Pet Addiction: The Prince’s Desire to Spoil His Pet

Jing Ling frowned and pulled his hand out of her hand, Wen Momo hugged his hand together with both hands, and then Jing Ling raised her eyes to look at her, originally about to say something, but saw Wen Momo frowned a pair of small eyebrows, and stared at him fiercely, so cute that Jingling couldn't help but lick the corners of her lips slightly.

"Brother!" Seeing that he clearly meant to make fun of him, Wen Momo became even angrier.

Jing Ling lowered his eyes and coughed, and said lightly: "I may be infected with the epidemic, so I want you to go back quickly."

Hearing this, Wen Momo's eyes widened all of a sudden, "Then, then it's even more impossible for me to leave my brother!"

"Nonsense." Jingling said while frowning, and was about to move away the two little hands she was holding tightly, but Wen Momo had the audacity to throw herself into his arms...

Jing Ling was caught off guard by her arms, and one hand fell in the air, stiffening slightly.

His chest was filled with her soft and sweet breath, and he was a little reluctant to push it away.

But Jing Ling didn't want to admit that he would feel this way, he frowned and lowered his head, "Momo, get up."

Wen Momo hugged him tightly, lying in his arms and muttering in a low voice, "I'm not sure I'll be infected now, if my brother lets me go, then I'll infect my parents again, I don't want it."

Jing Ling didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and pretended to be angry and said coldly: "When did you learn to be cunning?"

"It's not cunning, Momo is just... just..." Wen Momo wanted to say something, but she was too embarrassed to say it. She only said halfway, then buried her head in his arms again, her little face blushed, no Dare to go on...

While Jingling gently grasped her little hand, he slowly circled her waist, making Wen Momo almost half-sit on his lap. He lowered his head and looked down, watching her getting more and more glowing. With a red neck, his voice was hoarse and gentle: "Just what?"

Wen Momo bit her lip and muttered vaguely, "It's nothing..."

If it were normal, Jing Ling probably wouldn't be able to hold on to such a trivial matter, but probably at this moment, the person is sick, his head is dizzy and hot, and with such a person in his arms, Jing Ling doesn't seem to be concerned. Forget about letting Wen Momo go like this, he grabbed her little hand, wrapped her warm palm around her, squeezed her soft and smooth little fingers twice, Wen Momo suddenly cried out in pain, " elder brother……"

"Just what?" Jing Ling asked her to say, half coaxing and half threatening, pinching her fingers while talking.

Wen Momo never thought that Jingling would have such a side, but he hurt her hand like this, and Wen Momo was afraid of him, so she had to bite the bullet and reply in a low voice: "I just...want to be with my brother... ..."

Her breath was very soft, and when she spoke, she pressed against his chest, as if there were soft feathers sweeping his heart.

Jing Ling clenched her Adam's apple slightly, and looked down at Wen Momo's appearance at this moment.

Because she rushed over all of a sudden, her dress was a little messy, and she hugged him again, her upper body was slightly lifted up, revealing a small half of her white and tender waist, which was very thin and beautiful, with a slight curvature.

Jing Ling felt that her eyes were dyed with a bit of heat, and her vision was obscured by the hazy light of the lamp on the bedside, but she only felt that her eyes were getting hotter and hotter, and she almost couldn't help stretching out another slender one. With warm fingertips, he gently stroked the small half of her white waist that was exposed.