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

After returning to the residence, Tang Xin dragged someone into the house, lit the lamp, and saw that his silly dog ​​was still standing there, so he had no choice but to walk over and help him take off his half-wet coat. He got off, but just halfway through taking off, Mo Zhifei suddenly stretched out his hand to hold the hand around his waist, and then raised his head in confusion, wondering if it was because of the light from the lamp, he found Mo Zhifei Zhifei's gaze became too hot, and he stared at Chunxin very closely and directly.

Chun Xin tried to struggle a bit, but couldn't break free, and said helplessly, "Why—"

Before the words finished, Mo Zhifei leaned over and kissed him.

Every time Mo Zhifei kissed him in the past, most of the time he was anxious and teased by his heart, but this time, he kissed him very quietly, kissing him with his lips and teeth, savoring the tenderness carefully. It has a lingering meaning.

He kissed deeply for a long time, and finally left his lips, but held Chun Xin's face in his hands, and carefully looked at Chun Xin's cold and beautiful eyebrows and eyes, and the outline of his facial features.

"What a kind heart." Mo Zhifei's voice was muffled and hoarse, as if he was about to cry.

He didn't seem to understand at all, didn't understand at all, and didn't know who to ask, he stared into the eyes of Qinxin and said, "What's wrong with Xinxin."

Then he bit his lip, and said in an aggrieved and domineering hoarse voice, "I want Xinxin."

Mo Zhifei let go of his hands in frustration, let go of his heart, and sat down on the side couch with his head bowed.

Like an autistic dog, with its ears twitching, it began to be silent and dejected.

Tang Xin stood in front of the couch, looked at his head silently for a while, pursed her lips that were a little wet from his kiss, rolled her eyes to look around, found a towel, and pressed his head, Mo Zhifei shook for a while, and when he heard the soft voice on the top of his head say "don't move", he sat peacefully on the couch and continued to hang his head down, letting Chunxin dry his hair.

Tang Xin brushed his hair quietly for a while, touched a small lock of hair on the tip of his hair, as if she had discovered some new land, and whispered: "Master, a bunch of your hair is sticking up here."

Mo Zhifei's face was still sullen, and he stretched out his hand to touch it inexplicably, "Is there any?"

He didn't touch it, but Tangxin grabbed his hand and guided him to touch the handful of hair, "Here."

Mo Zhifei touched it for a while, and it became more and more warped. Tangxin held back a smile and brushed it off for him, "Silly young master."

"I'm not stupid." Mo Zhifei hummed and wanted to put his hand down, but Tang Xin grabbed his hand and didn't let him go. He grabbed Mo Zhifei's hand and put it to his mouth, bowed his head , very carefully kissed Mo Zhifei's fingers, but did not let go immediately, pressed against the warm lips, he opened his mouth to speak, and every time he said a word, Mo Zhifei's fingers moved slightly.

Tang Xin said, "Master, I think this is very good."

Mo Zhifei looked up at Yun Xin, and opened his mouth and said, "I still think I can give you something better."

"I already have it."

Mo Zhifei was stunned: "What?"

"I said, it's better, I already have it." Chun Xin said calmly, and kissed the back of his hand again.

At that moment, Mo Zhifei felt his heart beating violently. He couldn't help but use the strength in his hands to pull Chunxin into his arms. When Chunxin leaned over, his body tensed up.