Chapter 22: [Part1/2]

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twenty two
After serving Lian Qi for dinner, I went back to the living room and prepared to wash the teapot that made the black tea. At this time, I accidentally glanced at the broken corner of the crystal coffee table.
I used to apply a little light and glued it. As a result, even Qi put a tea cup on it and couldn't bear the weight and broke it. Really, is it so weak?
I picked up the broken corner of the crystal and looked around to make sure no one looked at me, so I covered it with my lips, printed the Holy Light, and then stuck it back.
"Should ... be all right this time, right?" I mumbled to myself, putting the tea cup up carefully like a house of cards.
It's perfect ~ I can stand it.
Really, why could n’t you bear it last time? As a result, a neat tea set was damaged and one of Lian Qi's fingers was cut. This is my responsibility as a maid.
For further experiments, I sat up.
Of course, I won't be stupid enough to sit up all of a sudden. In case I can't bear it, will I fall? That's too bad.
As a result, it was okay when I pressed all my weight, steady, even for one minute.
"What are you doing? Why sit on the coffee table."
Eh? I looked up and Lian Qi suddenly appeared in front of me. It was too uncomfortable for her to see me sitting on the coffee table ...! I quickly explained-"Sorry, I just tried to see if it sticks well-"
As soon as the voice fell, the glued corner of the crystal table snapped off! I screamed and lost her weight and fell on her ...
When I went back to my heart, I was sweating coldly, watching her underneath me on the sofa for the second time ...
"Hey, are you ... deliberate?" She showed an intolerable expression.
"Yes, yes, sorry!"
I blushed and removed my misplaced hand from her chest, this is the second time! Wow ...!
Why doesn't it stick as long as Qi is here? Caused me to fall and push her down. Is the light deliberate--?
I just wanted to bounce from her, but she held the shoulder with her outstretched hand and couldn't move.
"Wow, let you also taste the feeling of being underneath!"
"Huh?"
I didn't respond and I was turned over and pressed on the sofa. At this moment I realized that her strength was not less than mine! But I'm a boy! It was easily suppressed by girls. She rode on me and our role instantly reversed.
"Humph."
She looked down at me, catching the corners of her bad mouth.
"Don't push you down once, it's fair now."
I……
I looked at her with a stunned look, her wrists could not be moved by holding down, but I actually forgot to resist, but I just felt that my face was gradually getting hot and my body became a little strange ...
She rides on me, I subconsciously clamp my legs ... Is this feeling just pushed down? It feels different than I dominate her. What subconsciously thought of pushing her down now-what should I do next?
And it was pushed down—what was she going to do to me?
I do not understand, I also understand a little psychological difference between active and passive. At this moment I am dominated by her ...! Wow ...! I was pushed down by a girl! So ashamed!
"I'm sorry ... I didn't mean it on purpose."
After all, it was I who pushed her back twice, except for apologizing.
"Dare you say you didn't mean it? You idiot maid."
...
Scolded.
"I'm not stupid ..."
I whispered.
"I just didn't expect to be ugly twice in the same place ..."
"Do you dare to argue?"
"Ah ... sorry, please don't fire me." I begged her weakly.
"Look that you also sent me a letter this time, but this time it's okay, but for the sake of fairness, shouldn't I also hit you?"
Strike the chest? ? ? ? I? ? ?
But I'm a boy ...
I said weakly, "But I'm emaciated. There really isn't any value worth attacking ..."
"Okay, okay, it is said that it is a scarce resource."
She let go of my left wrist, and touched my chest without telling me. I kept my hands pressed and didn't dare to move, and let her rub it a few times across her clothes ...
Whoo ...
I closed my eyes.
Maybe she knows that she is a boy, and her approach is futile? So I didn't resist, I just comforted myself, and soon passed through ...
"It's really poor? It's smaller than me."
Then, she let me go. I opened my eyes and saw her laughing ...
"But it doesn't matter, how old are you?"
"Well ... fifteen years old," I whispered.
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