Chapter 694: It is 8 now!

I don't know why, I saw the smile on Lin's face. Although there was no take-off, some parts that became significantly larger gradually eased. Like a savage, big compassion and compassion, it instantly sweeps away the emotions in the body. Some, just from the heavy tenderness of the internal organs.
He was covered with shower gel in his palms, and his eyes were bathed with no sound. The latter unexpectedly refused, even if it covered her arrogant abundance, even on her rounded buttocks. She is very gentle with the expression. Maybe not enjoying it, but it is never exclusive.
After washing, after finishing, Xiao Zhengyi stretched his arms and held a glimpse of Lin Lin’s sound. Strode back to the bedroom, lying on the bed.
Covered with a quilt, Xiao Zhengping was lying on the bed. Although this was the only time that the two were lying naked in the same bed and feeling each other's temperature, Xiao Zheng did not have any unruly movements, not honest thoughts.
He stared at the ceiling so silently, with a bleak smile on his lips. A look of pure-mindedness, longing for Plato's righteous gentleman. Unspeakable holiness.
A long silence, a long silence. Lin Mou, who is still not tired, suddenly turned over, his eyes sparkling with light, but his face appeared to be a touch. Perhaps every woman has appeared, or a small calculation that will be retained for a lifetime: "Who do you think of me?"

This is a question.
One question is that if the appearance is ordinary and very ordinary, Xiao Zheng is questioned by the phenomenon of big and small.
Who is this person?
"Nobody thought." Xiao Zhengxin took the opportunity to understand the intention of Lin Linyin. But he flipped it over and once again, as opposed to Lin's four-eyes, there was a hint of narrowness in his eyes, but it was never bad.

Is it?
The color of doubt in Lin’s eyes did not diminish.
She is a woman and has seen many men.
She believes that every man's aesthetics are strange, but no matter how weird, beauty is the man's permanent pursuit.
At this point, the rational Lin Lin sounds will not be eager for Xiao Zheng's preferences. Otherwise, it would be too overbearing, too strong for people.
"In your heart, what is the angel like?" Xiao Zheng stared at the beautiful eyes of Lin Zhuyin, asking for a word.
Lin painted the sound.
angel?
What is the problem?
"Beautiful. Pure. It is the messenger of God." Lin's tone gives a definition.
"Then I can still think of who?" Xiao Zheng's lips are smiling.
You are already an angel.
Even the most embarrassing angel, how can it be ordinary?
appearance?
If you say that you are a little self-respecting, if you just have a superior appearance, you can let Xiao Zheng be willing to stay. Maybe they will never have a first meeting.
angel?
For the first time, Lin Huayin felt that he could not afford it. It is also unbearable.
This is a great image. What a powerless image?
But at this moment, Xiao Zheng gave her at the moment.
This gift is more precious than a hundred beautiful dresses. More heavy than a thousand pairs of high heels.
What is love?
As Shen Manjun said, everyone's view of love is different.
And this is Xiao Zheng’s view of love: the world believes in God and loves angels.
Xiao Zheng’s lips are close to Lin’s voice. Gently printed on her red lips. Sweet, aromatic, like morning dew, water droplets on the lotus leaf. Purely without any impurities.
Lin Huayin did not refuse, no resistance, she blinked and stared at Xiao Zheng’s eyes, deep and dark. It looks like two precious black stones.
She never looked so closely at Xiao Zheng's eyes. Perhaps his appearance is not the most outstanding man that Lin Huayin has ever seen. But those eyes must be the most fascinating ones Lin has seen.
The accumulation of one year, waiting is not earth-shattering, nor is it a beauty woven with promises and vows. It is very dull, dull and boring, but whose happiness is achieved in the sea and stone?
When a seed is buried deep in the land, the storm can't make it grow. Warm water can make it strong.
This is not the first time that Xiao Zheng has kissed Lin's paintings. If it is counted that there is nothing to remember for the first time, it is the third time.
But after a long period of one year, this kiss is like the first meeting of the two. Not intense, not uplifting, and mutual complaints in plain.
For a long time, the lips are divided.
Xiao Zheng is still staring at Lin Zhuyin sideways. The latter has a pretty face after this kiss. This time it was not a physical reaction, but a change in psychology.
A woman is kissed by a man, how can she not blush, not heartbeat?
What's more, is it a man who regards her as an angel?
"Sleep." Xiao Zheng tightened the bedding at the neck of Lin Lin's voice, and said warmly. "You have to catch a flight tomorrow morning."
Lin Huayin sighed softly, lying flat on the bed, staring at the ceiling and whispering, "Good night."
A year of getting along, Lin Huayin was so free to lie in bed for the first time. She no longer feels that being alone in bed is more comfortable and comfortable than two people. No longer need to restrain your sleeping position. Although her sleeping position is comfortable, it will not fall to the sea like Xiao Zheng.
She believes that tonight's sleep must be the highest quality and most practical in this year.
I don't know when Xiao Zheng slowly took the left hand of Lin Linyin, and there was no numbness, but Lin Lin didn't break away as quietly as before, and then put it on the lower abdomen. This time, she gently tightened Xiao Zheng’s palm and let the two men’s palms have no gaps.
"If I didn't guess wrong. Is your cup c?" Ah Zheng asked suddenly.
In the usual, Lin Huayin is not interested in responding to such boring problems. It is as if Xiao Zheng had inquired about the measurements of Lin Zhuyin, but there is no specific number so far.
"90."
This time, Lin Huayin gave a specific number to Xiao Zheng’s question.
"How big is that?" Xiao Zheng squinted.
"With 90 as the standard, the thinner, the bigger the cup you said." Lin said the sound.
"What about your weight?" Xiao Zheng asked curiously.
Perhaps it was too straightforward. After Lin Shuyin’s silence, he replied:
36d.

"God really favors you." Xiao Zheng tightened his palm.
"Sleep."
After answering Xiao Zheng’s question, Lin’s paintings slowly closed his voice.
Discussing similar topics in the context of nakedness is indeed not something that Lin Linyin can tell. The more you talk, the less comfortable you are.
"8. 20." Xiao gave a set of data before closing his eyes.
This is a set of data that is absolutely unfamiliar to a woman. If you don't remind, it's hard to start association and determine the orientation.
Lin Huayin closed his voice and wanted to rely on his own wisdom to figure out and understand the meaning of this set of data. However, after five minutes of analysis and research, she still has no way to go. In the end, I don’t know whether it’s curiosity, or to give Xiao Zheng a face, whispered,
What is it?

"Size." Xiao Zheng said, slammed his waist, and then Lin Biao's lower abdomen suffered a soft and ‘attack’. "It is now 8."
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