Found a loyal dog

Chapter 21

The door was knocked twice, and then Wang Qi's shy and timid voice came from outside the door: "Miss Hao, can I bother you for a while?"

Murong was a little surprised, and replied: "Yes, come in."

When the door opened, Wang Qi realized that Murong was not alone in the room. He greeted Mu Xiong, "I didn't expect Miss Hao Qiqi to be here."

Then seeing the postures of the two of them, I lowered my head in embarrassment: "Sorry, I didn't expect you to have something to do. I disturbed you. I will come back later."

"It's okay, it just so happens that our side is over." Murong clapped his hands and stood up, "Sit down, what are you looking for me for?"

Mu Xiong propped himself up and got up from the bed, echoing: "Don't feel guilty, you didn't bother us."

Wang Qi felt relieved and walked in, leaving the door open to avoid suspicion.He spread his arms so that Murong could see the clothes on him clearly, and asked shyly, "Does it look good?"

Murong noticed the gorgeous wedding dress on his body when he just entered the door. The golden phoenix embroidered on it was lifelike, and the large swath of bright red set off Wang Qi's tender and white skin even more beautifully.

Murong nodded like pounding garlic: "Mei Meimei!"

Mu Xiong didn't talk much, but nodded seriously.

Wang Qi was overjoyed, pinched the corner of her skirt, lowered her head and smiled shyly.

Murong glanced behind him, but didn't see Luo Yi, and couldn't help asking: "Where's Luo Yi? Why isn't she with you?"

Speaking of his sweetheart, Wang Qi blushed a bit: "She is also trying on clothes."

Murong: "Then did you show her this outfit?"

Wang Qi blushed even more, as if thinking of something, shyly said: "I want to show her, but I dare not go, both looking forward to and afraid..."

Murong secretly glanced at Mu Xiong, and said to Wang Qi, "I understand how you feel."

I want my sweetheart to see a different version of myself, but I am afraid that I will not like my sweetheart when I see it.This kind of complex and contradictory mood is produced because of liking.

A thought suddenly flashed in his mind, Murong rolled his eyes around his sockets, jumped up and asked Wang Qi: "Wang Qi, do you have any other wedding dresses in your room for trying on?"

Wang Qi: "There are indeed several sets."

Mu Xiong didn't know what Murong's intentions were, but he saw Murong approaching Wang Qi, deliberately lowered his voice and said a few words to Wang Qi, then Wang Qi nodded in surprise and said something, Murong turned around happily and shouted at her, "In Wait here for a while," and then the two left together.

Mu Xiong didn't even have time to say "good", the two of them had disappeared before his eyes.

She stared at the open door for a while, the room was very quiet, occasionally the sound of Mu Shao eating could be heard, and she hadn't finished eating a plate of French fries all afternoon.

It's so boring to be alone, Mu Xiong looked at Mu Shao, Mu Shao thought she was going to compete with him for delicious food, so he immediately gave Mu Xiong a fierce look, pushed the plate behind him and hid it .

"..." Mu Xiong turned his gaze back silently, took out a swordsmanship book from his room, went back to Murong's room, and sat on the bed to read it.

Mu Xiong waited for a long time for Murong to come back. Mu Xiong is a martial arts practitioner who is exceptionally sharp in hearing and eyes. Before Murong approached, she guessed from the sound of his footsteps that Murong was in a good mood at this time.

Murong tidied her clothes and hair for the last time. She felt that everything was in place before she appeared from behind the door. She was a little nervous, but she still had to pretend to be indifferent on the surface.

She imitated the appearance of the married man here, lifted her skirt slightly and gave a half-squat salute, lowered her eyebrows and closed her eyes and said softly: "Hello, madam."

She also put on make-up on her face, her already smooth skin was even more radiant, her eyes seemed to be full of lake water, she was indescribably agile, there seemed to be waves of light flowing between her turns, stirring layers of waves in Mu Xiong's heart ripple.

Mu Xiong suddenly felt his throat dry.

Murong waited for a while but there was no movement, but when he looked up, he found that Mu Xiong was staring at him in a daze, *here but his soul had drifted somewhere, looking a little silly.

Murong couldn't help laughing, he thought this scene was very funny.

Every time she sees Mu Xiong stunned or angry, not only is she not worried or afraid, but she wants to tease him even more.The bad water in Murong's stomach went straight up, he walked into the room and closed the door.

When she came out from Wang Qi's place, she took a red hijab by the way, and it just came in handy now.Murong unfolded the red hijab to cover his head, took small steps and approached Mu Xiong little by little, and finally sat down beside Mu Xiong: "Madam, why don't you lift the hijab?"

Mu Xiong only felt his heart was hit hard, and couldn't bear it any longer, he lifted Murong's red hijab and threw it to the ground, pressed Murong onto the bed and kissed him forcefully.

Murong was surprised for a moment, but quickly accepted.

Mu Xiong hugged Murong's waist, squeezed and rubbed Murong's lips with her lips, as if she didn't feel satisfied, soon she stuck out her tongue and licked it around again, biting Murong's lower lip gently with her teeth and gnawing bite.

The world seems to be spinning, everything is blurred into the background, only Murong Yanhong's lips are very clear, dangling in front of her eyes, like a small hook, making her heart itch.

It's so sweet, but it's far from enough... Mu Xiong looked at Murong with misty eyes, and Murong was breathing heavily under her watch, so he opened his mouth on his own initiative.The tongue of Mu Xiong, who has no teeth, immediately sticks in, sweeps over Murong's soft palate, entangles Murong's tongue and sucks|sucks non-stop.

As the temperature rose gradually, Murong was so soft from the kiss, his body trembled slightly, his combed hairstyle had long been loosened, and his long hair was messily pasted on his face and bed, sexy and alluring, like a signal that something was about to happen.

Mu Xiong suddenly exerted force, and Murong was caught off guard, and let out a small groan from his throat, the pleasure was transmitted from the tip of his tongue to his brain, hitting her nerves wave after wave.

Murong raised his leg and rubbed against Mu Xiong's, kissed Mu Xiong for a long time before withdrawing, hugged Murong in a dazed way, and kissed down from the chin bit by bit.

The movement of the two caught Mu Shao's attention, but she didn't make a sound, but ran over and lay quietly by the bed to watch them, with a curious expression on her face.

There was a trace of silver hanging from the corner of Murong's mouth, and he regained his sanity a little bit. He clasped his hands on Mu Xiong's back, and his voice sounded a little hoarse: "Go to your room, Shao'er is still here."

Mu Xiong was shocked, and raised his head suddenly, the confusion in his eyes was gradually replaced by Qingming, but his mind was still a little dazed.She looked at Murong, who was lying under her with disheveled hair, and then at herself who was also disheveled, as if she didn't understand why this situation came into being.

Kissing is impulsive, but also beautiful.Murong originally planned to have a one-night stand with Mu Xiong, and even wanted to have a relationship with Mu Xiong recently, so Murong didn't refuse when Mu Xiong kissed him.

The little fireworks in Murong's heart exploded all over the sky, she felt that she had won the big prize, she liked Mu Xiong and Mu Xiong happened to like her too.

But no matter how unrestrained you are, you can't do anything in front of children, Murong rubbed Mu Xiong's leg again, the smile on his face was brighter than fireworks, and repeated: "Go to your room."

But Mu Xiong pushed her away, tucked up his clothes and straightened up in a panic.

She wanted to stand up, but when she left a little, she saw Murong's white thighs, and she lifted up the bright red wedding dress, barely covering the lowest point of Murong's triangle.

There was a buzzing sound in Mu Xiong's head, and he froze in place.

Murong saw her pale face, propped up his upper body and looked at her worriedly: "What's the matter? If you are not used to it, we can take it slowly, and I can teach you... Or are you not used to the daytime? That's okay, I We can wait until night, we will..."

She reached out to touch Mu Xiong's face to appease Mu Xiong, but when she touched Mu Xiong's face, he opened it like an electric shock.

Murong retracted his hand aggrievedly and looked at her.

"No, it's not..." Mu Xiong's heart twitched suddenly when she saw him, and the words of denial slipped out just like that.

Murong's face softened a little: "Then what's wrong?"

Mu Xiong's mind is in a mess now, and all kinds of emotions swell like a sponge soaked in water, filling her heart and making her feel very uncomfortable.Murong was still waiting for her answer, but she couldn't answer anything.

After a while, Mu Xiong took a deep breath and stood up, Murong's eyes closely followed her movements, Mu Xiong gritted his teeth and avoided her sight: "Murong, I...I can't be with you..."

She couldn't speak explicit words, her mind was confused for a while and she couldn't think of any words to replace it, she spoke intermittently without beginning or end, but Murong understood.

Like a pot of cold water being poured over his head, Murong only felt the cold, the heat and shivering just now still remained in his memory, and it all became a dream in the blink of an eye: "You don't want you to kiss me? Then what is that we just did? "

Mu Xiong held her head with one hand, her head hurt like it was about to split open, and a voice shouted to her—"Mu Xiong, you are a broken sleeve".The voice became louder and clearer, gradually covering up other voices, and quickly drowning her like a tide.

Mu Xiong closed his eyes, the hesitation and struggle slowly disappeared, as if he had returned to the calm and indifferent look that Murong was most familiar with.

Sitting on the bed, Murong looked up at her, watching her say the cruelest words to herself with that face of lust that had not completely subsided: "I'm sorry. I... like a man."