Chapter 222 The Little Mermaid of the Shady Painter, Begging for His Life Every Day 20
Chapter 222 The Little Mermaid of the Shady Painter, Begging for His Life Every Day 20
next day:
Because he was going to school with Mu Han, Luo Yichu woke up early.
Mu Han was afraid that he wouldn't get enough sleep, so she held him in his arms and let him sleep for a while.
Luo Yichu: (??w?)?
He was literally tied to a q and forced to sleep.
After sleeping back into the cage, Luo Yichu obviously felt full of energy.
When he got up, there was no one around him, and he stretched lazily.
What about Mu Han?
He lifted the quilt and got out of bed, and when he opened the door, he smelled the smell of fish, and the glutton in his stomach immediately aroused.
This scent is different from what you usually eat, Mu Han researched a new way to eat it?
Thinking of this, Luo Yichu became even more greedy.
He lay down by the door, poked his head out furtively, and saw Mu Han busy in the kitchen.
Maybe it was because it was too hot in summer and it was close to the fire. Even with the air conditioner turned on, Mu Han's white T-shirt was still drenched and stuck to his body.
I don't know if it's because the mermaids don't feel how hot they are because they stay cool in the deep sea all year round.
"Host, the mermaid is cold.
You see that the villain cooks for you and your clothes are soaked, so you don't say anything?
A slight show of favor is easier to promote the relationship between you and the villain, and it is more convenient to survive.
When he has the heart to kill, he might feel pity when he thinks about your past.
So it is necessary for the host to take care of the relationship between you and the villain. "
Luo Yichu: (●_●)
It made a lot of sense, but he couldn't refute it.
"Then what should I do?"
"Hug, stick."
Xiaolu winked at the host, signaling him to hug the villain.
Luo Yichu: (??w???)
Are you serious about his face?
Xiaolu nodded solemnly, really couldn't be more serious.
"The host's merman body can help the villain cool down!"
Luo Yichu lay beside the door for a long time, in order to make life easier in the future, he dawdled behind Mu Han.
Mu Han didn't look back, but he noticed that the little shark was approaching him, and his lips lifted slightly.
Luo Yichu looked at Mu Han's slightly wet back, gritted his teeth, put his hands through the sides of his waist, and put his cheeks close to his back.
Mu Han's body was extremely warm, and the arms around his waist felt a little hot.
A faint coolness approached, and a pair of snow-white hands passed through his waist and hugged him tightly.
Mu Han hooked his lips happily.
What happened to the little shark today?
I've never seen him so active before.
Mu Han's warm arm was placed on his arm, and his fingertips rubbed lightly, his voice became a little hoarse.
"Lolo?"
Luo Yichu hummed lightly.
"Ok.
Sharks are cold, see you are a little hot, let me cool you down. "
Hearing Xiao Yuren's words, Mu Han chuckled softly.
His little shark knows how to hurt people.
I don't know if showing favor is useful, but the villain is extraordinarily gentle today.
Xiaolu raised an eyebrow at the host, with a look on her face, I said it was useful!
Luo Yichu gave Xiaolu a thumbs up, awesome.
After Mu Han fed the little shark, the two of them washed up briefly and began to get dressed.
Luo Yichu wanted to say that he would do it himself, but seeing the villain's good mood today, he pursed his lips and said nothing.
Seeing that Xiao Yuren was so obedient today, Mu Han bowed his head and kissed him lightly on the button of his shirt that was closest to his heart.
As he got closer, he could still hear the sound of the little shark's heart beating faster.
He pursed his lips, kissed his collarbone along the button of his shirt, and rubbed the tip of his nose lightly on his Adam's apple, and saw the little shark's body stiffen a little, and a soft sound came out from his lips.
"Ah."
Mu Han's lips fell on his collarbone, and he almost subconsciously raised his neck, feeling that his Adam's apple was slightly rubbed by the tip of his nose, it was crisp and itchy.
Aren't they getting dressed?
Why does the situation in front of me feel more and more wrong?
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