I stared blankly at the glue that stuck each other's hands tightly, and I couldn't separate them at all.

Han Zhiqing looked up at Mo Junhao with a little dumbfounded glance, as if she had done something wrong, and asked carefully: "What should I do?"

Hard pulling is not possible. Since this glue can stick to such a hard ceramic, the adhesion is immeasurable.

However, the flesh on the palm could not stick to the ceramics, but it stuck Mo Junhao's hand that was pulling her up with hers.

Mo Junhao didn't know whether to laugh at this time. When he looked at her foolishly looking at him and asked what to do, the softness in his heart couldn't help but surged up.

The sticky hands not only did not make him feel irritated, but also made him feel pleasing to the eye in a good mood.

Looking at her inquiring expression, she spread her hands helplessly and said, "What do you think you should do?"

As soon as the question was asked, Han Zhiqing shook her head innocently at him, and her dark eyes seemed particularly innocent at this moment.

This woman really makes him love and hate.

Sometimes he was so angry that he was so angry that he wanted to hold her in his palm and kiss her hard.

Just like now, her little hands are stuck in his palm, and she can only hold each other like this, as if she wants to stick to her for the rest of her life and cannot be separated.

Coupled with the innocent expression at this time, he bit his lower lip and was waiting for scolding, he even loved him to the core.

It would be great if this stupid woman could always do this.

He could only feel helpless towards her. He chuckled at her, patted her shoulder comfortably and said:

"It's okay, we can only stay hands together for a night like this."

A word that sounds like ordinary, sounds very ambiguous when Mo Junhao said it.

Han Zhiqing's face became slightly hot. Her innocent eyes avoided his smiling eyes, but she didn't know if she should go back to her room to sleep.

"Let's go, I'll accompany you back to your room to sleep."

There was a slight smirk in his eyes when he saw her slightly red and his ears were sometimes dyed.

He pulled Han Zhiqing into the room, but saw Han Zhiqing's steps decisively stopping at this time.

"I...I'm not sleepy now."

She looked at the palm that was holding Mo Junhao awkwardly. Although she had had skin-skin friendship with him too many times, she was concerned about the chaotic love-when she was confused, and her natural desire was caused by the natural desire of her body.

of.

Now she was holding hands with him and laying on the bed together, which really made her feel uncomfortable.

Mo Junhao seemed to see what she was thinking. The smile in her eyes deepened a lot, and she deliberately repeated: "Isn't you really sleepy?"

"Um."

Han Zhiqing nodded. At this time, she would rather sit on the sofa all night than to share the same bed with him but remain speechless when he was still angry with her.

"Okay, then go watch TV."

Mo Junhao's thin lips curled up quietly, and a touch of undetectable cunning slid through his eyes.

The two sat down on the sofa, and the European Cup on the TV was still fiercely competing, not giving in to each other. Han Zhiqing sat next to Mo Junhao, her eyes quietly staying on the TV.

The hand he held could still feel the temperature coming from him, and his heart couldn't help but feel warm.

As the game was approaching, Han Zhiqing's brows were locking tighter and tighter at this time, and her thin lips became tighter and tighter, as if she was trying to endure something.

Turning his head to look at Mo Junhao, he wanted to speak, but when he reached his mouth, he still bit the bullet and endured it.

Several times he wanted to speak but stopped, finally attracted Mo Junhao's gaze.

He turned his head in confusion and saw that she was holding her legs together, and her body was twisting uneasy, as if she was enduring something.

My body bent down from time to time, as if I couldn't sit still.

Looking at her appearance, Mo Junhao suddenly thought of something, and his beautiful thin lips pulled slightly at this time and spoke:

"Zhiqing."

"ah?"

Holding the impulse under her, she responded without much thought, turned her head, but saw Mo Junhao leaning closer to her, with a little hidden expression, and lowering the smile in her eyes.

I lowered my voice and said, "Do you want to...be convenient?"

As soon as the question was asked, Han Zhiqing's face suddenly turned red, and even her neck was red.

Finally, as if she could not bear it, she nodded honestly to Mo Junhao.

Finally, a crisp laugh came from Mo Junhao's mouth, and his beautiful thin lips spread a large curve, and he stood up from the sofa.

The laughter became louder and louder. Han Zhiqing, who was standing up with her long arms, smiled happily, "My little Qingqing is so cute. Hahaha~~~"

While speaking, he led Han Zhiqing to the bathroom, but when he reached the door, Han Zhiqing's steps suddenly stopped.

Although she endured it very hard, the reason why she kept holding it was that she didn't want to ask Mo Junhao to accompany her to facilitate it. She couldn't hold Mo Junhao in one hand and take off her pants with the other...

I originally thought I could tolerate the glue that touched the air for a long time and might separate automatically.

But the more you bear it, the more unbearable it is. If you want to talk to Mo Junhao, you can't say it.

He stood at the bathroom door with his brows frowned, pursing his thin lips, looking at Mo Junhao hesitantly, wanting to speak but stopping.

"What's wrong?"

"You think of a way to separate the glue."

Mo Junhao looked at her red face, and his cute appearance when he was holding his urine, the smile in his eyes could not be concealed at all.

But he spread his hands helplessly at her, "I really can't think of a solution for the time being."

Seeing Han Zhiqing's face collapsed instantly, she could not hold it in, but she still looked like she was unwilling to go in.

"Follow up, go in quickly. It's not good if you're so suffocated."

He said it a little straightforwardly, and pulled her to the side of the toilet, lowered his eyebrows and looked at her red cheeks, and said badly: "Do you need me to borrow one of your hands to take off your pants?"

"Need not!"

A thoughtless answer blurted out from Han Zhiqing's mouth. Then, she seemed to be unable to bear it anymore and didn't care much. She frowned and took off her pants.

"You...you turn your head."

Her head lowered and lowered, and her face became redder. Because of this, she had no time to notice the smile filled with evil spirit in Mo Junhao's eyes.

Obediently, he carried his body over and his hands that were stuck with Han Zhiqing were still holding each other.

Han Zhiqing sat on the toilet and looked at the postures of the two of them at this time, and she felt extremely awkward no matter how she looked.

Fortunately, it's just a small trumpet, if it's a large trumpet...

She really doesn't know how to face Mo Junhao in the future.

After everything was over, she stood behind Mo Junhao, her face still blushed. I'm afraid she would never have been as embarrassing as before.

Thinking of Mo Junhao's laughter loudly, she felt ashamed to find a piece of cake to get in.

"alright?"

The playfulness in Mo Junhao's eyes became deeper and deeper, and the smile at the corner of his mouth was not hidden. Looking at her red cheeks, he was in a great mood.

"Um."

She lowered her head and nodded gently. She was embarrassed to look at Mo Junhao, and always felt that her face was too much to be disgraced tonight.

Avoiding Mo Junhao's gaze, she reached out and pressed a little hand sanitizer to wash her hands to hide her embarrassment, but it suddenly sounded, and her other hand was still stuck with Mo Junhao.

Even if she had to wash her hands now, she would also wash Mo Junhao's hands together.

He paused for a while with his hand under the faucet, but finally he could only bite his teeth and said to Mo Junhao:

"Touch your hands over and I'm going to wash my hands."

Only she knew how embarrassed she was at this time. She didn't dare to face Mo Junhao when she spoke.

"good."

He agreed with a good mood, put away the cunning in his eyes, and obediently reached out to let her wash her hands...

During this period, I still didn't forget to hold her hands and feet.

"Mo Junhao, can your hands be more at ease?"

The blush on her face had not yet receded, and someone's restless hand was still "stroking" her hands while she was washing her hands.

His angry eyes were turned to Mo Junhao, but he saw that he had an almost innocent expression and spoke to her:

"Aren't I washing your hands for you?"

As he said that, he looked helpless at him and shrugged his shoulders, "Who asked you to stick our hands together?"

"you……"

Han Zhiqing was blocked tightly by his words, and could only stare at his innocent blue eyes, gritting her teeth and feeling sulky.

This time, is it her own fault that she cannot survive?

How could she notice that there was so much glue on her hands? How could she expect him to take the initiative to reach out and pull her up?
To be continued...