Ai Yige felt that the back of his head was trapped in a soft ocean. Although he wanted to look up and push Meng Xiaodie away at the beginning, he thought that this would probably hurt her heart, so he couldn't bear to do it like that. But Ai Yige regretted it after a little time. This kind of charm is really something that no one can enjoy.

He also wanted to calmly pretend that there was nothing, but pretend that the pillow of his head was not Meng Xiaodie's plump breasts, but an ordinary soft pillow. However, this self-deception method was useless. Apart from making Ai Yige feel more certain that the two pieces of meat behind his head were much more elastic than the soft pillow, it really did not play any role in reducing fire.

Even Aiyigo began to recite Buddhist scriptures silently in his heart, but soon he found that he could not remember any Buddhist scriptures except Namo Amitabha and Ommani Padme Hum. Then he wanted to sing Long Live Allah or God's blessing, but once again warned himself that he had never believed in this thing. Although Allah and God always claimed to be fraternal love, it was another matter to cling to the Buddha's name to ignore you. Aiyigo had a deep understanding of how important it is to understand something like the Pure Heart Mantra. But now, calmness seems to have become a luxury. Aiyigo decided to start studying Buddhist scriptures immediately after returning to China, at least he had to learn the skills of the old monk entering into meditation.

But no matter how much you think about it now, it will be useless. Ai Yige could almost feel how some of his really restless parts were congested little by little, and then how the three main sponges became full and hard little by little, then pressed onto his pants to form a very indecent bulge, and it also felt a little depressing and uncomfortable and even painful.

Uh...can't do this!

Ai Yige pretended to hold a pillow in his arms casually, in fact, it was mainly to cover the rather indecent part. In fact, Meng Xiaodie didn't pay attention to these things. After Ai Yige disturbed her, she quickly glanced at Ai Yige's bulge with a rather hideous look.

Meng Xiaodie was also a little panicked. She just wanted to massage Ai Yige's head. She knew very well that it was difficult for people to fall asleep on the plane, and the jet lag was really painful, and she didn't think too much about it. However, after this kind of a bit embarrassing, or ambiguousness was greater than embarrassing, she couldn't push Ai Yige away all of a sudden, which would obviously make people more embarrassing. She had to let Ai Yige lean on her chest and felt her body gradually becoming a little stiff.

While absent-mindedly helping Ai Yige massage his temples, Meng Xiaodie thought with a little shyness: Lao Ai doesn't think that I have been in the United States for a few years and become a very casual girl, right? Oh, so too, why are I so stupid and let him stick to my chest? This is unclear, and I don't know what others think. Lao Ai doesn't know how to refuse, so I'll all go down, right? Oh, he doesn't really think I'm so casual, so I'll just ignore it, right?

Both of them had their own thoughts, but their bodies were getting stiffer and stiffer. They kept their initial posture and did not dare to move too much. In the whole room, except for Meng Xiaodie's hands pressing against Ai Yige's temple and gently rubbing it, there was no other movement.

Meng Xiaodie was nervous and her arms were hanging in the air, which made her feel a little sore and numb, but she didn't dare to make any more movements, which directly caused the temperature of her hands to drop sharply and soon became cold. Even Ai Yige felt a hint of coolness coming from her temples.

However, this made Ai Yige a little more awake and became more controllable. He clearly felt that Meng Xiaodie's chest was slightly undulating between inhalation and breathing, gently hitting the back of his head, making people even more intoxicated. This physical instinctive indulgence and forced the brain to wake up, and the torture of Ai Yige was very uncomfortable.

After a little longer, Ai Yige even began to feel Meng Xiaodie's heartbeat getting stronger and stronger, thumping, thumping, as if it was beating in Ai Yige's ears, and the sound was infinitely amplified by the strange feeling at this moment.

Meng Xiaodie was also constantly changing her mind. What should I do? Should I end this massage with a bad lip lip? But now it will be too abrupt? What if Ai Yige thinks he is playing hard to get? Oh my God, he won't really think I... Meng Xiaodie is already a little at a loss.

But at this time, Ai Yige moved, his head turned slightly, making Meng Xiaodie even more afraid to stop. Then she felt a numb and itchy feeling on her chest on her left, as if Ai Yige was blowing up. Under such a strange feeling and psychological panic, Meng Xiaodie felt that half of her body was numb. She even thought, if Ai Yige couldn't help but turn over, what should she do? Should she follow him or not? If she doesn't follow him, it seems more and more like seducing him skillfully, but if she follows him, isn't she a little too casual? However, there is at least one advantage, that is, Ai Yige will find that she is still intact, and then she will not feel that she has learned bad things in the United States. Otherwise, she will still follow him?

Look, what are the silly girl Meng Xiaodie thinking in her heart!!

In fact, this is not the case at all. Ai Yige did move his head, mainly because he leaned in Meng Xiaodie's arms, and his head was resting between his peaks. He felt a little embarrassed, so from the beginning, he was stiffened and he wanted to keep his head as tight as possible. He tried to keep his back and Meng Xiaodie's chest as much as possible. But over time, Ai Yige couldn't support it. The neck was originally one of the most fragile parts of the human body, and he couldn't help but move his sore and swollen neck. In fact, it was just a slight movement and then he returned to his original state. It was only Meng Xiaodie's psychological effect that he felt that Ai Yige was teasing her.

After a while, Meng Xiaodie looked down at Ai Yige, but found that his face was straight towards the front, and his eyes were looking at the unturned TV hanging on the wall. Then she realized that the feeling of being blown on her chest was completely her psychological effect. She couldn't help but feel the heat on her cheeks, and she thought to herself that she was thinking about something just now! Fortunately, Ai Yige couldn't know what she was thinking, otherwise she would be so embarrassed.

However, because of this glance, Meng Xiaodie realized that Ai Yige seemed to be quite embarrassed, so she looked like she was not squinting. In addition, Ai Yige's eyes were just looking at the LCD TV hanging on the wall, Meng Xiaodie finally thought of a way to get rid of the current predicament.

"Do you want to turn on the TV for you?" Meng Xiaodiehuo asked in a low voice, feeling a little nervous. What if he said no?

Fortunately, Ai Yige tried his best to get rid of the current embarrassing situation. When he heard Meng Xiaodie's words, he immediately turned over and sat up, sat up straight, and felt relieved, thinking that he had finally found an excuse.

"Okay, I'll watch American TV!" Then he lay down beside the bed and reached out to get the remote control on the bedside table.

After taking it, I don’t know if it wasn’t holding it firmly or if I was a little guilty, so the remote control actually came out and flew to the other side. On the other side, Meng Xiaodie happened to take the opportunity to pull back her body and move her position to the edge of the bed. Unexpectedly, the remote control suddenly flew over and fell into a place that she shouldn’t have fallen into.

In Los Angeles in May, it was actually quite warm. When Meng Xiaodie entered the door, she took off her coat, but was wearing a piece of clothing that was not low-cut but had a large collar. The remote control seemed to recognize the way, and it flew to Meng Xiaodie's towering chest in an instant, and then she got in half as if she was a little hooligan.

Ai Yige was really confused. Afterwards, he was overreacting and felt that he was 25. As soon as he saw the remote control flying out and landing in such an awkward position, he was a little panicked. When he panicked in his heart, he was a little helpless. He actually reached out to grab the remote control. But he forgot that Meng Xiaodie was not a dead person or a plastic model. She could move, and even more, she would subconsciously grab it with her hands when she was "attacked" by a remote control.

Uh...it's not good!!!

Ai Yige was stunned for a moment, and finally reacted and quickly pulled out his hand.

I don’t know if it was to hide the embarrassment of this miserable, or if Ai Yige was really heartless, but suddenly saw Ai Yige, who was standing on the remote control with a strange state between Meng Xiaodie’s legs, suddenly burst out with a burst of laughter that made Meng Xiaodie angry and anxious.

"Hahahaha... This damn remote control is simply too bad!" Ai Yige rolled to the other side of the big bed with a smile, and smashed the mattress hard with his fist. This shows that Ai Yige actually understood it very well. This crazy laughing move was probably to cover up the embarrassment.

Meng Xiaodie's face was so shameless that she pulled out the remote control from her legs and slammed it hard on Ai Yige's back. Although it did hurt a little, Ai Yige did not care so much? She just continued to smile, her legs were still very dishonest and knocked on the bed as she learned to fists. Meng Xiaodie was embarrassed and kicked Ai Yige on the butt, and actually kicked Ai Yige who was unprepared to the bed...

With a gurgle, Ai Yige's low voice finally came to an abrupt end. Meng Xiaodie was shocked and thought not to throw him out. She hurriedly stretched out her head and looked at it. But she didn't expect that Ai Yige was just turning over and trying to climb onto the bed again. At the same time, she opened her mouth wide and prepared to continue laughing...

Then, then...the two of them touched each other's lips, and because Ai Yige opened his mouth wide, Meng Xiaodie was like stuffing his mouth into his mouth...

This time, the two of them reacted very quickly and retreated backwards respectively. However, the contact just now still made Ai Yige taste the softness of Meng Xiaodie's lips. Meng Xiaodie also felt that the outside of his lips was stained with Ai Yige's saliva.

It’s really unhappy to be retribution for the natural law. The somewhat confusing kiss that happened in the elevator that night was actually continued under such circumstances, and it continued beyond the scope of ordinary kisses. It should be said that these two times combined are basically a relatively complete kiss. That time it was a lip contact, and this time it was saliva. Well, lip contact and saliva should be considered a qualified kiss, right?

"Oh, you have broken my teeth!" Ai Yige reacted quite quickly, and immediately cleared the kiss.

Meng Xiaodie also reacted, but she looked a little angry and hummed, and snorted hatefully: "Go to die, my lips are broken, you stinky hooligan!"

Ai Yige climbed up from the ground with grievance: "I'm not a hooligan, but that remote control is quite hooligan!" As he spoke, his eyes kept glancing at the remote control.

This is really a pot that doesn't open. Meng Xiaodie's cheeks suddenly felt hot again, as if it was burning, and she stretched out her little feet and kicked Ai Yige.

But this time, Ai Yige was prepared, so how could she be kicked? He reached out and grabbed Meng Xiaodie's little foot in his hand. When he touched the thin stockings on this little foot, Ai Yige, who had always been interested in girls' feet, couldn't help but feel his mind. Although he quickly let go, the soft feeling in the palm of his hand and the shape of Meng Xiaodie's little foot seemed to have remained.

She didn't feel anything about Meng Xiaodie. No matter how smart she was, she would never think that Ai Yige would feel charming when she grabbed her little feet and let go for such a short time. She was just angry that she didn't kick Ai Yige, and she couldn't help but jumped up from the bed, jumped to Ai Yige and wanted to kick him with her feet.

Ai Yige was rippling when he saw it. The reason was actually very simple. Meng Xiaodie was wearing a skirt that was not short but definitely not long. She stood on the bed, and Ai Yige was sitting next to the bed. Meng Xiaodie's little feet were raised quite high. Ai Yige's eyes were blurred before him. It was a pink tback. It was originally worn by Meng Xiaodie in order not to show traces of underwear on the thin skirt outside. Unexpectedly, Ai Yige's eyes were cheaper.

What a man, when he sees this, he will immediately feel dry mouth and tongue, and he will inevitably look at him twice. This cannot be blamed for Ai Yige for looking too carefully, it is actually a male hormone that is causing trouble. In this case, even Tang Seng, he will not be able to open his eyes wide, and he will not violate the rules and regulations when looking at him.

Meng Xiaodie was wondering at first why she actually kicked Ai Yige hard on the shoulder blade, and she couldn't kick Ai Yige out of the range of the bed. But when she saw Ai Yige's eyes seem to be glancing at some places she shouldn't have looked at, Meng Xiaodie felt like a mirror, and she was so embarrassed that she wanted to find a hole to drill down!

After screaming, Meng Xiaodie jumped out of the bed from the other side in panic and looked at Ai Yige from afar. After calming down, she saw a embarrassed expression on Ai Yige's face and couldn't help but stomp her feet in anger: "You damn hooligan, your eyes are not honest!"

Ai Yige opened his mouth and made a very aggrieved expression: "I didn't mean it! The angle is so suitable, just..."

"You... you're so angry! Could it be that you still want to say that I came to you on purpose to show you? It's obviously you dead men and hooligans! Hooligans!" As if to emphasize her tone, she stomped her feet again. She looked shy and a little angry, and her little face was really as if she was a monkey's butt. In Ai Yige's eyes, she was really cute.

However, it was only limited to the swaying of his mind. Ai Yige no longer dared to show any teasing. He could only sit on the sofa chair by the window, then look at his knees, and said, "I really didn't mean it. Oh, forget it, I won't explain it anymore. The more I talked about it, the more I couldn't explain it."

"I feel like I'm sorry for you! Virtue!" Meng Xiaodie pouted angrily and sat back to the bed, but she was thinking shyly: What did he see? He only saw underwear? Or did he see something else? Can he see in my position just now? - Meng Xiaodie thought silly, and thought that when she got back, she must try it on her own bed, put a mirror on the bed, and then raise her legs to see if she could see any parts that should not be exposed.

"Don't be wronged or wronged!" Ai Yige could only say that.

Meng Xiaodie was also a little confused, and she said without hesitation: "Is it good-looking?"

Ai Yige was even more confused and nodded repeatedly: "It looks good and good..." Suddenly, I realized that something was wrong. Wherever it was? What was good and what was bad, so I quickly added: "Hi, what was right and what was right! I didn't see it clearly!"

"Then do you really want to take a closer look?" Meng Xiaodie also felt a little funny, especially when she saw Ai Yigo's expression, she couldn't help but have the idea of ​​being cramped and teased.

Uh...this seems not right. I want it? That's obviously not OK. Isn't that Hong Guoguo's flirting? Isn't it? It seems to hurt her self-esteem, right? Ai Yige didn't know how to answer. He had to stammer and never speak.

Meng Xiaodie saw Ai Yigo's embarrassing look and finally burst out laughing: "Okay, okay, I won't be teasing you anymore. Look at your bear bag, you are still a man!"

Ai Yige replied unconvincedly: "What should that man look like? He just threw you down?"

Meng Xiaodie thrust her chest and shouted arrogantly: "You dare!"

Ai Yige was dejected, like a defeated rooster: "Dede, I dare not!"

"Little guy! No, he's a stinky hooligan! I don't care. I'll call you a stinky hooligan from now on!" Meng Xiaodie seemed to have finally won, and she couldn't hide her pride on her face. However, Ai Yige was puzzled, and she really didn't understand what she had to be proud of.

But Ai Yige couldn't really let her scream so much, so he still argued: "I'm nowhere to be a hooligan. Isn't this all a coincidence? I didn't mean it."

"I care about you, I like to call you a slut!" But I was extremely shy in my heart, I not only like to call you a slut, but I also like you to be a slut to me - and then I was so embarrassed again. Oh, how can a man understand this woman's thoughts?

"My aunt, aren't you destroying me like this?" Ai Yige showed a begging for mercy.

Meng Xiaodie laughed loudly, walked to Ai Yige, bent over and lay down in Ai Yige's ear and whispered: "I'm going to call that, but I can promise you that when there is no one, we are alone, we secretly call this..." After that, he ran away like a crazy girl, while running and singing in the tune of the famous spinach song: "You are a stinky hooligan, you are a stinky hooligan, a stinky hooligan..."
Chapter completed!