The Boss is Very Busy

As time passed, MuMian was beating the drums inexplicably as time passed. After some time, An Yin suddenly said in the back: "Sister, these five minutes, how come it feels like five years? Long?"

"..."

She suddenly remembered that the two of them were still in the kitchen and were standing here, it seemed strange. The girl bowed her head and coughed: "Or let's go to the living room."

The boy squinted his beautiful dark eyes: "Sister doesn't want to be in the kitchen?"

He calmly expressed his understanding and nodded: "Well then, the living room is fine too."

"..."

Having been teased by this person, MuMian has a feeling that her family status is insecure, so she glared at it: "Don't always misinterpret my meaning."

The teenager was indoors, wearing only a thin white shirt. There were not many open parts at the neckline, but the lines of shiny milky white skin were faintly visible.

Facing the girl’s sudden faint anger, even though the voice of the other party was almost intimidating, the young man still froze his white and tender face, tightly stretched. He blinked his seductive eyelashes and his voice was low: "Where can I misunderstand sister Mean?"

He tilted his head, the tips of his slightly curly hair were lightly colored, his expression innocent and aggrieved: "Sister, can you point it out?"

MuMian closed his mouth silently and walked out of the kitchen.

The five minutes finally passed, and her wrist was held before she walked to the edge of the sofa.

An Yin embraced her again.

Unlike just now, the young man lowered his eyelashes, fixed his gaze on her beautiful little face, his snow-white fingertips lightly passed, and he lifted his lips slightly: "Don't be angry..."

On the youth’s white skin, the abrupt and **** throat rolls, and the dull pupils are covered by eyelashes. The other’s thin lips gently drew close, and lightly pecked the girl’s face, the nose filled with the other’s body. breath.

At this moment, the teenager almost seemed to be finally unable to bear it. His breath was unstable, but his movements were still softly attached. The touch was slightly cool and soft, along the girl's lips, slowly rubbing together.

The indoor atmosphere slowly warmed up, gradually stained with an ambiguous color. At this moment, when the atmosphere was quiet, almost only two people rubbed their clothes and made a faint noise.

After leaving, the young man pursed his lips, his eyes glowed with a light red color, and his squiggly eyes were rippling, as if they were stained with an elegant mist-like starlight.

MuMian looked at each other and went silent.

Such a cute and immature boy is so defiled by himself.

He held the girl's chin with his fingers, and gently rubbed the surrounding skin. The boy darkened his eyes and said in a slow voice: "It's better than what I imagined."

MuMian took his hand, his face was a little hot and he said, "Don't talk."

Seeing the girl's reddish face inexplicably, he calmly lowered his eyes, and the white tender face gently moved closer, stopping not far away.

The atmosphere in the air was extremely quiet. He raised his thick and beautiful eyelashes like butterfly wings and looked at him.

The other party suddenly curled up the corners of his lips and let out a shallow breath, his voice lingering all over his body.

MuMian raised his eyelids.

An Yin embraced her with one hand, and placed one hand on her small face. The skin that touched her was smooth with a shallow temperature.

However, he seemed to be unable to touch enough, and gently raised his chin with his fingertips: "Sister is shy?"

"..."