The Little Cutie is Taken Away by the Paranoid Male God

Luo Ci responded, and it took a while to realize that she was held in his arms, her small face was pressed against his Guangguo's chest, it was a little hot, and all she could see was his white and delicate collarbone, and she felt a little cramped for a moment, The little hands were at a loss for his bathrobe, and the voice was stuttering, "Heng, let's go to sleep."

The small eyes dare not look around at all.

The main god took her performance into his eyes, responded lightly, glanced at the surrounding environment lightly, and pursed his lips like flower petals.

Of course he knew how Fragments felt.

The pain of separation between life and life, the pain of losing memory for more than ten years.

He knows it all.

Even after Luo Chuan concealed this piece of memory, he was angry for the first time, and the surge of rage came very unexpectedly, making him at a loss, or it was not just anger, but also mixed with other things.

So he went to find Luo Chuan.

Finally chose to let go.

Luo Ci lay on the bed, a little nervous for no reason, subconsciously patted the position beside her, "Lie down quickly."

It seems to be inviting something.

The Lord God lay down docilely, stretched out his arms to wrap her around her waist with the other.

Her waist was very thin, as if it could be held with one hand, so she gently reached out and held her waist. The little person beside her seemed to be frightened, and her small body trembled slightly.

He just held it gently, and did nothing else. He quietly looked at her face with lowered eyes, and lowered his head to kiss her lips.

"Go to sleep." The fingertips brushed her eyelashes lightly, as gently as if being kissed by an angel on the eyes.

It probably worked, Luo Ci fell asleep soon.

The main god sleeps very lightly, and she can clearly perceive her small movements. Even in the dark night, he can still see her appearance clearly.

She seemed to be insecure, with her hands and feet on him, tightly wrapped.

A lonely, helpless little cub who draws warmth and comfort from the only person she trusts in the world.

He wasn't impatient at all, but the bathrobe was looser, and his whole body was bare, touching her skin. Even if he has been ruthless and desireless for millions of years, in front of the one he loves, he is just a mortal, and he will also be emotional.

He is not only a god, he is her lover.

The main god closed his eyes slightly, breathed slowly and calmly, and gradually fell asleep.

*

morning.

Luo Ci was still asleep, and vaguely felt that she was holding something hot, which was still smooth, but it was a little hard, and there was something poking.

She thought in her heart, is it a hot stone? Except for one place that is more piercing, it is perfect. It would be great if it could be removed.

The Lord God had no idea what dangerous things were going on in her little head, her ice-snow eyes were stained with lust, her fair jade-like face was slightly flushed, and her whole body was hot, but a certain nagging little guy was still rubbing around.

Suddenly, a muffled hum came out of his lips, low and sexy.

His eyes became darker, he held her hand, his voice was low and hoarse, "Baby, what are you doing?"

His voice entered Luo Ci's dream, slowly awakening her consciousness.

She realized that she was still holding something in her hand and squeezed it subconsciously.

The Lord God bit his lips lightly, restraining himself from making annoying noises, his face was abnormally reddish, and fine sweat broke out.

He is very nervous.

Those in his mind were fragments and her memories, but he had never experienced it himself, so he was at a loss and could only choose to restrain himself.

Luo Ci's mind went blank for a long while before she realized what was happening. She was lying on the fragment almost completely, and when she raised her head slightly, she could see him with his naked upper body, and hurriedly let go of his hands, trying to get off him.

The lord god held her waist to prevent her from moving, his beautiful snowy eyes were dyed with deep desire, shining with a misty watery light, he turned over and pressed down, gently pinched her chin and kissed her.

Lingering, inseparable.

But this is tantamount to drinking poison to quench thirst.

The heat in the body is like a hook, which is completely irresistible.

Luo Ci was as docile as a little ostrich.

The Lord God slowly let go of her, looking at her beautiful pupils quietly, with a condescending pressure, his cold and beautiful face was stained with a thin red color of lust, which was strangely alluring.

His voice was low and hoarse, "Help me."

She asked dazedly, "How, how can I help?"

He held her hand, which was hot to the touch, and then leaned over and kept pecking and kissing her slender, rosy lips, trying to block the uncontrollable slight panting and muffled groans.

The clear and icy eyes were shimmering with water, sparkling like pain and joy.

After a long time.

Luo Ci's little head was buried in his arms, as if she didn't dare to raise her head to meet people, her little hands were still trembling.

The Lord God was silent for a while, and gradually breathed calmly. He casually picked up the bathrobe and put it on, hugged her like a child, and placed a wet kiss on the top of her hair. He took her to the bathroom and washed her carefully.

Luo Ci didn't dare to open her eyes at all, not only the tips of her ears, but also her little face was flushed.

She felt the nightdress being pulled by him, and a somewhat hoarse and sexy voice came from behind, "The clothes are dirty."

She responded blankly, very at a loss, "...Oh."

The Lord God carried her back to the bed again, and took off her clothes slowly, Luo Ci quickly pressed his hand, "I, I will do it myself!"

He let go of his hand, brought her clothes, and turned his back to her. He also randomly took a set of clothes and went to the bathroom to change.

When he came out, he found that the little guy was nestled in the bed, and the changed clothes were thrown aside. He bent down to pick it up, and went to the bathroom to clean it silently.

After washing and drying, the little guy was still bored in the quilt.

The main god's cold and beautiful eyes fell on the arched hill, and he walked slowly closer, leaned over to hug him, and said in a soft voice, "Don't be bored with the quilt."

However, the little guy inside was motionless. He patiently lifted the quilt little by little to comfort her, and finally saw the little guy whose face was still flushed, hugged her into his arms, and stroked her back with his slender fingers.

He kissed her lips again, and his lips pressed against each other, lingering around his lips.

"It's time to go downstairs for dinner."

Luo Ci replied in a low voice, and pushed him, "I'll do it myself."

She'd never handled debris with her hands before.

It's another kind of confrontation.

Of course you will be overwhelmed.

*

At the dinner table, Mother Nan clearly saw that the atmosphere between the two was not right.

Luo Ci was almost immersed in eating breakfast, and could faintly see the red tips of her ears.

Looking at his son's expression cold and indifferent, but his eyes are always on Cici.

Occasionally, when my son asks a question, Cici always responds in a low voice, and if you don't listen carefully, you still can't hear it.

The son who has always talked less than the future daughter-in-law talked more.

There is concern everywhere.

She still doesn't understand.

A meaningful smile appeared on his face.

Everyone at the dining table had different expressions, and Luo Ci slipped back to bed after breakfast.

The main god's eyes were clear, and he also sat on the bed, with one long leg slightly bent, and his left hand resting lightly on the top of her hair, without saying a word.