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

Jing Ling frowned slightly, the more he listened, the more something was wrong, he glanced down at the person in his arms, looking down from his angle, he could clearly see Wen Momo's soft little hair. The fluff is the tender hair that hasn't fully grown, and her white and round forehead, and the black and curled small fan-shaped eyelashes that blink and blink when she speaks, her small nose, and her pink lips. The shining water can be seen clearly.

He looked at it, squeezed the soft little palm that was held by him a little hard, Wen Momo felt a pain, raised his face for no reason, and then saw Jing Ling's indifferent pair of purple Looking down at her, he asked calmly, "So I'm not your priority?"

Wen Momo froze for a moment and said, "Brother is the priority."

"Then you said that you were going to give Ji hours away." Jingling rarely cares about it, and it's still a very caressing kind.

"Well, no, I made up my mind to come to my brother first, and I said later that she didn't bring an umbrella." Wen Momo tried her best to explain clearly to Brother Jing Ling, so as not to make him angry.

Fortunately, after listening to her explanation, Jing Ling finally looked a little relieved.

But not long after Jingling led her in the rain, he suddenly realized that he was arguing with Wen Momo childishly about those irrelevant things, and his ears were slightly red for a while, but fortunately, the rainy night was hazy, and Wen Momo didn't let Wen Momo noticed his strangeness.

"I'll take you home first." Jing Ling said.

Wen Momo tightened his fingers reluctantly, "Brother, do you want to stay for dinner?"

"Shouldn't stay." Jing Ling said, and stopped again, not wanting to move forward so quickly.

Wen Momo was hugged by his shoulders, so when he stopped, she also stopped with her.

Wen Momo's face was still full of disappointment, and she raised her head, just about to ask Jing Ling, but Jing Ling lowered her head without warning, and kissed her eyes.

He seemed to have held back for several days without kissing her, and now the two of them were walking hand in hand in the rainy night again. No matter how gentleman Jing Ling was, he was holding his fiancée in his arms, so how could he really sit still? I'm not pregnant.

He kissed for a while, then slowly kissed her from her small face, engulfed her lips, rubbed them lightly, then pried open her lips and teeth, stretched in, and grabbed her little by little the sweetness.

After Wen Momo was kissed like this for a while, the corners of Wen Momo's eyes became a little wet, but she was happy again.

She likes the feeling of brother Jingling's breath covering her body. The smell of brother Jingling's body is always light, with some coolness of mint, but it smells very comfortable.

She likes that every time Brother Jing Ling kisses her, his slender and cool fingers run through the end of her hair, and gently press the back of her neck, making their lips stick deeper.

It's very strange, Brother Jingling's usual appearance is obviously terribly cold, even Ji Xiao and the others have been calling Brother Jingling "your iceberg" all the time, but it's this iceberg brother, every time he kisses her, it seems to be giving her All her tenderness.

She never felt that Jingling's kiss was cold, and she never felt that Jingling's kiss was cold.

On the contrary, it has always been just right and tender.

After the kiss, Wen Momo just felt that the little hand held by him in the warm palm was a little sweaty, and it was too hot to be covered by him, and there was