Chapter 10: Sleeping, can you? 10

Qian Qianmo thinks that the number of warmth is quite cute. She squeezed her chin tip. "Is there any wish?"
The number of warmth slightly opened the lips, some uncertain: "Can you promise?"
Qian Qianmo looked at her nephew in the water bay, "Yes."
"Now, now?" The number of warmth was watched so close by the thousands of inks, and the more nervous, the little faces followed red.
晟 Thousands of inks and lips, "Now." He is well prepared in advance.
Suddenly, the number of warmth did not dare to look at thousands of inks. He closed his throat nervously and carefully spit out a few words from his mouth. "I want to unravel the embarrassment of my body."
The man on the body suddenly did not speak. The warmth of consciousness was that he was daring, and Zhangkou wanted to take back his own words, but just opened his eyes and felt a soft thing touched in his own eyes.
Qian Qianmo kissed her eyes.
With a hot breath.
The number of warm eyelashes shook slightly, opened the scorpion, and looked at the misty ink slowly rising his head. He heard that Qian Qian was very lightly smiling, could not see the slightest emotion, did not know He was happy or not happy. He only heard him say, "Let's go out, I will take a break."
Nothing was asked about the number of warmth, and he nodded. He got out of his arms and gently walked down the bed. When he went out, he did not forget to gently take the door of the temple.
On the day of the Wishing Day, several palace people took a few new clothes and came over to pick her up, saying that it was the command of the king.
A few warm thoughts that he was going to be taken out by thousands of inks. He really had to dress decently, and he chose to change it.
When she changed her clothes and came out of the temple, she happened to run into the thousands of inks that came back from the palace. She bowed her head slightly.
After seeing the number of warmth and changing the goose yellow dress, the figure became more and more small and exquisite. It was probably afraid of being seen as the "slave" on the neck, and also wrapped a thin yellow-white silk scarf around the neck. Lined with the black hair hanging on the chest, it is very pleasant to look at.
"Come here." Qian Qianmo stood in front of the temple and opened his mouth.
The number of warmth went over, or head down.
"Give me your hand."
The number of warmth was unclear, so he reached out and put it on the palm of his hand, and then, with a bang, Qian Qianmo untied her hand.
The warm hands were light.
Her eyes fell on the hand of Qian Qianmo holding her hand. The hand of Qian Qian Mo was very big, the knuckles were distinct, and the slender strong grip of her, with warmth.
The number of warmth gently slammed the scorpion, could not help but raise his head, the first time he had the courage to look directly into his eyes, or, forgot, could not look at this person like this, looked at him After a while, I came back to what I came up with, and subconsciously hurriedly lowered my head, but when I first lowered my head, I was pinched up by her man's chin, and I glared at her with a sly look: "It's pretty good."
The number of warm whispers should be heard, and the eyes did not know where to put them, and some of them turned uneasy.
But fortunately, Qian Qianmo quickly let go of her and took her out of the palace.
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