little spicy jiao

Chapter 117

"Pepper?"

A deep and pleasant voice came from outside the quilt, and most of the quilt that was tightly wrapped around her body was torn off, revealing the thin body hidden deep inside.

The slender palm reached into the quilt, and pressed it against the boy's forehead without hesitation, testing the temperature.

As soon as Mo Jiaojiao was touched, he trembled involuntarily, twisted and buried himself deeper in the quilt, and said in a soft and pitiful voice:

"Jiao Jiao fell asleep, Jiu Jiu don't pull the quilt..."

"Can you still make noise while asleep?" Dugu Jiu frowned slightly, withdrew his hand, put it on the boy's shoulder, and coaxed: "It's time for dinner, it's not good to be so bored."

"Jiao Jiao...you don't need to eat." Mo Jiaojiao stumbled and said nervously, "Jiao Jiao wants to sleep, so go out first."

"Why do you want me to go out?" Dugu Jiu's eyes were dark, and she looked at the young man's red ears thoughtfully.

"Because..." Mo Jiaojiao was at a loss for words, blinked his eyes in a panic, a little at a loss, after thinking for a long time, he finally mustered up the courage, and said fiercely: "Jiaojiao wants to stay by himself, don't be silly."

Dugu Jiu stared at the young man's slightly trembling back for a while, retracted his hand, lowered his eyes and pondered for a moment, and said: "Then go to sleep, and when Jiaojiao wakes up, call me again."

After finishing speaking, Dugu Jiu covered the boy again with the opened quilt, turned around and was about to leave without further words.

However, the man only took a step, and the young man whimpered softly from the bed, which sounded like he was crying aggrieved.

The step forward stopped instantly, Dugu Jiu frowned slightly, listened for a moment, turned around and sat on the side of the couch, ignoring the young man's struggle, pulled the trembling quilt away without hesitation, put it at the end of the bed, bent down People hugged.

Mo Jiaojiao was hugged into his arms while wiping away tears, still a little dazed and unable to react, just looked at the person who was holding her with tears in his eyes, and called in a daze: "... Jiujiu. "

"En." Dugu Jiu responded, hugged the boy tightly, took the handkerchief to wipe his tears, and asked in a deep voice, "Why is Jiaojiao crying?"

When Mo Jiaojiao heard this, the tears that had been wiped away fell down again. He subconsciously grabbed the man's long sleeves and dragged him into his arms. He leaned against the safe and generous arms and lowered his head. , muttered in a low voice: "Scared."

"Afraid?" Dugu Jiu repeated in a low voice, leaned over to hug the boy, and asked in a slow voice, "But because of what happened in the carriage today?"

The young man was silent.

Seeing this, Dugu Jiu frowned, his eyes were hard to distinguish, and he said carefully:

"Jiajiao is growing up now. You must know that the desires of the monster race are stronger than those of the monks. They are more sensitive and easily emotional. However, it is not a shameful thing to relieve desires. All creatures in the world are like this, so there is no need to be afraid. What I am teaching you today is nothing but the most basic self-examination, just remember."

Mo Jiaojiao's face turned red when he heard the sound, and he buried his face on the man's shoulder, and asked timidly but very bluntly: "Just like Jiujiu did, touch Jiaojiao's place?"

As he spoke, the young man held the man's cool fingertips in his soft little hands and placed them under his abdomen.

"En." Dugu Jiu replied in a low voice, turned his palms to hold the young man's hand, and moved away from it.

However, when Mo Jiaojiao was held by hand, his little head pondered for a while, but he turned his head suspiciously, looked down at his hand with a blushing face, then turned his head and continued to stick to the man's ear, and asked in a whisper:

"But why is Jiujiu's teaching different from Xiaoyang's?"

"Shen Siyuan?" Dugu Jiu's eyes darkened when he heard the words, he held the boy's shoulders and helped him up, lowered his head and looked at Mo Jiaojiao, and said seriously: "What did Shen Siyuan teach Jiaojiao?"

"It's just..." Mo Jiaojiao pursed her bright red and slightly swollen lips blankly, and said hesitantly:

"Last time, Xiao Yang tweeted with Lian Yunshan, and then don't ask Jiao Jiao to go out to eat mangoes. Jiao Jiao likes them, so he went. But Liu Guang bought too many mangoes. Jiao Jiao remembered that Xiao Yang also liked them, so he went back. Call the lamb. Then..."

Mo Jiaojiao clenched his fingers and moved uneasily, the corners of his eyes turned red again, and said honestly:

"Jiao Jiao saw that Lian Yunshan was not wearing any clothes, the lamb was hugging Lian Yunshan, and the lamb's here...was inside Lian Yunshan's ass, so strange."

The young man spoke surprisingly, poked the things in his lower abdomen with his slender and fair fingers, and then touched his buttocks, as if he didn't know what he said, so he just continued stupidly:

"The lamb found that Jiao Jiao pushed the door to go in, so he wrapped Jiao Jiao with demon power and took him outside, and the door was closed. Later, the lamb came out, and said it was done by the person he liked. That Jiao Jiao likes Jiujiu , why didn't Jiujiu do this with Jiaojiao?"

The innocent and clean eyes stared directly at the man, and the beautiful peach eyes were full of curiosity and shyness.

Dugu Jiu was silent for a long time after listening, and only raised his hand to caress the young man's soft cheek.

Mo Jiaojiao couldn't get a response, so he squeezed his jade pendant nervously, and said Nuo Nuo, "Did Jiaojiao say something wrong?"

Thinking of this, the young man couldn't help recalling the scene of being confused and sinking in the carriage before, his eyes turned red, he pouted his still slightly swollen lips aggrievedly, buried his head on the man's neck, and said in a fit of temper:

"Jiao Jiao's mouth is still numb, and her waist is uncomfortable."

Dugu Jiu wrapped her arms around the young man's waist reassuringly, recalling that she really lost control when she was emotionally moved before, and she kneaded harder, so she said in a hoarse voice: "May I show you to Jiaojiao?"

"Look at the waist?" Mo Jiaojiao hurriedly covered her waist, shaking her head wildly, "If you don't look, Jiaojiao will get angry."

Although the young man asked why they had sex differently than Shen Siyuan, but before that, they just kissed for a long time and explained to the young young man, Mo Jiaojiao was so annoyed...

Dugu Jiu thought for a moment, with a difficult expression on his face, and asked, "Jiajiao doesn't like what I did to you? It's true that I'm overdoing Meng Lang today. If Jiaojiao doesn't like it, I won't do it in the future."

Unexpectedly, Mo Jiaojiao became more and more aggrieved after hearing this, and wanted to defend for a while, but didn't know what to say, looked around angrily and anxiously, and simply buried his head and bit the life gate on the man's neck. Huya grinds his teeth vigorously.

Dugu Jiu let the boy lose his temper, untied the belt of the person in his arms with one hand, and opened the tightly closed skirt, revealing the slender waist hidden inside.

I saw a few deep purple finger marks on the originally white and delicate waist, spreading all the way down.

Touching the slightly swollen skin with slightly cool fingertips, Mo Jiaojiao kicked his feet in shock, let go, and muttered: "It hurts."

Dugu Jiu hugged him a little higher, took the ointment and rubbed it on finely, and said, "It will be cured in a quarter of an hour."

This kind of rubbing would not even leave any traces on ordinary people, but Mo Jiaojiao has been carefully raised since childhood, and his skin is extremely delicate. When he used to wear a bellyband, he would still leave thin strangle marks on his neck. , not to mention kneading directly.

Apply wound medicine to all the bruises, Dugu Jiufang redressed him, fastened his belt, took out his boots and put them on, he raised his eyebrows and said, "Dinner first."

Mo Jiaojiao raised his head, hesitantly grabbed the other party's skirt and refused to let go, and asked stubbornly: "Jiujiu Jiaojiao, is he the same as Xiao Yang?"

"What do you think of Jiaojiao?" The man's voice was low, his long and narrow eyes were as deep as the sea, he stared deeply at the clear eyes of the young man, he lowered his head slightly to touch Mo Jiaojiao's forehead, and said in a hoarse voice:

"There are many demons in my heart, I don't know where they arise, but I am nostalgic in this life, and I am willing to go there."

The lingering and hoarse words are precious and important, gradually disappearing between the lips that meet.

The arms that were loosely encircled suddenly tightened, holding the soft waist and pressing it into his arms.

The boy tilted his head obsessively, trying hard to bear the aggressive deep kiss, and was let go after a while, panting with tears in his eyes.

However, before he could rest enough, the slender fingertips passed through the scattered curly long hair again, firmly grasped the fragile nape of his neck, and slowly stroked it.

The cold and handsome face was also approaching, forcing the helpless and confused Mo Jiaojiao to open his lips timidly, and let the man with dark eyes invade the wet kiss recklessly.

Too long entanglement and stimulation made the young man struggle and whimper, his hands resting on the man's chest and pushing him out feebly.

When he was finally let go, Mo Jiaojiao turned his head, gasped, covered his lips and begged pitifully: "Jiujiu don't kiss anymore...Jiaojiao is so tired..."

The simple boy couldn't understand the huge gap between Dugu Jiu and Shen Siyuan at all. The gentle and handsome Shen Siyuan had a gentle temperament, and at that time, he was also concerned about Mo Jiaojiao, so he naturally knew how to stop in moderation.However, Dugujiu, who has been possessed by demons, not only has a strong temperament, but the beloved boy is also sitting in his arms obediently... the result can be imagined.

The sword fairy who used to be indifferent and ruthless is now full of sword intent, his slightly drooping eyes are fixed on the prey, and he seems to have fallen into a demon in a trance. Jiao Jiao coaxed melodiously in a low voice, "Jiajiao be good."

Suddenly, the palm covering his lips was kissed lightly, and before Mo Jiaojiao had time to protest, he was kissed again on his fingertips, and immediately hid and cried aggrievedly: "It's too itchy, Jiujiu don't kiss me anymore!" ..."

However, the soft little hand was finally held and pulled down. Dugu Jiu gently kissed the boy's swollen lips, and asked solemnly:

"Does Jiaojiao still want to perform Zhou Gong's ceremony with me?"

"Woo... what is popular intelligence?" Mo Jiaojiao's mind was already in a mess.

"The ceremony of Duke Zhou is just what Jiaojiao said just now, and what Shen Siyuan and Lian Yunshan did." Dugu Jiu replied slowly, with a wicked look in his eyes, and asked, "Didn't Jiaojiao ask me why I didn't do it differently from you?" ? Can you give it a try?"

Mo Jiaojiao thought about it blankly for a while, a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, he shook his head violently in fright, and cried incoherently: "Don't do it, don't do it...anxious... talking nonsense. Jiujiu don't... bully Burnt."

Just kissing Mo Jiaojiao makes her hiccup, let alone a gift from Duke Zhou.

Seeing this, Dugu Jiu took him back into his arms, took a deep breath, closed his eyes restrainedly, suppressed all the surging sword intent around him, raised his hand to comfort the boy's trembling back, and agreed: "No bully you."