Chapter 2264: May be the spark of your heart 158

Chapter 2264 is willing to be the spark of your heart 158
After returning to the place of residence, he pulled the man into the house, lit the lamp, and when he saw his stupid dog still standing still, he had to go over and help him take off his semi-wet robe. Down, but just halfway off, Mo Zhifei suddenly reached out and held the hand he had wrapped around his waist, and then he looked up in a puzzled way, I wonder if it was because of the lamp, he found Mo The eyes of Zhifei became too hot, and they were very close and staring at the heart.
I tried to struggle for a moment, but I couldn’t break it. I couldn’t help but say:
What?

The voice did not fall, and Mo Zhifei leaned over and kissed him.
I don’t know how to kiss him every time. Most of the time, I was impatient. I was so stunned that I didn’t want to, but this time, he kissed him quietly, and he was intimate with his lips. The lingering meaning comes.
He kissed him deeply for a long time, finally leaving his lips, but holding the heart of his face, carefully looking at the cold, good-looking eyebrows, his facial features.
"How good your heart is." Mo Zhifei's voice was a bit stuffy and dumb, as if he was crying.
He didn't seem to understand it at all, didn't understand it at all, didn't know who he was asking, and he stared at his eyes and said, "Where is the heart?"
Then he bit his lip, and he was wronged and overbearing, saying, "I will be heart."
Mo knows not to be very depressed, let go of his heart, and bowed down on the side of the couch.
Like an autistic dog, squatting and licking his ears, began to suffocate and sullen.
Standing in front of the couch, he looked at his head in a silent way, licking the lips that he kissed a little wet red, turning his eyes and looking around, looking for the towel and pressing his head. Mo knows not to sway, and hears the cockroach on the top of his head whispering "Don't move", he will sit on the couch and continue to be dejected, letting him dry his hair.
He was quietly wiping his hair for a while, and touched him with a small haircut on his hair, as if he had discovered a new continent, and whispered, "Young master, you have a hair here."
Mo knows that his face is still dull, inexplicably reaching out and touching, "Is there?"
He didn't touch it, grabbed his hand and guided him to touch the little hair. "Here."
When I knew it for a while, the more I touched it, the more I felt like it, and I laughed and combed him down. "Stupid young master."
"I am not stupid." Mo knows not to scream and put his hand down, but the heart grabs his hand and does not let him go. He grabs Mo Zhifei's hand and puts it to his mouth, bowing his head. Very carefully kissed the fingers of Mo Zhifei, and did not immediately let go, against the warm lips, he spoke, every time he said a word, Mo Zhifei's fingers followed with a slight movement.
He said, "Young master, I think this is very good."
Mo knows not looking up at the heart, Zhang said: "I still think I can give you better."
"I already have it."
Do not know what to say: "What?"
"I said, better, I already have it." Yu Xinping said quietly, and kissed the back of his hand.
At that moment, Mo Zhifei felt that his heart was jumping very hard. He couldn’t help but hold the strength of his hand and smashed his heart into his arms. When he leaned over, he tightened his body.
(End of this chapter)