MTL - The Cold Lord God Always Acts Like a Spoiled Brat To Me-Chapter 869 Sports Students vs Dance Students 101
Chapter 869 Sports Students vs Dance Students 101
Qi'an couldn't fall asleep, so she decided to change his schedule, try to make trouble with him, and act like a baby.
It's time to change someone, Pei Xuyan scolded her up and down, turned over, and pinched her chin with a smile in her eyes: "I don't have a long memory, do I?"
The girl blushed slightly, looked at him with blinking eyes, and the corners of her eyes were also red, crying, and threw the blanket on him like a rascal, trying to run away.
In the end, she was pulled back by someone, and the two got into a quarrel, which ended in Pei Xuyan's complete victory. She acted like a baby: "You are too heavy."
"If you can't beat it, act like a baby, who is used to you." Pei Xuyan's voice still had the low hoarseness of just waking up, as well as the sexyness afterward. Seeing the bruise on her forehead, she paused and stretched out her hand to press, "Does it hurt?"
"A little bit." After being pressed by him like this, Qi An said sincerely, his voice was rustling, and he remembered those messy scenes of blushing and beating heart.
His panting, the bulging veins in his neck, are still strong.
Pei Xuyan said to himself, "Be gentle next time." Then she lifted the quilt.
"What are you doing—" Qi An was startled, and quickly grabbed her.
"Let me take a look." He didn't stop, looked at it for a while, his brows were furrowed, his peach blossom eyes were sharp, "It's a little serious, it seems that I need to take medicine."
Qi'an's face was very red, and he silently pulled back, his voice like a mosquito: "It's all right..."
"Why are you shy?" Pei Xuyan smiled half-smile, her Adam's apple rolling, pinching her face.
Ahhhhh!
Qi'an covered his mouth in despair: "Can you shut up? Pei Xuyan!"
"it is good."
Pei Xuyan put on her clothes and got out of bed, called room service after washing up, went downstairs to buy medicine, and brought her breakfast.
Qi An felt it was unfair, why is he so energetic!
"You made it too heavy."
Qi'an went to the bathroom, looked at herself in the mirror, went out to complain to Pei Xuyan, and pointed at her neck.
The girl looks cold and delicate, with pure eyebrows and eyes, long hair that is a little disheveled behind her, and her eyes are dark and clear.
The rosy rose covered the delicate white neck, winding down the collarbone, like a pampered rose, she tried her best to lift her collar, accusing him of his excessive behavior.
"I can't even go out because the foundation can't cover it."
Pei Xuyan likes this very much, it's like labeling it as a private property.
The man leaned against the wall and looked at her. He was tall, with a loose black T-shirt showing half of his collarbone. His neck was clean without any marks. He was refreshing and handsome, and said lazily, "What should I do?"
"Are you kissing me back?" He had an unscrupulous viciousness, pointed his slender fingers at his neck, and nodded frivolously, "Here."
Qi An gritted his teeth, clenched his fists, and walked over aggressively.
Why doesn’t he have it on him!
She pressed Pei Xuyan against the wall, and then stood on tiptoe. The difference in height was here, and her aura dropped a lot. She took a bite on the side of his neck, her eyes curled up triumphantly, and her eyes were shining romantically: "I of."
"That's not the case." Pei Xuyan's eyes were dim, and he pressed the back of her head and taught her, with a low voice.
Finally, Qi An learned it very young.
It is just below the side of his neck, above the collarbone.
The loose black T-shirt couldn't cover it at all, and the hickey marks appeared on the clean and fair skin, blatantly.
He doesn't mind either, he is tall and tall, has handsome features, and is dressed in black. With his careless movements, he lowers his eyes and raises his eyes, there is a deeper sense of sluttyness, like a forbidden color, that kind of scumbag feeling , is fascinating.
I have to describe it, but it looks like the kind of scum that can kill you without spit out your bones.
The girl was wearing a JK uniform, clean and well-behaved, her calves under the pleated skirt were slender and straight, and when she was beside him, there was a sense of extreme contrast.
Qi'an looked at it, then slumped his face again, and smacked his neck with foundation heavily to cover up the traces of ambiguous reverie.
"What are you doing?"
(end of this chapter)
