MTL - Scumbags Follow the Good System-Chapter 104 Ghost face five uncles of Shura field

For a period of time, Congliang was completely in a state of confusion, and when he got into the pitch-black horn, he felt that Ding Mao would definitely not see her again. How to do?

What should she do? Congliang was about to cry. She could see Ding Mao's lips opening and closing, and she could hear Ding Mao's voice, but her ears were buzzing. What, let alone think about what he meant by what he said.

Ding Mao held Congliang's shoulder with one hand and raised her chin with the other, "After that, there were a few times when you didn't come over, and I also carried him over."

Ding Mao stared at Congliang's eyes. He had never been so nervous in his life. He never thought that one day, he couldn't control his feelings and wanted to hug and possess like crazy.

"Look at me." Ding Mao squeezed Congliang's chin a little harder, "Look at my face, you can see it clearly, look carefully."

"I'm your grandma's adopted son. I don't have any blood ties with you. I promised your grandma to take care of you, and I... have always done my best to take care of you."

Ding Mao said: "I once tried to treat you as my...child." Ding Mao said it a little difficult, "I swear I thought it would always be like this, I even thought about what you want to give you when you get married and have a baby in the future. The child carves a long-life lock."

"I've almost saved up the money, and I've started to inquire about jade materials." Ding Maoli tried his best, his breathing was scattered on Congliang's face, his eyes were glued to Congliang's slightly confused eyes, and he continued: "But The world has changed, and I have never blamed you for the ones I hurt before."

Congliang was sitting on the floor, pinched by Ding Mao's chin, and forced to turn her face up to face him. She was still confused and her ears were buzzing. Ding Mao's expression was serious and he spoke very fast. , I should be angry, but she was so close that she could kiss her with a pout.

Congliang greedily felt the breath of Ding Mao sprayed on her face. She didn't want to move, she didn't want to think about anything, she just wanted to remember this moment quietly, even if she scolded her. It was the last intimacy between the two of them.

"You've changed too..." Ding Mao said softly with a sigh, he pursed his lips, pushed Cong Liang's hair away with extreme restraint, and dropped a feather-like kiss on her forehead, almost undetectable.

The moment her slightly trembling lips came together with a trembling breath, the mucus from Liangman's head, the constant buzzing voice in her ears, and the bitter wind and rain in her heart all came to an abrupt end in this light touch, she was at a loss. His expression became clearer and clearer, and he saw the eyes of people and stars that were close at hand, as well as the struggle and guilt in his eyes.

She could clearly hear Ding Mao speaking at her in a difficult tone, "You've made me crazy, you can't take my eyes away."

"I want to hold you every night. It was the first time you fell from the cabinet at night and dangled beside my bed with your eyes closed. I couldn't hold back and grabbed you." Ding Mao's voice was a little low, "I'm sorry. , I know I'm not worthy to say such things, I'm so much older than you, and my appearance is...not a person or a ghost."

"I thought about it for a long time and tried to control it, but I couldn't help it," Ding Mao swallowed and rolled his Adam's apple, his eyes widened slightly, and the distance between the two was narrowed a little bit, and then he continued: "I always feel that , do you... do you feel the same way as me?"

"Since you mutated," Ding Mao said, "you came to me and brought me back to the rooftop. I have some confused memories. I think it's true, not my own imagination, right?"

Congliang's thinking was a little clearer, and because of the sudden whiteness that messed up the track, she never dared to imagine such a scene. He also talked about the attitude of alienation. The two images flashed alternately in his mind, and his mind was a little immobile for a while.

"You treat me the same way. You come to crawl on my bed every night. You like me to sleep with your arms around you. It's impossible because you're afraid of sleeping alone, and you still touch me... I'm not wrong, right?" Ding Mao rubbed Congliang's chin, "Why don't you speak? Don't be afraid."

Ding Mao's tone was so gentle that his bones went numb, "In this way, we were like hide-and-seek when we were young. I closed my eyes and counted dozens." Ding Mao kissed Congliang's eyes.

"If I'm wrong, you can take advantage of these ten numbers to hide, I promise - I won't look for you again." After Ding Mao finished saying this, he let go of Congliang's chin, closed it and started counting. ,"one two Three…"

Not only did the hand holding Congliang's shoulder not loosen, but the knuckles even turned white from the forceful pinching. If Congliang didn't feel pain, he would have exclaimed in pain long ago.

Congliang was completely confused by the turn of the gods. It was obvious that Ding Mao, who had nowhere to start, had already called her. He used his overworked fingers on his shoulders, and listened to his messy, heavy breathing—this seemed to have a lot of power.

And for the past two months, Ding Mao should have been entangled in the relationship between the two, so now it belongs to accumulation?

"Seven...eight...nine...ten..." Ding Mao counted very slowly, ten slowly, for nearly two minutes, he was exhausted from counting, and a thin layer of sweat formed on his back.

When he counted ten, he still closed his eyes and didn't open them for a long time. To be honest, Ding Mao was very scared. He didn't know what the result of opening his eyes would be. Is he wrong? , what is he going to do.

For two months, he really thought about everything carefully and thoroughly, what to do in the future, whether the girl meant him in that way, and whether he had been lonely for half his life in estrus.

He has made all the assumptions, and he knows that he really has nothing to do. Mutants are kings in this world. They are in their thirties and weak, and they all rely on her.

Congliang was the one who watched him grow up, but now Dingmao can't see through it. Since she went to find him, she was no longer the one who always begged him for candy, cried and screamed in fear, and even screamed at him. A little girl who runs away from danger.

Not only can't he see through the girl he took care of since childhood, he can't even see through himself, how could he have such thoughts overnight, how could he think about such shameful things every day.

For more than two months, he kept admonishing himself, scolding himself, and restraining himself, but it was useless. His desire was getting deeper and heavier. Wanting to possess, he gave birth to resentment.

He never had any resentment, his family was harmonious, and his childhood was happy. After his mother died, his adoptive mother treated him like his own. He studied the profession he liked and engaged in the job he liked. His mind, spirit and material have always been in a saturated state, so he doesn't feel lonely, and he doesn't need to rush to find the other half to place his sustenance on. Everything he wants is within his ability, and there is no problem of wishful thinking.

But this time, he couldn't control the resentment. The more rationality told him that this was the child he raised and that he couldn't have such thoughts, the more he would refute in his heart, why not, she obviously also told herself In that sense, the world has become unreasonable, morality and order have collapsed, no one will condemn it, why can't he want her?

Why can't he fold the flowers he raised with his own hands—

So Ding Mao didn't plan to bear it anymore, he wanted to taste it himself, what the flowers that he carefully irrigated himself were like.

But even if he doesn't care about anything, even if his heart is full of possessiveness, he still can't ignore the wishes of "flower" itself. He is such a person, even decisive and crazy, full of tenderness.

These ten numbers were the last chance he gave Congliang to retreat. Ding Mao closed his eyes for a long time, until Congliang patted his hand lightly before he suddenly opened his eyes.

"Dad, it's getting green." Congliang's joy could change from the corners of her eyes and brows to reality, and she flew out and circled, she smiled and opened Ding Mao's fingers, complaining a little narrowly, "Hide and seek doesn't take you to play like this. Yes, hold on to me, how can I hide?"

Ding Mao didn't smile. He looked at Cong Liang deeply, pulled Cong Liang's collar away, revealing the slightly reddish shoulder he pinched, and then lowered his head and kissed Hong Hen.

Cong Liang's breath suffocated, and Ding Mao was pressed tightly onto the floor, a little helpless. The candle was less than two palms away from her cheek. Ding Mao nibbled and kissed along her collarbone to the side of her neck and ear, and Cong Liang opened her lips slightly. The stimulated outflow is more and the inflow is less.

"You like me like me." is an affirmation.

Ding Mao's deep voice and hot breathing poured into his ears, Cong Liang ducked, and his neck was held tighter.

"Touch me..." Ding Mao turned his head and blew out the candle, "Just like you do every night, okay?"

Congliang's hand was taken by Ding Mao, and because he couldn't see it, this feeling became more and more exciting.

"Fifth Uncle," he touched the top of Ding Mao's hair with a good hand, and called out confirming, "Ding Mao..."

"Yeah." Ding Mao replied in a low voice.

It was only when Ding Mao's lips finally deprived her of her breath that this kind of tenderness turned into a force that could not be rejected. Her knees were pushed up, and Ding Mao hugged her waist, attacking with a tight hoop that could not help her retreat, domineering and profound. .

Xu Shi Ding Mao's gentleness and tyranny were particularly appetizing. From Liang's fascinated soul, to the end, she did whatever Ding Mao said, scolding herself for being useless, and flying happily.

Dad, uncle, old guy, the more irritating he called from his good mouth, the more Ding Mao's response made her unable to control herself.

The darkness covered Ding Mao's lack of self-confidence in his appearance, and having to taste what he wanted made him forget his shape for a while, from the floor to the table, all the way to the room getting brighter, and there were people outside who had woken up talking softly, The two finally fell asleep hugging each other.