Qiyu thought she had gone back to her house and didn't care. Unexpectedly, a moment later Zhen Yu appeared in front of Qi Yu's door holding her little pillow, sticking out her little head and asking Qi Yu: "Master, can Yu'er sleep with you?" With an embarrassed look on his face.
Qiyu was startled, a little hesitant. Zhen Yu took advantage of his moment of hesitation to quickly put the pillow on his bed, and ran into his arms with smooth movements.
"Yu'er, you..." Qiyu wanted to say something else, but Zhenyu obviously didn't give him a chance to speak.
Qiyu had never thought that someone would be so dishonest when sleeping. Zhenyu relied on her small body to lie on top of him, her face buried deep in the fabric on his abdomen. Qiyu could feel that the piece of fabric was soaked with her saliva.
Ps: You understand the loving master-disciple story. A bit slow to warm up
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