MTL - The Cold Lord God Always Acts Like a Spoiled Brat To Me-Chapter 805 Sports Students vs Dance Students 38

   Chapter 805 Sports Students vs Dance Students 38

  Qian climbed under the table and grabbed the kitten, his eyes lit up: "I got it!"

"Meow."

  Pei Xuyan put his hand on the edge of the table. When Qi An raised his head and got out from under the table, his head just touched his hand. He was about to straighten up, but the cat in his arms suddenly rushed out!

   She grabbed it subconsciously, but didn't catch it, stepped on the stuffed ball that rolled out under her feet, panicked, her whole body was out of balance, and she rushed forward uncontrollably—

   "Bang!".

The pure milk that had been on the table in the chaos was swept away by the cat's tail that jumped up, and splashed all over his thighs. It also splashed on Qi'an's face, and the glass fell to the ground. Shattered.

   And she staggered to her knees in front of the man, her head fell on his waist, and her teeth hit Pei Xuyan's belt metal buckle.

   Milk drips down the hair.

   The poses of the two were vague and ambiguous.

"Hold."

   The hoarse and low scolding in his ear fell unexpectedly.

Qi'an could hear that voice very clearly, and she could feel the vibration of his body when he spoke. The belt on which his lips were knocked was hard and cold, and the sore pain on her teeth almost made her wonder if her teeth were knocked out. .

   Her legs were numb, her head was dazed, and her hands were subconsciously grasping Pei Xuyan.

   His vision was trapped between the square inches, focusing on a piece of blurred black fabric, the exposed half of the belt was unreasonably lustful at such a close distance, and the smell of tobacco and mint invaded all senses of smell.

  The man's body rose and fell with his breathing, his waist and abdomen were firm and tensed, and his body temperature rose and became hot. All the changes were close to her face, and it became extremely clear.

   reminded Qi An for no reason, the picture he saw when he knocked on the door before, his heart was like a rabbit.

   "Have you kneeled enough?"

   The voice falling from the top of his head was hoarse, trying his best to suppress his anger, breaking all the silence.

   There was lightning and thunder outside the window, and the rain was violent. The late autumn rain beat on the glass window, and the light in the bedroom was dim, reflecting the ambiguous picture in front of the gaming chair.

   Pei Xuyan barely saw her kneeling in front of him, with her head lowered, the exposed back of her neck was fragile and delicate, like his pet.

  The girl's warm breath was sprayed on the belt as much as possible, passed through the fabric to the skin on the waist side, and gradually descended, like an electric shock, slightly numb.

   His voice was mixed with unsteady breathing, Qi An heard it very clearly, raised his head, saw Pei Xuyan's gloomy face, and panicked.

   But the more anxious he became, the more numb his legs became, and his knees pressed against his shoes again, causing the girl's earlobes to turn red, so she didn't dare to look at the other person's face, so she quickly took out the tissue on the table and wiped the milk spilled on his thighs.

"sorry Sorry…"

  Her hands were very white and soft, a little trembling, and the fingertips touched them inadvertently, and the temperature was terrifyingly hot.

   "Stop wiping!" Pei Xuyan took a deep breath, frowned and pressed her trembling hand, then roughly pinched the girl's chin with two fingers, making her raise her face and kneel to look at him.

  Qian's face was pale, and he was forced to raise his head, looking at him uneasy.

   The thin knitted cardigan draped over the shoulders slipped down to the shoulders due to the movement just now, and was hung without falling off, revealing a beautiful and rounded shoulder line.

The skirt inside    has only two thin white straps hanging on both sides of the shoulders. With the ups and downs of breathing, the thin straps are shaky, easy to stretch and tear, and will break at any time.

   His jet-black hair was scattered behind him, and his little face was worried.

   (end of this chapter)