Chapter 1198 This Little Zombie Can Run [72]

But Qi Nian looked at Shen Wanqing with a confused face.

He didn't understand why Shen Wanqing would laugh, but when Qi Nian thought about what was about to happen later, he couldn't help but blushed with embarrassment.

"You really want me to touch it?" Shen Wanqing smiled, and those light brown pupils looked at him with a half-smile.

Qi Nian nodded shyly, "Mmm, um..."

Shen Wanqing smiled, she stood up, and pointed at the big soft bed in front of her like a hooligan, "Lie down."

Qi Nian stood up, he turned his head and glanced at the bed behind him, and he didn't know what he thought of, his cheeks were flushed and very hot.

The fair and beautiful young man clutched his clothes nervously with his fingertips. He walked to the bed with stiff steps, and lay on the bed as stiff as a board.

Seeing Qi Nian's series of movements, especially the stiff limbs, Shen Wanqing couldn't help laughing.

Hearing Shen Wanqing's laughter, the stiff little beauty on the bed turned her head in a daze, those beautiful gray pupils looked at her with innocent, pure and confused eyes, making Shen Wanqing think that she was committing a crime.

Shen Wanqing suddenly felt a little ashamed. Is it not good for me to do this?

Qi Nian blinked, and looked at Shen Wanqing without blinking.

Seeing this, Shen Wanqing came over and looked at the child on the bed with a chuckle, "Lie down?"

"Well, lie down, lie down..."

He was a little nervous, "Go, start, yet?"

Shen Wanqing smiled, with a gentle expression, "Well, it's started."

Since the children all asked for this, Shen Wanqing would not be polite.

Not too much, only more excessive, more insatiable.

He was only wearing a thin white shirt, and he didn't know whether it was the cool wind outside the window or the girl's finger/tips, his body trembled.

Mingming's elder sister's hand is very warm, but why can't he tremble uncontrollably?

very strange.

The top two buttons of the white shirt were unbuttoned, and two buttons were undone at the hem. The shirt was precarious, supported by the weak button in the middle.

The neckline is wide open, and the slender neck, delicate collarbone, and looming chest are clearly visible.

Sliding over the waist/line, the muscles are tight and firm, the lower abdomen is flat, the abdominal muscles are just right, and the hand feels very good.

The shoulder blades on the back are thin, like a butterfly spreading its wings, very beautiful.

The corners of his eyes were suddenly red with the spring tide, and his voice was extremely low and hoarse.

He shuddered.

I don't know what it feels like, I can't describe it in words.

Can't tell.

I can't speak, I don't know what to say.

It's a strange feeling, so strange, but I like it very much.

I like the warm palm of my sister, and I long for it and miss it.

His consciousness was muddled, and his whole mind was like a mess.

Suddenly, those warm hands suddenly left.

Qi Nian slowly opened his eyes filled with mist, and those gray pupils were no longer dull, but glowed with an indescribably clear spring tide.

The white shirt is full of wrinkles, the clothes are messy, the silver hair covers the beautiful eyebrows, and the bright red lips are bitten.

He panted lightly, his fair chest heaving up and down.

Her clothes were half-faded, but her skin was still fair. Shen Wanqing did not strike hard, but did not leave any traces.

Shen Wanqing raised her eyebrows and stood up leisurely. As soon as she got up, the child on the bed hurriedly grabbed her hand.

She lowered her eyes, tea eyes teasing: "What's wrong?"