33. The toothpick has belonged to her since childhood
Zhang Mofei stared at Pei Mochen's gentle, watery eyes with wide almond eyes. They blinked in unison, and their long and thick eyelashes met unexpectedly and touched each other.
Zhang Mofei felt as if her heartbeat had stopped. What was going on? Pei Mochen took the initiative to kiss her?
Was this a dream? She pinched her thigh hard with her hand, and she frowned because of the pain. Then she believed that she was not dreaming.
Pei Mochen saw Zhang Mofei frowning, and he frowned without answering. His lips stayed on her lips for about ten seconds without making any movement, and then left.
After Pei Mochen's lips left, Zhang Mofei suddenly felt that her heartbeat was too fast again, and it was beating loudly.
She licked the corner of her mouth with unsatisfied feelings, and she laughed as she licked, "Yangyang, can you do it again?"
Pei Mochen put one hand into his pants pocket without haste, glanced at Zhang Mofei lazily, and turned around leisurely.
"I don't sell my appearance."
Zhang Mofei frowned and was puzzled when she heard this. Why did she feel that her tone was sour when she heard Pei Mochen's words?
Unable to figure it out, she looked up and saw that Pei Mochen had already walked far away. She didn't have time to think too much and ran quickly behind him.
Her hands quickly hooked his neck, and her legs climbed up to hang on his body.
Pei Mochen turned his head, not turning it at a large angle, and looked at Zhang Mofei lying on top of him with his peripheral vision. She was looking at him with a playful smile.
"Go down."
Zhang Mofei was not willing to go down, "No, you just kissed me, you have to be responsible for me and carry me away."
I just kissed a girl and then turned around and turned against her. This is so bullying and disrespectful.
"I can't carry it." Pei Mochen said, putting his hands behind his back and supporting Zhang Mofei.
Zhang Mofei was only talking to Pei Mochen, but he didn't notice that his little butt was already on the other person's palm.
She held Pei Moden's neck tightly with her hands, fearing that he would force her down, "I know you have good physical strength."
When Pei Mochen heard this, he turned his gaze back, raised his eyebrows at an angle that Zhang Mofei couldn't see, and smiled maliciously, "Oh? How do you know?"
Zhang Mofei said, "Huh, we are neighbors. What don't I know about you? I even saw your little brother when I was a kid."
Pei Mochen "..."
Zhang Mofei suddenly thought of something again and said with a smile, "I still remember one time when my godmother helped you and Mianmian take a bath, Mianmian pointed at your little toothpick and asked what it was, haha."
Pei Mochen "..."
A small toothpick? In her eyes, is he just a small toothpick? Is their family so...?
"Then the godmother told her that the thing would belong to Sister Feifei in the future and asked her not to look at it."
A certain girl spoke out on the street in a very unsubtle way, something that was difficult to express in public.
Pei Mochen's cheeks were slightly flushed. His weird mother wanted to let them take a bath together every time, but when he refused, she would force the door to be opened for him to wash, and then let her hear everything she said outside.
"Did you have a peeping habit when you were a child?"
Zhang Mofei replied without blushing or heartbeat, "I started climbing out of the window to spy on you when I was eight years old. Anyway, everything about you belongs to me. It's not called peeping just to look at it. It's just like playing a game. You should familiarize yourself with the map first."
Pei Mochen "..."
While talking, Pei Mochen had already carried Zhang Mofei on his back for two to three hundred meters.
