Chapter 29: My little girl 20

Qian Qianmo took the person back to his bed, and the number of warm sleeps was very sweet, and there was no sign of being awakened by himself. He also held his arm as a pillow, and he couldn’t take it. She had to rely on her, and she squatted down and lay down.
A few warm hands and two small hands still hold his arms, his face is also attached to his arms, can clearly and clearly feel the hot breath of small things sprayed on the hands, soft and itchy, do not have a bit stunned .
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Qian Qianmo pinched her little hand in the palm of her hand and squeezed it gently, but this time the little girl in her sleep seemed to be angry. She broke away from his hand a little, and the little mouth whispered something, twisted When he turned his head and turned to face him, he seemed unwilling to sleep with him.
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I don’t know how long it took. Qian Qianmo squinted in her eyes and squinted her eyes. She found that the number of warmth did not know when she turned back, and she did not honestly arch in his arms, and the small hands were also indiscriminate. Grabbing his back, this little guy is really sleepy and can’t stand it. The quiet and quiet appearance in peacetime is not consistent. He will squat for a while and put his calf on his leg. The koala bears holding him, and he has to hold it tightly to be a little more honest. It is like a child with little sense of security who wants to catch something that can make him feel at ease.
Although Qian Qianmo was initially tossed by this little grinding thing, but gradually became accustomed to it, he found that she would not tamper with her as long as she firmly embraced herself.
The lights on the bedside were bright and clear, and the moonlight outside the hall slowly sank.
At the end of the horizon, the belly fish was slowly raised and slowly brightened.
The number of warmth woke up in the morning, but always felt that the whole body was warm and the people fell into a familiar arms.
A few warm and confused fans opened their throats, and they were still stunned by the smog of the mist, and their hands and feet were somewhat stiff.
She found herself holding her own.
Still hanging on the other side of the hands and feet.
A few warm screens hold your breath and carefully raise your head.
First saw the man's throat, and then his closed face, the outline seems as indifferent and cold, but may not see the oppression in his eyes because of the closed eyes, and it seems that she has produced a kind of This person seems to be a very gentle illusion.
A few warm screens of breathing, squinting at the man who was close at hand, looked at him for a long while, until he finally returned to God, she tried to move and hugged him. The back of the hand, I heard the low voice from the top of my head. "Hold a night, still not enough?"