Chapter 1423: Yi people are pregnant

"Ok?"
McGonagall groaned and felt like he had just heard something wrong.
"In the middle of the night, I think there must be a script that needs to be seen together. As a good-natured gentleman, at this time..." McGonagall looked at the mirror and took a shower and replaced himself with a sultry flower shirt. Half-buttoned placket, chest muscles and eight abdominal muscles if looming, semi-wet hair with a bit of messy sexy, that melancholy eyes...
Eh?
Isn't it a good gentleman?
Why is it so natural to dress up, just like it is prepared.
Meg stood up straight, tied the button of the shirt, combed his hair into an adult look, looked at the mirror in his own face, could not help but sigh, how serious, but also let those ignorant girls want Uncle is the best uncle.
No way, the value of this kind of thing, not that he can casually control.
"Right, system, are you so embarrassed?" McGonagall remembered something.
"The kind of seven times a night?"
"What a ghost thing, is this uncle like someone who needs that kind of thing?"
"Now you are passing outside, you can't."

Who is spreading the rumors? Don’t know if the rumors have been sinned now?

"But it is not illegal to tell the truth." The system refuted.
"roll!"
McGonagall bought an industrial textile book from the system and took the book to the next room.
Meg pushed away the familiar bedroom door, coughed in front of the door, and walked in.
Irina was not in the room, and the bedroom next to it sounded like water.

Well?
McGonagall picked up his hair, very familiar rhythm. Should he forget to bring a bath towel next?
"You, give me the bath towel." Sure enough, the sound of the water stopped, the bathroom door opened a slit, Irina's voice sounded.
"Okay." McGon got up and picked up the bathrobe in the side and walked toward the bathroom. He couldn't help but groan: "Please, girl, you are a ten-level magician, just get a drowning. Where can I use any bathrobes?"
Of course, this kind of words, McGonagall, will not be said to be natural. After all, girls are shy. If they want something to happen, but they can’t let themselves be too active, they will always show some seemingly stupid. behavior.
McGonagall handed the bathrobe to the door and was about to say something like: Would you like to wash it together?
The bathrobe disappeared, and the bathroom door was re-closed. I expected to extend the bathroom, and then the jade hand that pulled him in did not appear.
"Amount?" Magma slightly touched his nose, it seems that he thought too much.
Soon, Irina, who was wearing a fairy dress pajamas, came out of the bathroom and waved her hand. The wet hair dried up, and Meg, sitting on the chair next to the bed, said: "The message I have already spread, but I am not sure how many sprites will respond."
"Helena may set up a bureau with the power of the family to deal with you and me. The territory will inevitably have emptiness. This opportunity will not be the second time. The night elves in the forest of the wind must be equally clear." Easy: "Helena wants to give us a surprise, hope that the surprise we give her will be bigger."
Irina went to the bed and sat down, then leaned against the bed, a pair of blue eyes looking at McGonagall, with a smile: "Your bed is occupied by two little guys, What are you going to sleep tonight?"
"Speaking, this is my bed." McGonagall looked at Irina and smiled and asked: "I don't know when you are going to pay me half?"
Irina was a little reddened by Meg's ear, and snorted, "The bed is mine, you sleep on the ground."
"It’s really awkward..." McGonagall sighed in his heart, but what could he do? He couldn’t beat it, even if he played it, wouldn’t he be able to fight it.
I had to re-spread the ground floor that I had previously put away, and lay it on the ground floor.
There is the existence of floor heating, plus a thick layer of mattresses. In fact, it is not uncomfortable to sleep in the ground. It is just a little bit strange in psychological terms.
"So, good night." McGonagall said, gently turning off the light.
"Yeah." Irina responded.
In the room, a quiet, half-open curtain, the moonlight sprinkled in.
McGonagall closes his eyes and tries to relax himself. The heart is rushing through the acceleration of the plop, and he can't sleep quietly.
This is the first time they have been sleeping together in the same room. Although they are not sleeping on the same bed, they can feel the breathing frequency of the other person.
This is a very wonderful feeling.
He knew that she was not asleep because he could feel that her breathing rate was also accelerating.
Irina looked sideways and looked at McGonagall's direction. Her face was a bit uncomfortable, and her heart was annoyed. "Is this wood really sleeping on the ground?"
McGonagall began to hypnotize himself: "People just pity that I have no place to sleep, so I am rewarded with a shop, hurry to sleep... sleep..."
Just as Meg was stumbling to fall asleep, a few buzzing sounds came from his ear, and then a soft, warm body was added to his arms, and a faint scent came.
"Hey?" McGonagall stunned, only to react to her as if she had gotten into his bed and got into his arms.
At this time, there are generally two options.
1. Push away the other person and tell her seriously that he is not a casual person. You can't do this to me.
2, hug each other, and then let things happen naturally, and then let her be responsible.
As an adult, McGonagall is naturally very soft and gently slaps her, soft but full body, just like water.
"You said, will we die?" Irina said softly.
McGonagall’s hand stopped, silent for a moment, whispering in her ear:
Yes, but not now.

Irina’s mouth was upturned, showing a bright smile, leaning comfortably on the solid chest.
It’s still warm.

"Because, this heart is still hot for you." McGonagall's hand slowly tightened and slowly held her tight.
All the distracting thoughts disappeared at this moment. He wanted to hold her like this, quietly and tightly holding her, it seems that everything is very good.
"Muscle." Irina said with some disappointment, a slightly red cheek against his chest, listening to the heart of the beating, and the hot temperature, how the smile on his face could not be hidden.
......
Really as long as 998 a box...
A line of rice-sized words drifted slowly from Meg's mind...