It feels soft and soft to the touch. It feels... really awesome!
The car had already arrived in front of a famous porridge shop in D City. Meng San and Fengliu got out of the car first. They were alert at first. After confirming that there was no danger, the two of them looked at each other and stood guard.
In front of the car door, waiting for Song Tianlang to get off.
There was silence in the car. Qi Si sat in the driver's seat and waited for the boss to get out of the car.
But after waiting for a while, the boss didn't move. Looking through the rearview mirror, he miraculously discovered that a suspicious blush appeared on the boss's resolute and cold face that never changed color.
His mouth formed an 'O' shape in shock.
However, at this moment, Hu Yueyue had actually woken up. The back of her neck hurt so much that she wanted to twitch, but she was stunned to hold it back. Just because there was a hard touch of heat on her face through her clothes. She could even feel it between her breaths.
I could smell a faint musk smell through the clothes.
As a young writer of online articles, she is also a senior fujoshi. She understands that kind of thing very well. After all, she has experienced it herself, right?
Hu Yueyue felt that she was about to suffocate. How long should she maintain this posture?
The car has obviously stopped, why doesn't he get out of the car?
Finally, Hu Yueyue couldn't help it any longer, pretending to have just woken up, and let out a cry. She moved in Song Tianlang's arms, "Well," she rubbed her hands on the back of her neck, and left the position as if unintentionally.
.
"It hurts so much. Where are you?" As she spoke, she was shocked to realize that her voice was hoarse.
Song Tianlang's sharp and steady eyes sank, and he glanced at her raised face, which was stained with a layer of shy blush. His heart moved slightly, and a kind of heat that could not be controlled by self-control spread throughout his body, but he raised his hand rationally.
Hu Yueyue picked it up from her arms and placed it on a seat aside. Then she reached out to the back of her neck with her big hands and gently massaged the acupoints.
A low, somewhat hoarse voice sounded in Hu Yueyue's ears at the same time, "It won't hurt soon, just bear with it!" After a pause, "We've reached our destination!"
"Oh," Hu Yueyue responded with a single byte, pretending to be nestled in the seat like an ostrich, letting Song Tianlang's claws 'knead' the back of her neck. She lowered her head and felt that her face was so hot that it was about to bleed.
Come on. Emma, what is all this? Why is her face stuck there?
Hmm, why didn't you faint harder and why did you wake up at that time? She pursed her lips, feeling extremely wronged and resentful. In fact, she was woken up by the burning heat that hit her face, right?
?
At this moment, Song Tianlang saw Hu Yueyue's ostrich state, and an invisible smile flashed across his face.
Her thin lips moved slightly, "Why don't you speak? Does it hurt?"
"..."
Talk, say something? She was extremely depressed at the moment and didn't want to talk.
The strength of Song Tianlang's hand did not decrease, but the low and somewhat hoarse words sounded again, "If you don't speak, should I take it as your acquiescence, or do you want me to directly twist you into my arms and check to confirm?"
Hu Yueyue's whole face began to twitch, and despite the ice and snow, her whole body was so hot that she couldn't breathe. She twitched the corners of her mouth, "Say, what did you say?" After she finished speaking, she remembered Song Tianlang's question, and quickly replied: "There are already a lot.
It’s not as painful as before!”
After hearing this, Song Tianlang continued to massage with his hands, and couldn't help but lean his body to a distance of about one centimeter from Hu Yueyue's side. "Are you afraid of me?!" He said it as a question, but his tone was already determined.