Long Qingtian released his restraint on Mo Jiu and looked back at the tent.
The two-person tent is very small, almost the size of a double bed. There are two beds inside, and the aisle in the middle can only accommodate one person.
Long Qingtian's tall body stood there and he had to bend down slightly, otherwise his head would hit the roof of the tent.
Mo Jiu turned his ears and heard that Shi Xiao was breathing evenly and showed no sign of being disturbed. He immediately stretched out his arms and directly wrapped them around Long Qingtian's neck, pulling him down. He raised his head and bumped into Long Qingtian.
On the face of the sky.
Bang!
The two faces collided, making Mo Jiu feel a pain in his nose, and he immediately screamed in pain.
"What's wrong?" Long Qingtian asked nervously.
"..." Wuwu, can she say that she was just too excited and wanted to give Long Qingtian a fierce kiss, but she didn't want to kiss her lips but hit her nose instead?
After Mo was silent for a while, the man realized what she was doing. He lowered his head and accurately captured the woman's cherry lips. He slowly held it in his mouth and sucked it carefully.
The sound of saliva mingling sounded in the quiet night, especially ambiguous****.
After a long French kiss, Mo Jiu's face was already flushed, and his eyes were particularly bright. He put his arms around Long Qingtian's neck without letting go, and blinked, "Brother, do you miss me?"
Long Qingtian had no choice but to smile fondly. This was always the first thing this little guy said every time he saw her. But before Long Qingtian could speak, she would follow up with "I miss you so much!"
It made Long Qingtian dumbfounded.
Mo Jiu shook Long Qingtian's neck, "Have you missed me?"
The little daughter is full of attitude.
Long Qingtian stretched out his hand and pinched Mo Jiu's nose, then sat on Mo Jiu's small bed. Mo Jiu was startled when he heard a squeak from the bed board.
Then Long Qingtian pounced on her.
Squeak...
The bed board made a sound again.
Shi Xiao next to him breathed lightly, and Long Qingtian and Mo Jiu immediately noticed that they were motionless and overlapping.
"Xiao Jiu, what's the sound?" Shi Xiao asked warily. He didn't open his eyes because he was sleepy. In fact, even if he opened his eyes, he couldn't see anything. It was very dark in the tent. Long Qingtian was pressing on Mo Jiu. Both of them were spirits.
For thin people, stacking them together is almost like covering them with quilts.
But Mo Jiu, who had a guilty conscience, was afraid that Shi Xiao would open his eyes and immediately reply: "What is that sound? Did you hear it wrong? Go to sleep quickly, I'm so sleepy!"
"What was that squeaking sound just now?"
"Um, maybe it's the sound of a mouse?" Mo Jiu felt the man covering her body, his hands reaching into her clothes, which made her body tingle and tingle, and she couldn't help but twist her body.
"Oh~~"
Shi Xiao fell into a deep sleep.
Mo Jiu and Long Qingtian didn't dare to move. When Shi Xiao's breathing gradually became heavier, Mo Jiu breathed a sigh of relief, only to find that Long Qingtian's big hand pinched the towering place in front of him, causing Mo Jiu to almost scream.
Come!
"Hey, what are you doing!" Mo Jiu pushed Long Qingtian, but it was in vain.
"Who are you calling the rat?"
"Whoever steals food in the middle of the night will be the winner!" Mo Jiu raised his head, hum, a scholar can be killed but cannot be humiliated, and a powerful man cannot be humbled!
The big hands then rubbed Mo Jiu's body, causing Mo Jiu's body to tremble slightly. He twisted his little body and begged for mercy: "Brother, stop, it's tickling me to death. Stop moving. Oops, hehe, stop moving..."
