Huo Shao's little goblin has a soft waist and a sweet heart, and is spoiled

Chapter 53 Let me down.

His words were simply unrestrained.

Jiang Niannian blushed when she heard this, and shyly thumped her on the shoulder, her voice trembling: "Put me down."

"You give me a kiss." This is the condition, Huo Qi must ensure that she is not angry before he can coax her well.

If Jiang Niannian had opened her mouth to catch Huo Qi before, she would have bitten her like crazy, but now the relationship between her and Huo Qi has become ecstatic.

This unclear relationship is collectively referred to as ambiguous.

In the past six years, these two words have been derogatory terms in Jiang Niannian's mind, but not now, she has a feeling of seeing death as home.

Even if there is an abyss ahead, she is willing to jump.

The girl lowered her head, and her eyes traced the outline of the man, from his brow peak to the bridge of his nose, and finally fell on his slightly curved thin lips.

Perhaps seeing that she was not angry, Huo Qi's long eyelashes drooped slightly, and he took the initiative to lift his chin. His speed was well grasped, and when Zu Jiang Niannian was thinking, he was always ready.

The girl lowered her eyes, and saw the thin lips that were only a few millimeters away, and the wet breath was on the faces of the two of them.

Huo Qi waited for too long, raised his black eyes to look at her, Jiang Niannian fell into the sea of ​​intoxication with just one glance.

The moment he actively attached Huo Qi's thin lips, it was as if an electric current went numb from the top of the spine to the tailbone.

Moist, warm.

After the kiss was lightly tasted, Jiang Niannian moved a little away, her apricot eyes hit Huo Qi's forbearing black eyes with watery light.

"Let me go, come down." Jiang Niannian came out of the water with a delicate voice.

Huo Qi was trustworthy, and put her down short.

The man didn't intend to let her go, he bowed his waist and brought his profile closer.

"My face is hurt, I want to whir~"

Jiang Niannian leaned against the wall, looking at the big coquettish man in front of him in a daze, and suddenly felt like a breeder trying to appease the lion.

The girl snorted softly, the corners of her pink mouth raised slightly, and her soft palm touched Huo Qi's forehead, and then looked gently at the wound on his cheek.

Her lips pursed slightly, exhaling like blue: "Huh~"

After just blowing a few breaths, Huo Qi felt his Adam's apple tighten, his rough palms quietly clasped the back of Jiang Niannian's head, his gaze stayed on her pink lips for a few seconds, and then he held her domineeringly.

Since Jiang Niannian took the initiative to kiss Huo Qi, no one entered the guest room.

Huo Qi gathered several pieces of clothes, all piled up in the corner of Jiang Niannian's closet.

Although the two of them shared the same bed, Huo Qi kissed her deeply, reaching out to lift up the corner of her clothes.

Other than that, he didn't dare to do anything else.

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Yajin Academy of Fine Arts, Art Festival.

After all, they are art students, so the teachers and students of the school rehearsed for a long time for this art festival, and even invited the media to broadcast live.

Every year, some leading figures are invited to be judges in the festival.

Publishing House President.

Make a movie director.

Pop musician.

Or some third- and fourth-tier girl group members.

It's nothing more than building momentum for the art festival, and the principal of the school can be regarded as painstaking.

Although Yajin Academy of Fine Arts is most famous for its painting major, other majors are also very popular in the school.

Such as photography, dance, music, and choreography.

Before the start of the art festival, the huge auditorium was already full of people, and many participating students were already preparing in the background.

All programs have been arranged in order by drawing lots.

Jiang Niannian was No. 12 on stage, and there was still about an hour before her on stage.

There was chaos in the backstage.

Many people walked around because of nervousness, practiced their voices in the corridor, trotted back and forth, and kept rehearsing the program.

Jiang Niannian was not so nervous at first, but he also became nervous when he saw them.

Simply go out and turn around.

The girl didn't have any extra money to prepare a dress, so she simply took out the [-] oil painting suspender tutu skirt that Huo Qi had given her from the closet.

At this moment, Jiang Niannian was walking on the forest path on campus, the breeze was blowing the tender leaves, and she lifted her dress melodiously.

Since Jiang Niannian transferred to Yajin Academy of Fine Arts, many sophomores and juniors have offered olive branches to her.

The girl was leisurely, when suddenly a figure appeared in front of her eyes, he was a junior senior, and seemed to be from the student union.

I have seen him several times on important occasions at school. He wears black-rimmed glasses, has a few pimples on his cheeks, and has an unshaven beard around his lips.

"Student Jiang Niannian, I think university is a paradise for love. I wonder if you are interested in going to heaven with me."

The girl's forehead was covered with cold sweat, something dirty seemed to have gotten into her ears, and goose bumps appeared all over her body.

"Sorry, I'm not interested." As soon as this Jiang Niannian refused, the other Huo Qi walked over with a dark face.

Holding a long white shirt in his hand, he stepped forward to put it on for Jiang Niannian. The man's eyes were dark and his tone was displeased: "I think you should put your belt on."

It saves him to worry about where he is worried every day.

Jiang Niannian thought it was ugly to wear a shirt, and wanted to break free, but Huo Qi held her neckline. He pinched her soft waist with his rough palm, and threatened in a low voice: "Jiang Niannian, try taking it off, I have a lot of ideas." Make you regret it."

He did, Jiang Nian read the letter.

Ever since he successfully sneaked into Jiang Niannian's room, Jiang Niannian cried and cried when he kissed her, begging for mercy and acting like a baby was useless.

He seems to be suffering from not-kissing dysphoria.

Huo Qi came here to listen to her playing the piano. Although she was wearing the skirt he gave her, seeing her white shoulders and small breasts exposed to outsiders made her feel uncomfortable.

Until Jiang Niannian was about to take the stage, Huo Qi still refused to let her take it off.

Jiang Niannian was anxious: "I'll just go up and play the piano, and I'll be down in a few minutes."

Huo Qi had a cold face, clutching her collar and refusing to let go: "Impossible, you can either wear a shirt or stop playing the piano."

In front of the scene, the last show was coming to an end, Jiang Niannian moaned anxiously for a long time, she dangled his hand, it was useless to act like a baby.

Huo Qi just didn't listen.

Seeing that he was so recalcitrant, Jiang Niannian's heart sank, he reached out and grabbed Huo Qi's collar, pulled it off, and gave him a sweet kiss.

She is the little fairy who molested Huo Qi.

The seduction for no reason made Huo Qi at a loss, his heart was beating, and his whole body was surrounded by pink bubbles.

Jiang Niannian bit him, and whispered: "Go back and kiss you on the lap, let me go up and play the piano, okay? This is the program of our third class, and it doesn't represent me alone."

When mentioning the collective honor, Huo Qi let go, but what made him let go was Jiang Niannian who agreed to let him hug her lap and kiss him.

You know, Jiang Niannian doesn't like to sit on his lap to kiss the most, every time he will be pushed by something, and Huo Qi is getting more and more dishonest, he reacts, he will not avoid her at all, but always rubs against her .

Therefore, Huo Qi is very tempted to hug and kiss on his lap.

"Then, don't go back on your word." Huo Qi bit his lip and smiled shyly.

He is so big that he looks like a big lion wagging his tail when he is shy.

(End of this chapter)