Chapter 17 Do You Want Cystitis?

A burst of blood rushed to the top of his head, and Lu Mo's expression cracked. He avoided Ye Qingqing's eyes and groaned, "No, you can go back!"

Ye Qingqing secretly laughed, and the duck mouth is hard!

"I'll get you a urinal!"

Ye Qingqing went to the corner of the house to get the spittoon. Lu Mo, who was 185 years tall, couldn't hold her, so she could only grieve him for sitting and urinating.

"No, Ye Qingqing, let me go!"

Lu Mo raised his voice, his lower abdomen became more and more distended, which made him hate his powerlessness now, but if Ye Qingqing urinated him, he might as well die on the battlefield.

"Why are you shy? I'm not shy, really... OK, OK... I promise not to peek at it!"

Ye Qingqing brought the spittoon, held it between Lu Mo's legs, and turned her head away, her face warm.

Don't look at her words, but in fact her heart is beating happily. In her previous life, she and Lu Qingquan were married for five years. Lu Qingquan was either on assignments or working in the army. The number of times she came back throughout the year could not be counted in the palm of your hand.

And every time he came back, Lu Qingquan only stayed for two or three days at most, and then he happened to be lucky and bumped into her aunt every time.

So... even though she has been married for five years, she is still a big girl, even her first kiss is still waiting for her, and she has never seen such a man's stuff.

She didn't say she was shy, Lu Mo was hypocritical!

After waiting for a long time, Ye Qingqing didn't hear the sound of water. Ye Qingqing didn't dare to look back, so she shouted: "Lu Mo, do you want to pee on your pants? If you hold it in any longer, your bladder will burst. If you don't pee, I'll take you off. Pants!"

"Ye Qingqing... Are you still a girl?" Lu Mo gritted his teeth.

"You don't know if I'm a girl, who can be as beautiful as me, Lu Mo, hurry up, my hands are sore, count to three, if you don't pee, I'll really pick up your pants, one... two …”

Lu Mo hated so much that his teeth were itchy, but he was really bloated and uncomfortable, and he was worried that he would pee on his pants if he held it in, or that he would have cystitis or something, and he was even more worried that this dead girl would really pick up his pants.

Helpless...he had to pull the zipper...

The rustling voice sounded, Ye Qingqing's face burned even more, and he muttered: "You pee on time... don't splash on my hands!"

Lu Mo's chest was blocked, and he almost held back his urine in anger.

Looking at the pair of fair and beautiful little hands holding the spittoon tightly, Lu Mo couldn't help feeling soft. No matter what Ye Qingqing did, it was really rare that he could do this for him.

But he also couldn't affect Ye Qingqing's life.

She deserves a better man, and shouldn't waste time on this cripple.

"Okay!" Lu Mo said in a muffled voice.

Ye Qingqing's hand was really sore. She changed her hand and was about to go to the bathroom to fall down. When she turned around, Lu Mo caught a glimpse of Ye Qingqing's face covered with red clouds from the corner of her eyes, which was as bright as a burning cloud.

His heart was suddenly touched by something, this girl said fiercely, but she was actually too embarrassed.

"Thank you..." Lu Mo said in a deep voice.

Ye Qingqing didn't dare to look up, her face must be very red, Lu Mo couldn't let Lu Mo find out that she was shy, or she would be so shameless!

"I told you to take care of you..."

Ye Qingqing hurriedly went to the bathroom. Fortunately, Lu Mo had it in his room, so he didn't need to go outside.

After cleaning the spittoon in the bathroom, Ye Qingqing put cold water on her face, and her face was not so hot. Then she went out. Lin Shufang held the three-color cup in the room and said with a smile: "Qingqing, eat quickly!"

"Thank you, Aunt Fang, I'm going home. I'll come back tomorrow."

Ye Qingqing was still a little shy, didn't dare to look at Lu Mo, took the three-color cup and hurried away.