Chapter 1986: Slowly like you 235

Chapter 1986 slowly likes you 235
A pair of eyes were exposed from the quilt, and the eyes were very red. I stared at Mo Zhifei without a word, and never let go.
His cold eyes seemed to be revealing, and his eyes were moving slightly.
Mo knows not looking down at the heart, very curious.
The eyelashes of the heart are very long, but the color is not as deep as the ordinary person, but the shallow maroon, which looks soft and slightly trembles. It is more like a small fan with perfect shape. He quickly He lowered his eyes and cut a row of shadows on his face, covering his eyes.
He quietly let go of his hand, and then he put a whole face into the quilt.
I don’t know what to see, and quickly smashed his quilt and said, "You can't cover your quilt with such a boring head."
He was dumb and said with a dumb head: "I am not feeling well."
"I know, you can take a good sleep here first, and wake up will be better."
I couldn’t help but reach out and the hot finger pulled his hand. "I can't sleep, can you accompany me?"
I don’t know what to look for.
If you don't know how hot your heart is, he probably can't believe it. Cold and arrogant, one day, he will ask him to accompany him in such a low tone.
And... and the heart pulled his fingers.
It’s like it’s the same as being spoiled with him.
But the white face of the heart is as cold as ever.
It is precisely because of this contrast that Mo Zhifei has stirred up a thousand waves in his heart.
Mo knows that he can easily push open his heart, but he is dragged by his hot fingers, he is not willing.
He thought he was calm enough, so his eyes fixedly looked at his heart, and he was very fluent, and then sat down on the bed.
He stared at his heart and looked at it with impunity.
In the past, he only thought that it was good-looking to look good, but the temper was very irritating, and the average person really couldn’t help people who were so tempted.
But I didn’t know what happened in these two days. Every time he stared at his heart, he felt that his heart was too good to see.
He doesn't know how to describe it, but the eyebrows are good-looking, the eyes look good, the nose looks good, the lips look good...the one that looks good is good-looking.
Mo Zhifei looked at him, his eyes fell on his heart, and he slammed into his eyes with his heart--he found that his heart was watching him.
Mo knows that the throat is tight, and I can't help but cough up and dry up: "Why are you looking at me like this kid? Hurry up and sleep."
The eyes were stunned and suddenly opened, and the voice was very low: "Young Master."
He called him slowly.
When he was called, the finger that took his hand was lightly and lightly stroked twice on the arc of his fingertips.
Mo knows that he is a little itchy, but he still has to be calm: "What?"
I was so worried that his eyes were cold and moist, and the eyes were not willing to miss them. So he held him tightly. When he spoke, he did not know if he was sick or not, as if he had been unloaded. The indifference of the armed, the tone sounds so innocent.
He looked at him and said, "I like you."
Young master, like you.
Although Mo Zhifei had long known that he liked himself, it seemed to be the first time he heard the guilty conscience with him.
Very straightforward, it is very painful.
Mo knows that he is looking down, and he looks at his fingers with his hands slightly moving. After a long time, he nodded and said, "I know."
The fingers of the heart are very hot, and there seems to be a mist of light in the eyes, and whispered, "Would you like it?"
Mo knows that he did not answer immediately. He is silent. It seems that he is not happy when he wants to answer his heart.
But I don’t know if I have no patience or no confidence to listen to his answer. I quickly took my hand back and closed my eyes and said, "I am sleeping."
"Heart..."
I don’t want to talk to my heart, but my heart is still moving with my eyes closed, as if I have fallen asleep.
But Mo Zhifei saw that his eyelashes were shaking slightly, and Mo Zhi refused to laugh at him. "Heart, don't pretend, I know you didn't sleep."
However, there is still no silk in the heart.
When I knew that I couldn’t play with my heart, I couldn’t help but lean over and stretch my fingers and shave his eyelashes. The voice was low and laughed. "Is it still loaded?"
The sorrowful eyelashes trembled fiercely, and suddenly opened his eyes.
When Mo Zhifei slammed into his eyes, he found that he was suddenly close to his heart, as if he were only a small distance.
So close to the eyes of the heart, I found that the twilight of the heart is also very shallow, it is no wonder that when people look at it, it is so cold and indifferent.
However, it is not so beautiful.
Mo knows not to stare at such a pair of eyes, inexplicably very nervous, he subconsciously told himself to get up immediately.
I didn't think about it, he did it, and he got up and got up, but his heart suddenly caught his neck. He probably knew that he couldn't push him down, and he raised his neck slightly and looked up. Without any rules, the lips touched his lips.
The breathing of the heart became more and more hot, as if with a stormy wave, in the short breath and on the lips of Mo Zhifei.
It is the coolness of his imagination.
It's very soft and comfortable, but at the same time, the heartbeat seems to be so eager to withstand such joy, and it is about to explode.
Therefore, when Mo Zhifei did not have time to react, the heart only touched the water on his lips, and then left his lips slightly, holding his neck, and grasped it with a little subconscious force. Grabbing his neck and his clothes, he gasped and looked at his face in the face.
I don’t know what to do.
I did not expect that the heart of the illness would suddenly come up to kiss him.
Even though I just kissed my lips gently, I was still embarrassed.
But while he was still worried, he was holding his hands on his neck, his eyes were bright, and he looked at him fluently, breathing and telling him: "Young Master, this is me... first kiss."
I don’t know how to return to God, "ah."
He looked up at the heart that was close at hand, and the heart of the moment, the eyes were bright, as if looking forward to looking at him.
Mo knows not to hear the heart and then whispers: "Young master, kiss again, OK?"
The boy who looks so innocent, but now he is like a greedy little wolf, swallowing his throat and saying that he wants to kiss again.
I don’t feel that I’m not just a heartbeat, but my head is about to explode...
But how can he be misunderstood and lost his wisdom, and he has not forgotten that his heart is still sick, and this is still in his own house, and his mother will come back at any time...
If he is going to worry about it again, he will not be out of control.
Therefore, Mo knows whether or not he will lose his heart. He will take two hot hands from him and get off from him. He will get up from the bed and frown and say, "You will rest first, I will go out for a while."

(End of this chapter)