"Hahaha, Hu La! Give me money, give me money."
Li Mo was the last one who failed to win, so he was a little distressed.
Before he could reach out to grab his neck, he suddenly felt a cold touch there.
Um?
When he turned around, he suddenly realized that he and Bingtuozi had been sitting very close to each other at some point, and if they were any closer, she would have been sitting in his arms.
"Here?"
"Hmm... there's another place that itches too."
"where?"
"The other side."
Li Mo said with a guilty conscience.
"?"
What kind of posture can be used to scratch both sides of the neck at the same time?
Then you have to stand up, stand behind him, and let his head rest on your stomach...
Ying Bing dispelled the images in his mind and glanced at the arranged mahjong tiles.
"You played several cards wrong."
"ah?"
Li Mo raised his eyebrows slightly, realizing that his already bad cards had become even worse, so he smacked his lips in dismay, not sure if it was because of the mahjong or something else...
Then the cards got worse and worse.
This time, I feel like a pill again.
Student Li's mouth twitched slightly, his head tilted back, and then bumped into something warm and soft.
Is it an illusion?
There seemed to be a subtle fragrance in the breath, and a cool touch on the neck.
He was stunned and looked back. From the side of his face, he could even feel the graceful lines of her lower abdomen.
"Does it still itch?"
"It doesn't itch anymore."
Li Mo took a deep breath and inadvertently pushed the arranged cards away. Then the elders Han He and others opposite him frowned at first, and then their eyes widened.
“I won.”
As Ying Bing spoke, her trembling eyes were not focused on the mahjong.
He said it didn't itch anymore.
But has his itch spread to her, to a place that cannot be scratched?
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