"Then let him like you, won't it?"

"Okay? I don't know..." He lowered his head and started to beat his fingers, which was very entangled.

"Look at me, what do you think of me?" The young man lifted her chin and asked her to move her attention from her fingers to her face.

Xiaobai looked at him confused: "What are you doing?"

"Who is better than the young coach?"

Xiaobai looked at him calmly for a few seconds, then snorted angrily, "Of course, the young man is the best, you can't compare to the young man!"

"Haha." The young coach laughed softly, "It's impossible, someone must be able to compare him."

"You're talking nonsense!" Xiaobai sat up straight and glared at him angrily: "The young marshal is the best, no one can compare to him! No one!"

"So, he is so outstanding in your mind." Touching his chin, the young coach smiled with a charming face.

The heart is completely pleased.

This is the first time tonight, I think Xiaobai is quite cute when he gets drunk.

"Of course!" Xiaobai held his head proudly, as if the young man's halo and glory were all honored.

"He is so good, why don't you like him?" The young man sat up, wrapped her in his arms, put his chin on her shoulders, and turned his head from time to time to kiss her tender neck and sexy collarbone.

Xiaobai whimpered twice, and after the protest was ineffective, he leaned in his arms obediently, letting him eat all the tofu, playing with his fingers one by one, and his voice was also quiet, as if he was saying to himself: "I don't like him..."

"Oh?" A thin lips sucked a bright red mark on her neck, "Why do you like him?"

"...Hmm." My head focused a few times.

“How much do you like it?”

Xiaobai scratched his head, "...I like it very much."

"So good." He turned her head and kissed her heavily on her lips: "The young man asked me to tell you that he likes you very much, and he will not give up on his liking to you."

"...so that's how it is." Xiaobai became distressed again.

"Yes." The young man covered the softness on her chest with one hand, "Don't like him with confidence, don't have any worries."

Xiaobai flattened his mouth, grabbed his hand and threw it away. The young man covered it up again, and Xiaobai threw it away again.

Finally, Xiaobai was annoyed, turned over, pushed him down and straddled him on his lower abdomen, supported his hands on his chest, and spoke coquettishly: "Don't bully me, the young marshal will beat you up."

The little head was so arrogant that it was as if it was a spoiled and spoiled little woman.

The young man plunged his hands behind his head and looked at her leisurely: "Xiaobai, take a closer look at who I am."

Xiaobai lowered his head, lay on him and looked at him carefully. The softness on his chest was also tightly pressed against his chest. The man's breathing began to become heavy again, and a certain part began to be congested and resuscitated...

"You are really a young man..." She poked his handsome face with her fingers, and she came to the conclusion.

"Do you want to do something to me? Anything is OK."

Xiaobai stared at his sexy thin lips in fascination, swallowed in vain, his eyes straightened: "Then... kiss, can you kiss?"

"Yes." The young man smiled with a smile, his thin lips slightly opened to facilitate her.

Xiaobai, who received permission, was eager to try it out, and was excited. He held his face, lowered his head and kissed the thin lips that had been imagining for a long time.

His tongue rolled up her tongue, and Xiaobai moaned, "Don't move, I'll do it myself..."
Chapter completed!