Chapter 100 His Little Elk



Chapter 100 His Little Elk

Just at this moment, there was a soft knock on the door.

He Xilou stood outside the bathroom door, like the Big Bad Wolf patiently waiting for Little Red Riding Hood to open the door. His voice was particularly seductive, "Are you dressed?"

Meng Shiyi opened her eyes a little, pointed at her nightgown, and pointed at him angrily, "You did this on purpose."

He Xilou held the door handle with one hand, pushed the door open and walked in, closing the door with a "click".

The bathroom was spacious and bright, but because of He Xilou's approach, it inexplicably became small and ambiguous.

Meng Shiyi covered her chest, suddenly having a bad feeling, "What are you doing in here?"

He Xilou's gaze slowly fell on her.

Meng Shiyi has very fair skin, and when she wears a red suspender skirt, the color contrast is even more impactful.

The suspender nightgown had very little fabric, revealing her delicate and beautiful collarbone, making her waist look slender and her figure fuller. Her purity revealed a hint of charm that made people unable to take their eyes off her.

He wished he could just pounce on her and eat her alive.

He Xilou's eyes suddenly darkened, and he silently rolled his Adam's apple, but his face remained calm and lazy, his voice hoarse:

"Come in and blow dry my baby's hair."

After he finished speaking, he took out a hair dryer from the drawer, plugged it in, and carefully blew Meng Shiyi's hair.

It seemed as if he was taking care of her with good intentions.

Both of them faced the mirror.

The mirror was covered with a layer of mist, making it blurry.

But Meng Shiyi could still see He Xilou's face behind her through the mirror.

He Xilou held the hair dryer in one hand and gently stroked her wet hair with the other, looking serious and patient.

His usually casual and unrestrained face now showed a bit of pampering and satisfaction, and his sharp facial features were softened a lot.

"Buzz", the sound of the hair dryer cleverly covered up Meng Shiyi's deafening heartbeat.

Even the wind is gentle and comfortable.

Meng Shiyi likes such moments very much.

I like the moments when two people are purely together, without kissing, other intimate contact, or any sexual overtones, just leaning against each other. This can actually give her a greater sense of security.

Her hair is long and thick, so it's not easy to blow it.

He Xilou inserted his fingertips into her hair, picking up a few drops of crystal water, and asked, "Is it hot?"

His low voice mixed with the sound of the wind into my ears.

Meng Shiyi: "Just right."

He Xilou used a comb to comb her hair until it was completely dry, then he threw the hair dryer aside and took out two hairpins from his pocket.

One on the left and one on the right were clamped in Meng Shiyi's hair.

Meng Shiyi looked in the mirror and her eyes slowly widened.

It was a Christmas deer hairpin ornament, and it even had two little golden bells!

Combined with her red nightgown, it is even more inappropriate...

He Xilou turned her over, facing her, and leaned over with satisfaction. He gently pinched her chin with his tiger's mouth and said, "My little deer."

Meng Shiyi couldn't bear to watch, her ears became hot, "Why are you——"

So sexy and knows how to play.

But the words hadn't been spoken yet.

He Xilou simply lowered his head and tightly blocked her lips, starting from shallow to deep.

There's quite a big height difference between the two.

He Xilou simply pinched her waist with both hands, picked her up, put her on the shampoo table, and used his waist and abdomen to push her legs apart.

Meng Shiyi leaned against the cold mirror, with He Xilou's hot body in front of her.

The different temperatures before and after made her tremble.

She was forced to raise her head and endure the other party's fierce kiss. She felt like she had fallen into a quagmire from which it was difficult to struggle, and was surrounded by a huge net on all sides.

“Hmm…”

Meng Shiyi sobbed silently and reached out to push his shoulder.

He Xilou remained unmoved. With irresistible force, he pried open her lips and teeth, greedily and forcefully demanding her sweet breath, like a sudden storm on the sea.

Invade fiercely.

Meng Shiyi's waist softened, her skin burned hot, her struggles gradually became powerless, and her mind was in a mess.

After a long time, she couldn't breathe.

He Xilou let go of her lips and lowered his head to kiss her collarbone, not missing any inch.

Meng Shiyi had nowhere to retreat. She gasped softly, her eyes sparkling with tears. "Didn't you agree not to touch me?"

He Xilou bit her shoulder lightly, his tone particularly vicious: "Do you believe what men say?"

Meng Shiyi felt wronged: "I thought you would keep your word."

"Well, I didn't want to touch you," He Xilou sucked her collarbone, his voice hoarse, "but I couldn't help it."

Meng Shiyi's mind went blank. She reached out helplessly and touched the hair on the back of his head, as if she was comforting a big dog.

After a while, her neck and shoulders were numb from the bites.

He Xilou tasted it for a long time and still loved it.

He held Meng Shiyi's waist and carefully observed the micro-expressions on her face.

Meng Shiyi's pink lips were tender and tempting, and her eyes were wet as she looked at him, as if covered with a layer of misty water vapor. She looked as if she had been bitten and was stunned, without any expression of resisting him.

He Xilou stared at her deeply, his eyes dark: "Baby, you like this too, don't you?"

Meng Shiyi lowered her eyes.

She doesn't like this.

But because the object is him, I like him.

He Xilou reached out and pinched one of the ribbons of the bow on her chest, "Here, can I touch it?"

Meng Shiyi was stunned. She didn't expect the progress to be so fast and felt a little nervous.

She didn't answer directly, choosing to change the subject, "It's almost midnight, and you haven't even eaten your apple yet."

He Xilou stared at her without blinking, "Sister Shiyi, your face is as red as an apple."

After saying that, he leaned over and gently bit Meng Shiyi's cheek.

Meng Shiyi was stunned for a moment.

It didn't hurt, it just felt a little... weird.

He Xilou opened his mouth and jokingly said, "Why is this apple so sweet?"

“…”

After saying that, he pressed his thumb on Meng Shiyi's lips and pulled the bow tie meaningfully.

"Can I touch it?"

Meng Shiyi pursed her lips and said nothing.

He Xilou didn't get anxious, but instead asked her patiently, "Not saying anything? Does that mean you agree?"

Meng Shiyi met his scorching gaze, looked away, hesitated for a long time, and said cautiously:

"If you really want to, could you... turn off the lights?"

The light in the bathroom is so bright that I always feel ashamed. It would be much better if I turned off the light.

She is so obedient.

He Xilou said "hmm" and turned off the light. The surroundings instantly fell into darkness, and it was pitch dark.

He slowly untied the bow in front of Meng Shiyi and called her "baby" in a deep voice.

Immediately afterwards, He Xilou's slender and powerful five fingers clenched together.

"Don't," Meng Shiyi's body trembled slightly. She bit her lips and endured it, trying not to make any strange sounds.

She clutched the fabric on He Xilou's shoulders and sobbed, "Can you... be a little gentler..."

"Be good, don't shake, don't be afraid."

He Xilou coaxed her in a low voice, his tone gentle, but his actions were extremely forceful, leaving her no wiggle room.

He said, "Call me."

Meng Shiyi's voice was soft and unclear, "He Xilou."

He Xilou was still not satisfied. He applied force with his fingertips and raised the corners of his lips in a malicious arc, "Call me brother Xilou."

"Wu..." Meng Shiyi's tears were about to burst out. With a hint of pleading, she called him softly, "Brother Xilou."

The voice is pure and charming, so beautiful that it can captivate people's souls.

He Xilou touched her and nibbled the tip of her ear, his voice stirring her heartstrings:

"Sister Shiyi, you look so thin, why is this...?"

Meng Shiyi buried her face in his shoulder shyly and softly complained, "He Xilou, could you please stop talking!"

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