Chapter 125： Hug (2) (1/2)
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hiss……
A strange noise, softly echoing in the dimly lit room.
The little figure that was hugged in the arms by the monsoon smoke suddenly stretched under the moonlight.
The clothes that were stretched out were turned into pieces and hung on the hard-wearing body.
The delicate face that made the monsoon smoke marry countless times, at this moment, all the greens, the knife-like facial features, the beautiful face, the tall and slender body, the anti-customer, and the monsoon smoke in the dream were covered. In the shadows.
The rushing wheezing echoed in the still room.
He lowered his eyes slightly and looked at his long, good-looking fingers. He looked at the little girl who was in his arms, the bottom of the red scorpion, floating silently.
The monsoon smoke in your sleep is unaware.
He looked at the sleeping face in his arms by the moonlight, and his indifferent face became softer. He was lying in bed quietly, hesitating for a long time, and slowly wanted to sit up.
”Bad boy, sleep well.”
”...” Someone froze, and the little hand on his hip is like a soldering iron.
The extraordinary face of the handsome, even red is transparent.
I don't know how long I struggled in my heart. Someone can only sigh a little, and gently pull the unfair paws of the monsoon smoke from his ass...
The handsome man sat up in bed and sat silently on the edge of the bed. The moonlight fell on his broad chest, and the sloppy clothes could not cover his tight belly. He didn't care, just sitting there and watching the monsoon smoke. Yan Fazhen.
”I will be back.” The man whispered, and wanted to get up and leave, but at the moment he just got up, he felt that he was gently pulled by a pulling force.
When he turned around, he discovered that his clothes were still held tightly by the monsoon smoke. She slept so comfortably, but she did not want to let go.
He looked at the monsoon smoke with some helplessness, but his eyes could not help but fall on the red mouth of the monsoon smoke.
The heart suddenly missed a beat.
The ghost made it worse. He leaned down and kissed the little mouth that was lingering in the air.