Chapter 177: Deceptive Uncle 81

The number of warmth is a glimpse, probably did not expect this 仗 has not yet come to an end.
However, she was not qualified to say anything more about the war. She nodded her head and felt that her body was a little cold. She reached over his neck and gently rubbed his neck.
I sneaked for a while, and when I looked up, I touched his chin and some of her skin was tied.
A few warm hands stretched out his hand and touched his chin boldly. The corner of his mouth bent, and the shallow pear vortex emerged. He whispered, "Uncle Uncle, you have a long beard."
Qian Qianmo really touched his chin, "nonsense."
"Really..." A few warmers grabbed his fingers and touched his chin. "Here, there is a dregs, swearing."
"Is it?" Qian Qianmo deliberately bowed his head and slammed her soft lips. "Where is it?"
The number of warmth was itched by him, "Ha... itchy..."
In the end, I was deceived by the thousands of inks and pressed under my body. I hunted thousands of ink and gasped, and I stared at the people under my eyes. The warm eyes were really beautiful, big, clean and clear, and born again. A pair of pitiful peach eyes, dotted with a tear in the corner of the eye, squatting better.
Thousands of inks slowly bowed down, unlike the previous hot kiss, this time he just kissed her eyes gently.
A few warm eyes and eyebrows trembled, closed his eyes, and when his lips left, he opened his throat again and looked at the man in confusion.
"Warm, do you like this king?"
Thousands of inks, this human rights is plunging into the wild, clearly wanting everything, but at this moment, like a teenager who opened his heart, whispering a straightforward sentence to the person in his arms.
And, vaguely expect her answer.
Countless warmth.
Her lips and teeth were slightly slid, and some of them sullenly squinted, and there was no way to look at his anger.
Qian Qian ink tightened the strength slightly according to the big hand on her back. It seems that she was forced to face the problem of direct view. The number of warm eyes whispered: "Like..."
Qian Qianmo is not stupid. Naturally, he can hear that the "like" in the warm mouth is only forced by him.
He stared at the number of people under his body for a long time, and finally lay down on her side. He didn't mention this topic again. He said: "Sleep, don't have to send the king at night."
The number of warmth was almost whispered from the nose, and there was no courage to hug him. Then he closed his eyes and did not dare to speak loudly.
But after a while, the man was stretched out and pulled her whole person into his arms.
Warm, wide embrace.
The number of warm eyes closed, no more thinking about those things that are nothing, just knowing that this embrace is true now.
In the middle of the night, the army is ready to go.
After all, the number of warmth was awakened, but Qian Qianmo did not let her get up. She had to lie down on her couch, and her eyes followed the shadows of Qian Qianmo, watching him put on her sewed robes. I put on my armor again. Before I left, I went back to the couch and kissed her lips. Several warm hands grabbed his fingers, but they still refused, but the two did not say a word, just silently kissing. However, after a while, Qian Qianmo still left.
Noisy outside, she could not sleep.
She did not calm down until the army set out completely.
The number of warmth sat up, took a pen and paper, and wrote a letter to Wen Zhiru, telling her about the current situation in southern Xinjiang, so that she would not worry, if it goes smoothly, she will go to Lishuicheng to find her in a few days. Converged.