Chapter 893: Apply Medicine to the Shameful Place (1)

Mo Xiaomeng thought he was going to let her go, but a big hand touched her belly, and what was even worse was that it went under her clothes.

Just like that, he put his palm on her belly, flesh to flesh.

The delicate and soft belly seemed to be very good to Ye Sijue, and he was still lingering on it.

"Hey, what are you doing!" Mo Xiaomeng protested in a low voice, with a little shame and anger on her delicate little face, thinking that he was treating her as a toy.

What does it mean for this pervert to touch her belly with his claws!

"I'll check to see if you are really hungry." Ye Sijue said seriously, his hands still touching her belly.

Mo Xiaomeng was tickled by him and twisted on the bed, "Don't touch! Hahahaha, it's so itchy! Don't touch my belly!"

"It's itchy like this? What about this?" Ye Sijue changed his position to touch, and the warm palms slowly touched upwards, and the temperature of his palms seemed to rise as well.

Mo Xiaomeng felt as if there was an electric current running through her chest skin. She tried to suppress his hand in a hurry, and her little face turned red as she resisted, "Where are you touching?"

Why is this man like this? The more he touches, the worse it gets.

"I'm really hungry. Can you let me eat?" She begged him in a softer voice.

Ye Sijue liked to hear her soft voice, as if she was acting coquettishly to him.

"Then kiss me first, and I'll call you and ask the inn to prepare breakfast for us."

They stayed in the best inn in Nanxiang Ancient Town, which was comparable to a five-star hotel. It was just because this was an ancient town, so the hotel was called an inn.

This inn was not only ancient and quaint, but also had all the services of a five-star hotel.

There were two restaurants in the inn. As long as you called the service desk, you could order food at will. The inn would deliver the ordered food as soon as possible to ensure that the guests were comfortable.

Ye Sijue turned Mo Xiaomeng's body around, and the two faced each other.

The golden sunlight shone in, and because the curtains were not drawn tight, some light penetrated a few halos, just right on Ye Sijue's evil and handsome face.

Mo Xiaomeng always knew that he was very handsome, but at this time, his fine hair was a little messy, and he looked a little more childish than before, which made her even more moved.

"You..." How can you be so good-looking?

Mo Xiaomeng's hand unconsciously touched his cheek, as if describing his facial features.

She remembered the sketching class she took at school. The teacher asked a handsome boy to be a model. Western boys have very three-dimensional facial features. Because it was mainly a portrait, the facial features of the model were carefully explored.

But she felt that Ye Sijue's facial features were more beautiful than those handsome models, so beautiful that people wanted to hide them and not share them with others.

Ye Sijue liked the way she looked at him, and he was not in a hurry to kiss her, letting her touch his face casually.

In fact, he didn't like others touching him like this.

But strangely, he felt very happy when she touched him.

Her hands were very white and thin, and each finger looked like a fine work of art. Her hands moved from his handsome eyebrows to his eyes, then to his high nose bridge, and to his sexy thin lips...

When her hands touched his lips, Ye Sijue couldn't help it and subconsciously opened his mouth to hold her fingers.