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Chapter 57
Big ass can’t be held with two hands at all, ten fingers are trapped in the soft and thick hairs, and knead like dough, but He Ruge hasn’t squeezed a few times before getting addicted to his hands, the original soft buttocks suddenly become hard and hard. It looks like two big rocks.
The muscles of this big white tiger's butt tightened, and the hand feel instantly dropped several levels. Even if it is covered by a thick layer of tiger skin, it cannot hide its rock-solid presence.
He Ruge raised his head bitterly and looked at the aggrieved Da Baihu.
"You've rubbed it eight times, and I pressed you four times just now." Da Baihu pretentiously said.
Rubbing the butt a few more times without losing a piece of meat. He Ruge, who was not rubbing his ass, retracted his hand unwillingly.
Although he can't rub his butt, he can lick his back! He Ruge rekindled his enthusiasm. He enthusiastically pinched the big white tiger's shoulders and beat his back. His diligent attitude and good service were enough to make up for his lack of strength.
However, Xi Guican felt a little distressed about He Ruge's hand. He was afraid that He Ruge would get tired, so he only let He Ruge squeeze for a while, and persuaded him to let go.
Sucking cats beat the living gods, He Ruge firmly rejected Xi Guican and sat on Xi Guican's back and happily pinched his shoulders. Xi Guican's back is a piece of fluff, and the only place without hair is the transplanted insect wings.
Compared with wings, the silver-white insect wings are crystal clear and more like works of art. He Ruge's fingertips lightly trace the dark golden lines on the wing surface, I don't know if it is because he has seen too much of his own monster pattern, He Ruge I always feel that the lines on the wings...
Also like a kind of monster pattern.
The outline of the wing surface is as sharp as a blade, and when the fingertips rubbed past, it was accidentally cut by the wings. A drop of blood came out of the wound, and when the faintly imperceptible smell of blood filled the air, Xi Guican's pupils shrank slightly, and he turned his head like being tempted, staring straight at the person in front of him.
He Ruge didn't notice his gaze, frowned slightly, and his black eyes looked at the small opening in his fingertips for a while. This was just a small injury to He Ruge, and he didn't even feel much pain. He opened his mouth and put his bleeding finger in his mouth.
Everything seems to be played in slow motion, and the small opening in the fingertips is like a small cherry mouth, exhaling a fragrant breath, which makes people want to ask for more.
Xi Guican has tasted the blood of He Ruge. It is so sweet that he can't stop it. Just a little bit of taste will give him a taste of the marrow and bring the soul's pleasure. Even after many days, when he smells the familiar scent again, he can still make everybody up and down. The cell is about to move.
Want to have another bite...
No, He Ruge will get hurt!
The gloomy emotions in the blue eyes appeared repeatedly, and the two thoughts started a war of separation in their hearts.
The person in front of him has his eyes drooping slightly, holding his fingers, and pressing his tongue against the wound. Xi Guican's attention shifted from his fingertips to the looming tongue.
He wanted to... taste what his tongue tastes like. If you just suck He Ruge's tongue gently, he won't hurt He Ruge.
He Ruge bought a band-aid at the love mall and stuck it on the injured area. When he was about to regroup and continue the great cause of massage, he saw the eager gaze in the huge tiger eyes when he raised his eyes.
His sight was too hot, as if he had licked He Ruge out of thin air.
"What's the matter?" If it was not certain that the big white tiger would not bite him, He Ruge would suspect that he was treated as a Chinese meal, and would be killed in the next second.
"...It's nothing, since your hand is injured, don't massage it anymore."
Not allowing He Ruge to massage is to deprive He Ruge of the source of happiness. He Ruge hugged the tiger's back and said plausibly: "It's just a scratch, nothing at all. It doesn't affect my massage at all."
"No." The big white tiger was unmoved.
"It's really okay. This incision is thinner than the hair, and the blood flowing out is smaller than rice grains. The pain of being bitten by a mosquito is stronger than this." He Ruge picked up the tiger's ears and breathed into the tiger's ears. , When the big white tiger shook his whole body and looked over puzzledly, He Ruge said: "I'm blowing your ears and correcting your wrong thoughts."
Xi Guican looked at He Ruge, who was pulling on him, and knew that he was making a fuss now. He had seen multiple injuries in Star Wars, and he himself suffered fatal injuries. At that time, he saw bloody wounds. , My eyelids won't move a bit.
But at this moment, even if there was a small hole in He Ruge's fingertips, his heart seemed to have been cut by a knife.
A person who doesn't care breaks a hand, and a person who doesn't care breaks his finger.
"Then you can step on my back with your feet." Xi Guican suggested: "There is no difference between massaging with feet and hands."
The big white tiger's back is equivalent to a huge cat blanket, thick and soft, but he is no longer a child, such an adult, what would it look like to step on the cat blanket barefoot?
When He Ruge was engaged in a battle between heaven and humans, the big white tiger in front of him paralyzed himself into a cat cake, turned his head lazily, and let out a low roar like a yawn, and his blue eyes narrowed." come on."
He Ruge: "..."
Who can control this.
He Ruge quickly took off his shoes, worried that he would not be able to stand on his back wearing socks, he tangled for a moment, took off his socks, and walked barefoot to Da Baihu's side.
Xi Guican lay on the ground, with the soles of feet carved like jade in his field of vision. He Ruge was born beautifully. Every part of his body seemed to have been carefully carved by the heavens, full of softness and exquisiteness that Xi Guican had never touched. This is the fragile beauty that needs to be cared for.
The toes are as cute as Xi Guican imagined, and the edges of the soles are smudged with nice powder. Xi Guican, who feasted on his eyes, was content and was impressed by his own wit who made this suggestion.
He Ruge wanted to lift his feet, but he hesitated to stop.
"What's the matter?" Xi Guican was puzzled by He Ruge.
"I'm afraid of stepping on you." He Ruge said his inner worry, and heard Xi Guican's softly sneer, "You are so heavy, it doesn't matter if you jump on me."
He Ruge, who was stimulated by the agitation method, immediately stepped on the tiger’s back and stomped the tiger’s ass. The sole of the foot stamped a foot print on the thick hair of the tiger’s ass, as if covering a big white tiger. A chapter.
Xi Guican, whose ass was caught off guard and was touched, was a little dazed. He turned his head and looked at He Ruge, who lifted his trousers and stepped on his back seriously, and watched the other side step on his left foot and another foot. He was very busy.
His heart seemed to be covered with footprints, and there were traces of this person everywhere.
He Ruge looked very happy, the smile at the corner of his mouth never disappeared. The blue eyes became extremely soft, but after seeing the other party sneaking on his ass again, the smile on Xi Guican's face gradually stiffened.
He Ruge always stepped on his left butt, and the left butt was a little uncomfortable. When He Ruge stretched out his tentative foot to the left half of the ass again, the big white tiger lying on the ground suddenly stood up.
The sudden rise caused He Ruge to lose his footing and almost fell off the tiger's back. It was the thick and powerful tiger's tail that entangled him. He Ruge hugged the tiger's tail in shock, and said to the big white tiger who stood up without a sound. : "Why did you stand up?"
The little eyes of the big white tiger who succeeded in the mischief were like Miaomiao, but the expression was fleeting, and he said solemnly and calmly, "Because I want to take you to fly, so I hold him tight."
He Ruge, who had not yet reacted, clung his neck blankly, and heard the breaking wind of the insect wings. The slender insect wings took off easily with a heavy body. Room 104 was only four meters high, and the big white tiger could leave the ground at most. More than one meter high.
This height will not make He Ruge afraid, he even loosened the legs that clamped the tiger's body, and the soles of his feet were slightly dangling.
Xi Guican saw his restless feet, he laughed silently, and reminded He Ruge again: "Hold me tight."
Although He Ruge felt that he would not fall, he was too embarrassed to ignore Da Baihu's kind reminder, so He Ruge gave a perfunctory hug.
With loose arms around his thick neck, and his chin resting on the tiger's head, He Ruge sighed before he could see his own world spinning around——
The big white tiger made a 180-degree turn in the air!
He Ruge was caught off guard by the sudden sense of suspension. He hugged the big white tiger like an octopus, so nervous that his heart thumped: "You, why are you suddenly...ah!"
It was another one hundred and eighty degrees in the air. After the tiger's tail fixed the He Ruge, Xi Guican rolled in a limited space like a dazzling skill-swinging-rotating-flying against the ground, walls and ceiling.
He turned He Ruge into a daze, and his hands were as powerful as a weapon in his neck. After the big white tiger finally landed safely, He Ruge asked in a spirited voice: "It's too exciting, don't do this next time."
Xi Guican also whispered to He Ruge: "It's too exciting to touch your butt. Don't touch my butt again next time."
He Ruge: "..."
Is this revenge? Really? It must be.
He Ruge, who had been taken around for a while, was completely honest. He decided not to touch the tiger's ass today. After Xi Guican forgets it, he can still touch it in the future.
But Xi Guican's behavior with his aerial acrobatics is still too naive, this must be a bad idea that a bad little monster came up with.
Fingers pressed against the pink nose, He Ruge broke his nose into a pig nose, and said in a pious tone: "Miaomiao retreats, I need a more mature Guican."
After twitching his nose twice, Xi Guican replied, "No matter who you call, you can't touch your butt casually."
He Ruge whispered tentatively: "Baby?"
Unlike the one-second refusal before, Xi Guican closed his mouth and looked at He Ruge inexplicably. This reaction gave He Ruge a glimmer of hope. He Ruge took a mouthful of big claws, and coaxed softly: " Baby touch my butt, okay?"
It's like a weird cake that coaxes children with lollipops.
Big friend Xi Guican took the lollipop and happily appreciated the appearance of He Ruge calling his baby. After listening to the gentle baby a few times, he replied, "You can't call it a baby."
"Big baby? Sweetheart?"
The more Xi Guican listened, the happier he became. After being coaxed into enthusiasm, he continued to say coldly and ruthlessly after he was happy: "Nothing works, but the bottom line is the bottom line.
He Ruge: "..."
I always feel that Xi Guican has gone bad. Is it because miao miao was infected?
"... But if you really want to touch it, once or twice occasionally is fine." After a long time, Da Baihu quietly added.
He still couldn't refuse He Ruge after all.