"mom!"
Lu Xinting suddenly shouted, which made Ms. Lu's hands tremble and she was about to spill the tea.
Song Heng quickly caught it with a cup.
"Mrs. Lu, be careful."
Mother Lu quickly put down the teapot, slightly surprised that not a drop was spilled.
"You kid, you're back as soon as you come back, whirring like that."
Mother Lu straightened up and taught her a lesson.
Lu Xinting pursed her lips, "I opened the door so loudly, so you obviously didn't hear me."
Lu Xinting walked over, looked at Song Heng, and pretended to be surprised: "Hey, Brother Song, why are you at my house!"
Song Heng: "..."
"Didn't you ask someone to send you your luggage?"
Mother Lu leaned into Lu Xinting's ear and said, "I think he seems to be working very hard. He is sweating profusely carrying your luggage, so I invited him to come in and sit down."
Lu Xinting raised her eyebrows.
Is it hard to hold it in?
She saw through it without saying anything, and said "Oh" meaningfully, "You are still sweating in such a cold day, could you be weak?"
Then he took out two pieces of paper from the paper box on the coffee table and said, "Wipe your sweat, Brother Song."
Song Heng raised his hand to pick it up, and quickly held her delicate little hand firmly.
Lu Xinting gave him a warning look.
What do you want to do?
Her mother is here and she still doesn’t let go of her hands!
The man not only ignored her warning, but also rubbed her palm with his fingertips.
Lu Xinting was so itchy that she almost screamed.
"What nonsense are you talking about? Xiao Song, please ignore her. This child is always naughty and doesn't know who she is following."
At this time, Mother Lu brought the fruit over.
Song Heng retracted his hand without leaving any trace, lowered his eyes and calmed down his emotions, "It doesn't matter."
Mother Lu always looked at him with a cold and indifferent expression and didn't like to smile. "Xiao Song, I want to thank you today. Tingting loves to play. If she doesn't get her luggage back by herself, she has to trouble you to run." "
"You should, Mrs. Lu, you're welcome."
"You're too polite, just call me aunt."
Song Heng paused and shouted in a low voice, "Auntie."
Lu Xinting looked at Ms. Lu's smiling face and wondered in her heart, was her mother a little too enthusiastic?
"Ning Ning's luggage is in my room, come up with me to get it."
Fearing that Ms. Lu would see the clues, Lu Xinting quickly called Song Heng into the room.
"What on earth did you say to my mother? I feel something is wrong with her.
Song Heng stood in a room full of young girls, looked around, and said absently, "It's nothing."
That is to say, Mother Lu saw Song Heng carrying all the big and small bags through the door, and she muttered in surprise, "What are all these?"
Song Heng told her everything out of politeness.
"These are her new clothes and bags, those are the beauty equipment and skin care products she brought for you, this is the tie for Mr. Lu, and some specialties..."
Mother Lu was shocked after hearing this, not because Lu Xinting was so filial, but because she was shocked, how could he know so carefully?
So Mother Lu asked tentatively, "You helped Tingting carry so much back all the way?"
Song Heng nodded honestly.
Mother Lu instantly noticed something fishy and quickly welcomed the person in enthusiastically.
Seeing that he was perfunctory with her questions, Lu Xinting seemed to be more interested in her room, "How is my room?"
"It's neater than I thought."
"I'm asking you, how about doing it in my room?"
Lu Xinting pushed the man standing at the end of the bed onto the bed.
Song Heng fell into the soft and fragrant big bed, as soft as lying in cotton, and felt that the world was filled with creamy colors.
Lu Xinting knelt on his lap and wanted to take off his pants.
He quickly sat up and raised his hand to stop, "Don't."
"what?"
Seeing his bulging penis, Lu Xinting narrowed her eyes and smiled sweetly, "You haven't ejaculated yet, I'll help you fill it in."
"I can bear with it and go to my house to do it again, okay?"
"Why not now?"
he does not know.
Indescribable feeling.
He had never visited a girl's room before and this was his first time.
It turns out that the girl's boudoir is so clean and beautiful, and it also smells fragrant.
It's completely different from his home's dark, monotonous and boring style.
"Brother~"
Lu Xinting was swaying, hugging his neck and acting coquettishly, "What's going on? Why can't it be done now?"
He pinched her small waist with his big hands, lowered his head and buried it in her chest in discomfort, "Please stop rubbing against her, I don't want to dirty your bed."
Lu Xinting was slightly startled, her eyes gradually filled with tenderness, staring at the head buried in her chest, her fingers inserted into the ends of his hair, "Do you think it's inappropriate to do it here?"
"Um."
In his house, he could want her without restraint.
Here, he didn't dare to even have such dirty thoughts, he felt like it was obscene.
"Brother Song, we have a normal relationship between men and women now. Don't think of yourself in such a bad way."
Are they a normal male-female relationship?
Except for trying last time, she had never admitted that he was her boyfriend. He didn't know what they were doing now, and he didn't dare to ask.
Mother Lu is downstairs, and he is assaulting her daughter upstairs. Will Mother Lu be very sad if she finds out?
Song Heng didn't dare to look into Lu Xinting's eyes, reason and impulse were fighting.
Lu Xinting sighed, held his face, and kissed his eyes. His eyelashes trembled and he had no choice but to close his eyes, so Lu Xinting kissed his lips.
He pursed his thin lips, held his upper body back with his hands, and the muscles on his arms were so tight that the veins were visible.
"Brother, don't be nervous, relax a little."
Lu Xinting pried his lips and teeth and slowly penetrated.
She had never kissed him so tenderly as she did now.
Song Heng was a little lost in the kiss.
Without realizing it, his pants were taken off.
All of a sudden...
