home to raise!"

"..." plausible, illogical, but it seems very reasonable.

Leaning his body forward, leaning his elbows on the table, Mo Ziyi stared at Ye Wuhui seriously, as if he was discussing a lifelong event: "So what does little brother mean? He wants to take me back to the room, Is it good to give birth?"

Mo Ziyi's words were in a waxy and cute tone, but also a little tough, which made people throw up their helmets and armor, and didn't know how to answer.

If you don't know how to answer, just tell the truth.Ye Wuhui thought in his heart, since he was reborn, he has been looking for Mo Ziyi non-stop, just to leave no regrets in this life and never part.

Ye Wuhui said: "Let me take care of it, are you willing?" His eyes were as warm as water, calm, with undisguised liking.

Mo Ziyi was stunned for a moment, and the corner of his mouth curled up, showing off his cuteness without any pretentiousness.

Blinking one eye quickly, poking out a pink tip of the tongue, he clenched his fist and scratched his cheek: "Meow~"

Breathing stagnated for a moment, the hand holding the teacup was not steady for a moment, and when he spilled some tea, a faint blush appeared on Ye Wuhui's fair cheeks. He hurriedly put down the teacup, turned his head, and stumbled: "You ...you stop barking..."

"Didn't my little brother say that he wants to take me back to raise him? Could it be that my little brother doesn't want to raise a cat? Then..."

Mo Ziyi tilted his head, used his index finger and thumb to frame two cheeks on his face, blinked and blinked at Ye Wuhui, soft and innocent: "Wow?"

Ye Wuhui's face turned red immediately, as if all the blood in his body was pouring into his brain, as if it was about to explode in the next second, his heart was beating wildly, he wanted to go out and have a quiet time, but he was reluctant to let Mo Ziyi stayed here alone, tangled for a moment, but could only sigh helplessly, and turned his back.

Mo Ziyi put down his hands, patted his cheeks, straightened his expression, giggled, and stared intently at Ye Wuhui's embarrassed and angry back.

I just like to see you deflated and angry and reluctant to let go.

After a while, seeing Ye Wuhui calm down a lot, Mo Ziyi filled a cup of hot tea, handed it to him bluntly, pointed fingers aggrieved in front of him: "Little brother, I know I was wrong. "

"I shouldn't pretend to be a small animal. The little brother said he wanted to keep me in the house. He definitely wanted to marry me. He didn't treat me like a small animal, right? So I shouldn't be like a small animal, but should... ..." Mo Ziyi squatted in front of Ye Wuhui, put his hands on his knees, took a deep breath, as if he had made thousands of times of determination, and it took him a long time to hold back his breath. A sentence that is a little tentative, a little coquettish, and soft——

"Husband?"

The author has something to say: No Responsibility Small Theater:

Ye Wuhui: Grass.

Thanks to the readers "I am Lu Chi", "Mryr", "Yinghua Zhong", irrigation nutrient solution! !