Chapter 31: How do you fight this kind of thing?

Qiao Mu was hugged by Xi Muqiao in his arms. The whole person was in his breath, and the faint tobacco flavor and fresh mint flavor mixed into an aphrodisiac taste, lingering in the nose.
Looking at the gradually magnifying facial features, her heartbeat was fast and chaotic, and her tongue was dry and powerful.
Suddenly remembered when Qiu Ning said to her, she could sleep hard, but according to the current situation, it seems that she is not sleeping.
No matter who sleeps, not all sleep?
Qiao Mu stretched out his tongue and rubbed his dry lips. He didn't realize her unconscious movement, and how much lure it was for Xi Muqiao.
She wanted to say something, but she looked at the darkness of Xi Muqiao’s deep bottomless, as if she had been sucked in and settled, and she couldn’t say a word.
Time seems to have stopped, and only the breathing of two people can be heard in the car. The warm thin lips approached a little, and Qiao Mu wanted to retreat, but the lower jaw was held by Xi Muqiao and could not move.
Xi Muqiao's lips were able to wipe the lips of Joe Mu.
"Oh..." A strange voice suddenly sounded out of place.
Qiao Mu took a nap, shyly want to find a place to sneak in, shy face.
Xi Muqiao’s movements suddenly froze, and there was a hint of helplessness in the dark voice, not looking at Qiao Mu in front of her eyes.
Qiao Mu only felt that the pressure that had just tightened in his throat had disappeared, and his heart was full of danger.
I’m going to be a little bit just now!
But I don't know why, she suddenly felt a little lost in her heart.
Xi Muqiao sharply captured the trace of the lost in Qiao Mu's eyes. The eyebrows were filled with smiles. "I didn't kiss you, are you disappointed?"
"Which...whatever, I am glad, fortunately, I have not been kissed by you!" Joe Mu blushes.
Xi Muqiao pulled over Xiao Mu’s little hand, and the cold touch made him frown.
How is it so cool?

"It doesn't matter. I will have cold hands and feet in the winter, and I will be like this when I was young."
The warm big hand held Qiao Mu's small hand, so comfortable, itching, Qiao Mu only pouted, dodging, but also turned to scratch Mu Qiao's palm.
Xi Muqiao did not hide, soft fingertips touched his palm, like feathers, and then, under the itch, the heart is itchy.
His eyes fell on Xiao Mu’s little face, his eyebrows, his eyes and his nose. He looked over and over again, and he never looked bored. His little face was sketched in his mind, and his heart gradually softened. .
After scratching his left hand and switching to Xi Muqiao's right hand, just scratching twice, Qiao Mu felt that something was wrong, turned over his big hand, and the scar across the palm immediately caught his eye.
"Uncle, you are hurt! How do you get it?" Qiao Mu took a breath, took the big hand of Xi Muqiao, looked at the bright red wound, not scarred, it should be a new wound.
Xi Muqiao did not speak, but moved his eyes slightly, his eyes still greedily staying on Qiao Mu's face.
"I know, you must be fighting with the enemy, right?" Qiao Mu suddenly realized that his face was full of pity, and his voice was also blamed.
She looked so hurt when she had such a long wound.
"Uncle, are you stupid? Fighting this kind of thing, you can command it in the back, why do you have to go on your own? You are the boss of the underworld, do everything yourself, and what do the younger brothers do? What if you hang up?"