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

Ningmeng’s petite body was squeezed into the corner of the corner by Qi Yu. She, who had enjoyed the comfort and softness of this bed by herself, can only sleep to a small place, even touching the cold wall!

The little person in Ningmeng's heart cried instantly with a wow.

"Host..." Ningmeng called Qi Yu. When she just wanted to complain to Qi Yu, Qi Yu turned over, with her long arms, directly wrapped her petite and exquisite body in her arms.

"Don't make trouble, it's so late, go to sleep." Qi Yu's **** low voice came from above Ningmeng's head.

Being held in her arms by Qi Yu like this, Ningmeng's body was a little unnaturally stiff.

This is not Ningmeng's unwillingness, but the instinctive reaction left by this body.

In fact, Ningmeng didn't reject her approach to Qiyu at all.

After all, whether it was the Scottish fold cat she became in the first mission world, or the ink little unicorn she became in the second mission world, she stuck to Qiyu all day long. Yes, Ningmeng is no stranger to Qiyu.

Even because of the long-term company, the two got close to each other without a trace of unnaturalness.

However, when Ningmeng was a cat and a little Qilin before, Qi Yu didn't hold her to sleep, he usually slept in the bed and put her on the other side of the pillow.

Now, this is the first time for Ningmeng or Qiyu to sleep on the ground.

Both of them were wearing thin pajamas, and Ningmeng could frankly feel that he and Qi Yu's body were very different.

I feel like it is made of water tofu, and I am all soft.

And Qi Yu seemed to be made of steel, and his whole body was stiff. He held her firmly in his arms with his arms, and said to Ningmeng that he still had a little bit of his hand.

A steady stream of enthusiasm passed from his body, and Ningmeng felt that her whole body was about to catch fire.

She opened her eyes, her eyes rolled, and her stiff body gradually relaxed. She waited for a while and found that Qi Yu was holding her motionless, breathing smoothly, as if she had fallen asleep.

Ningmeng moved her body cautiously, planning to move a bit further away from Qi Yu.

Unexpectedly, when she moved, Qi Yu, who she thought was asleep, immediately reached out and patted her little ass, lowered her voice, and said solemnly, "Don't move!"

The voice that was deliberately lowered, without a trace of malice, felt like a parent berating a disobedient child.

And with his spanking, Ningmeng didn't know why, she suddenly felt aggrieved, and tears burst into her heart.

"You hold me hard, I'm uncomfortable." Ningmeng flattened her mouth aggrievedly, and she said the truth. She deliberately twisted her body just like he was on the bar.

Lonely man and widow, sleeping in the same bed, all she rubbed out were flames.

Qi Yu stared down at her, wishing to deal with her directly.

However, he still hasn't been hungry enough to kill a fifteen or six-year-old girl, especially since this girl has only three-year-old IQ.

Qi Yu moved his body and moved a little bit on the side of the bed. By the way, he also changed a more comfortable way for Ningmeng in his arms.

It's just that she didn't know how to cooperate. Originally, Qi Yu wanted to get her legs inside to give her a little more space, but amidst the circumstances, his foot crossed between her legs.