"Yeah." Meng Zhao nodded, "Hold me tighter, I feel a little cold."

"Okay." Qingying obediently hugged Meng Zhao tighter.

The girl in his arms was slender and soft, with a faint fragrance, which was very pleasant to smell.

Meng Zhao stretched out his arms and hugged Qingying's slender waist. He gently put his chin on the girl's black hair and sniffed her unique fragrance.

The anxious heart in his chest finally calmed down.

During this period of time, he has become accustomed to her presence. Without her, he could not feel her familiar body temperature. He always felt uneasy and easily woke up in the middle of the night. He

still had to hold her, hold her, and he could sleep soundly.

*

The sky outside the window gradually brightened, and the birds chirped faintly.

Not sure if it was an illusion, Qingying felt a burning gaze staring at her, making her feel uncomfortable.

She opened her eyes and unexpectedly bumped into a pair of dark and deep phoenix eyes

. After seeing the face of the person in front of her clearly, she stepped back in fear.

Qingying turned her head and scanned the surroundings, feeling a little annoyed.

Bed, she slept in Meng Zhao's bed again.

"Young Master, I... I'm not..." Qingying stammered, trying to absolve herself of the guilt of sleeping in Meng Zhao's bed.

Meng Zhao put his arm around her slender waist and pulled her back into his arms.

Out of inertia, Qingying threw herself into Meng Zhao's arms, and the distance between them suddenly shortened. Their cheeks touched each other, their noses touched each other, and the atmosphere was a little ambiguous.

The breath exhaled by the man sprayed on her cheeks, causing Qingying to tilt her head uncomfortably. She raised her eyes to look at Meng Zhao and asked in confusion: "Young Master, what are you doing..."

Before she finished her words, the man's thin lips suddenly came close to hers.

The four petals pressed against each other, and she felt the soft touch and the gentle kiss of the man.

Qingying was stunned, her almond eyes widened, and she looked at Meng Zhao's handsome face so close in shock.

Young Master... are you... kissing her?

Meng Zhao sucked Qingying's soft lips for a while, pried open her tightly closed teeth with force, and stuck his tongue in.

He wrapped his hands around her soft tongue and sucked it, like a traveler in the desert who had not had water to quench his thirst for days and was greedily sucking the sweet juice in her mouth.

"Um... Young Master... Hmm..."

Qingying choked, her face flushed red, as if she could hardly breathe.

She had never been kissed before and didn't know how to breathe, so after the man kissed her for a while, she couldn't stand it anymore.

Meng Zhao was afraid that she couldn't breathe, so he sucked on her soft and rosy lips for a while, then let her go.

Qingying opened her little mouth and gasped for air.

Meng Zhao lifted up his trousers, took her little hand, and pressed it against the bulge under his abdomen.

Before Qingying recovered from the shock of Meng Zhao kissing her, a thick, hard, and hot meat stick was immediately stuffed into her palm.

Her eyes widened and she looked at Meng Zhao in surprise.

This man came early in the morning...

Qingying's pretty face turned red, and she wanted to retract her hand in shame, but Meng Zhao's big hand pressed her hard, and she was weak and couldn't retract it at all.

Qingying glanced at the sunlight coming in through the window and said shyly, "Master, it's daybreak... It's not appropriate to have sex in the daytime."

Meng Zhao leaned over and kissed her small, white earlobe. With a bit of intimacy between lovers, he coaxed her in a hoarse voice, "Be good, just do it once, quickly. If you don't, this thing won't soften, and when Meng Wu comes in and sees my raised crotch, how can I face people today?"

Without waiting for Qingying to react, Meng Zhao's big hand reached down, touched her waist, found the belt and pulled it hard.

When the belt fell, Qingying's underwear was loose, as if it would be separated at any time.

Meng Zhao's big hand continued to move down, reaching between the girl's legs, he pulled off her pants and touched the hole.

The fingers separated the two plump clam meats, groped all the way up, found the small meat nucleus hidden in the meat slit, and gently kneaded it.

The man's fingers were white and slender, flexible and powerful, repeatedly kneading the small meat nucleus.

Under the man's teasing, the small meat bud gradually became engorged and hardened, and stood up timidly.

Qingying suddenly felt an itchy feeling in her lower body. She couldn't help the torture, frowned and moaned: "Well... well... don't... Master... it's itchy... don't pinch it..."