Chapter 1742： Your technique is a bit poor (1)

Mu Xiaoxiao can already guess what Yin Shaojie is thinking.

Nothing more than just wanting to have fun with her in every corner and roll the sheets?

Mu Xiaoxiao's face became hot, and quickly closed the drawer.

But think about it, pulled away again.

I took out the sleeves, searched out the sleeves I found before, and put them back in the drawer of the bedside table.

Clap your palms.

She thought hesitantly, what kind of expression would Yin Shaojie have if he found that his hidden kit was gone?

Unfortunately, the gift could not be found.

Where did he hide? Is it in the apartment?

Mu Xiaoxiao thought of a headache and simply lay down on the bed, looking at the white ceiling, and became a meditator.

The bathroom door was pushed open, and Yin Shaomin walked out.

Just happened to see her at the moment.

With a smile on his lips, he walked over and stood in front of her legs, leaning her upper body forward, leaning her arms up on her sides, holding her delicate white face.

The morning sun came in from the window and landed on her cheek, reflecting her rupturable skin as translucent.

"What are you thinking?" He asked with a magnetic voice, bowing his head and pecking at her cheek.

It's like a shelled egg, so tender.

Mu Xiaoxiao murmured, stretched his hands around his neck, and shook his head. "I don't know ... I always feel like I have forgotten something ... but I can't remember it."

I felt like I forgot something, but I couldn't remember it, which made her feel bad.

"Is my birthday gone, my birthday is gone, and my good mood is gone?" Mu Xiaoxiao was a little worried.

Yin Shaojie nodded the tip of her nose with thin lips. "Fool, don't think about it, get up and go to breakfast."

Mu Xiaoxiao let go of her hand and raised her hands, said in a coquettish tone, "Then hold me up."

Yin Shaojie chuckled, but pressed down.

"Hey, what are you doing! It's asking you to hold me up, not to let you crush me, you are so heavy!" Mu Xiaoxiao patted his back.

Their chests are against their chests, this pose is really ...

Mu Xiaoxiao poked his shoulder with his finger and said, "You're not afraid again ..."

"What?" Of course Yin Shaojie heard her teasing, and her nose was pinching around her neck, making Mu Xiao tickle.

"Hahaha ... I always say that when a man gets up in the morning ... it's easy ... haha, don't hit me, it's itchy, I won't say it, right?"

Mu Xiaoxiao was amused by him, and his delicate body twisted on the bed.

Yin Shaojiu's thin lips fell on her chest, and kissed a little, a big hand held her little hand.

His voice was suggestive, "You can help me again ..."

Mu Xiaoxiao remembered the picture he helped him to solve with his hands last night, and his heartbeat fluttered extremely fast.

"Never……"

"Why not?"

"Hands are sour ..."

"You're a bit poor, so you need to exercise more."

After hearing this, Mu Xiaoxiao was dissatisfied, and his fist smashed him.

Yin Shaojie buried a low laugh on her delicate collarbone.

The next moment, Mu Xiaoxiao felt a wetness on his chest, and groaned suddenly, understood what he was doing, and quickly stopped.

"Don't lick ..."

"If you don't accompany me to breakfast, I'll have to eat you."

The two were playing on the bed, and when they saw this, they would spark out, and they would be out of control.