Chapter 1769: Slowly like you 18

Chapter 1769 slowly likes you 18
Jing Ling frowned and pulled her hand out of her hand. Wen Momo convinced her hands to hug his hands together. Then Jing Ling lifted her face and looked at her. It was originally intended to say something, but she saw it. Wen Momo twisted a pair of small eyebrows, and the milk fiercely glared at him, so cute that Ling Ling couldn't help but gently hooked the lips.
"Brother!" Wen Momo saw that he clearly had the meaning of making fun, and suddenly became even more angry.
Jing Ling coughed and coughed, faintly said: "I may have been infected with the epidemic, so let you go back soon."
Wen Yanmo suddenly widened his eyes. "That, then I am even more likely to leave my brother!"
"Noisy." Jing Ling frowned and said, and had to move away the two small hands that she held tightly. Who knows that Wen Momo was daring to rush into his arms...
The mirror was too late to be smothered by her, and one hand fell in the air and stiffened slightly.
He is full of her soft and sweet smell, and some are reluctant to push away.
However, Jing Ling did not want to admit that he would have such a feeling. He frowned and lowered his head. "Momo, get up."
Wen Momo hugged him tightly, whispering in his arms and whispering, "I am not allowed to be infected now. If my brother let me go, I will infect the mother-in-law again when I am, I don't want to."
Jing Ling was crying and laughing, and angered coldly: "When did you learn it?"
"This is not awkward, Momo is just...just..." Wen Momo wants to say something, and he is embarrassed to say that he only said half of it, and he squatted in his arms, his face was red, no Dare to talk about it...
While Jing Ling grabbed her little hand gently, she slowly circled her thin waist and let Wen Momo sit on his lap almost half. He looked down and looked at her more and more The red neck, the voice is hoarse and gentle: "What is it?"
Wen Momo bit his lip and muttered vaguely, "Nothing..."
If it is unusual, Jing Ling may not be able to hold on to this little thing, but probably this time people are sick, his head is groggy and hot, and there is such a person in his arms, Jing Ling does not seem to I was planning to let go of Wen Momo. He grabbed her little hand and wrapped her warm palm around her. She squeezed her soft and slippery fingers slightly, and Wen Momo suddenly screamed. brother……"
"Just what?" Jing Ling asked her to say half-heartedly, while she said she would pinch her fingers.
Wen Momo never thought that Jingling would have such a side, but he hurt her hand like this, Wen Momo was afraid of him, but he replied with a small whisper: "Just... I want to be with my brother... ..."
Her breath was very soft, and when she spoke, it was placed against his chest, as if a soft, soft hair was sweeping his heart.
Jing Ling slightly licked the throat and looked down at Wen Momo at this moment.
Because she just rushed over, the dress was a bit messy, and holding his relationship, the upper body clothes slightly raised, revealing a small half of the white and tender waist, very fine and beautiful, slightly seen the fine curvature.
Jingling felt that her eyes were dyed with a bit of enthusiasm. She was blinded by the light on the bedside, but she only felt that her eyes were getting hotter and hotter. She almost couldn’t help but stretch out another slender one. Hand, the fingertips warm, very lightly touched the small half of her thin waist.
(End of this chapter)