God-level Quick Wear: Sick Host, Ask For Light Pet

Ningmeng blinked. She never thought that Shi Ping'an usually looks cold and cold, and she sleeps in such a domineering posture in private. No wonder she had a weird dream all night.

The curtains were drawn, and Ningmeng turned to look at the clock on the bedside table.

It was still early, only about half past six.

But she and Shi Ping slept more than nine o'clock last night, and she slept long enough.

Ningmeng turned her head and looked at her peace, quietly applying force with her hands, trying to slowly break free of his confinement.

But she pulled her hand out a little bit, Shi Ping'an frowned as if she felt something, she stretched out her hand to hug Ningmeng in her arms, and this time she held it tighter than before.

Ningmeng had no choice but to wake up safely: "Wake up, we should get up."

Shi Ping'an opened his eyes in a daze, looking at Ningmeng in front of him, and pressed his whole body towards her, and rubbed her against her.

His thin lips brushed her ears.

The ears are one of the most sensitive parts of Ningmeng.

When the moment was soft and soft, even if it touched the point, in the early morning, the whole body shuddered from the stimulation of Ning Meng.

However, Shi Ping's reaction was greater than her.

Shi's eyes widened quickly and safely, and quickly let go of Ningmeng, and he pulled away from Ningmeng, then lifted the quilt and got out of the bed, leaving Ningmeng with a back figure rushing into the bathroom.

Isn't it?

Looking at the closed bathroom door, Ning Meng was dumbfounded and raised her hand to touch her ear.

Ningmeng didn't think Shi Ping'an was disgusting her.

If he doesn't like touching her, he won't take the initiative to ask Ningmeng to sleep with her.

The only thing left, is he shy?

Ning Meng, who thought she knew the truth, couldn't help but smile while sitting on the soft big bed.

Ningmeng got off the bed quickly and helped Shi Ping’s make up the bed. After restoring the quilt and pillows to their previous tidy, Ningmeng said to Shi Ping’s in the bathroom: “Sister, I’ll go back to my room to wash, and wait. meet."

Shi Ping'an didn't answer, and Ningmeng didn't mind, leaving the room with a smile.

However, when he ran into the bathroom safely, the expression on his face was not as shy as Ning Meng imagined.

Shi Ping'an leaned his back against the wall, staring down at the obvious protrusion under the loose pajamas, his expression a bit complicated.

He just hugged her and rubbed her.

The body is more honest than his mind.

Although he had just pulled away quickly, he didn't know if she had noticed it.

This situation is very uncomfortable, whether it is body or mind, for him, it can be regarded as a kind of suffering.

Shi Ping'an can be honest about his gender with Ningmeng, but he doesn't want to be in this situation.

What would she think of him?

Obviously he had never thought of doing this before.

Shi Ping'an stared at his crotch, his eyes gloomy, looking at it as if he was looking at an enemy with a sea of ​​blood.

Although the other party was unconscious, he also shrank inward under his gaze.

The reaction seems less obvious.

This is not something that can be suppressed in a short while, Shi Ping'an raised his hand to tidy up his clothes and pants. Originally, he wanted to open the door to see Ning Meng's reaction.

His hands are on the doorknob.

But Ningmeng's voice came from outside.

She is going back to her room.

The cheerful tone could not be hidden in the voice.

Shi Ping's hand loosened, unable to tell whether it was a surprise or a loss.

She didn't notice it again.

After taking a bath yesterday, she raised her head again at the place where she had disappeared when she came to his room after taking a bath yesterday.

Shi Ping leaned against the wall, let go of the doorknob, moved his hand over the waistband of his pajama pants, and then leaned in.

In the narrow bathroom, the closed-eyed young man raised his head slightly, panting for a long time.