Pheromones and The Scent of Connection Chapter 32

"what ever."

Nie Xingran lazily lay on Xing Zhou, this time he did not put his lips on the gland, he just smelled it.

He felt Xing Zhou slightly spread his knees apart, and lowered his eyes expressionlessly. Xing Zhou smiled, lifted his legs and let him sit. "It's hitting your stomach, it hurts a little."

Fearing that Nie Xingran might just go down, Xing Zhou quickly supported his waist and H!ps again, "Is it okay for me to sleep at your place? My home is far away."

Nie Xingran was too lazy to talk about Xing Zhou's little thoughts. He didn't care much. Besides, it wasn't the first time he sat on Xing Zhou like this. It was just that he sat at the back before and this time was at the front. There was no difference. He stretched out his legs and stepped on the bed.