Chapter 30: My little girl 21

The voice of the man was lazy and dumb with the wake of the sleep, and a few warm eyes fell on his swaying throat, feeling...very sexy.
However, his words made her suddenly blush, some nervous, some overwhelmed, but just want to pull her hand back, 晟 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨Nearly possessive posture, arrogantly circle her.
The number of warmth feels suffocating, especially the whole body is lingering with the man's breath, hot, confusing.
The number is still very embarrassing, blushing to apologize to him, but even talking is arrogant: "I, I don't know how to come to Wang Ye's bed..."
晟 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨?
The number of warmth could not help but lower his head, his nose slammed, and whispered for mercy: "Wang Ye should not make a lot of warmth..."
It’s really embarrassing to hear the little girl, and she knows that she has always been thin, so she didn’t bother her anymore. She let go of her, and she smiled and said:
Get up.

After the two of them got up, the head of the temple seemed to be faintly screaming at the hot atmosphere.
A few warm heads lowered his head and gave him thousands of inks to change clothes. He looked at her with a thousand inks. He hooked his mouth and asked a question: "How is the ear red?"
A few warm hands on the movement, blushing and looking up with a little sorrowful look at the thousands of ink, this will be really teased, or, is amused to be embarrassed, whispered a voice "Wang Ye Wear it yourself...", then turned and ran out of the hall.
晟 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨
He will still take this to tease her, the little girl's temper is soft, and her heart is also tempered, but no, now there is a little emotion.
However, Qian Qianmo is not worried at all. On the contrary, he feels that it is hard to get a little temper for him. This small appearance is quite cute.
When using the morning meal, the whole warmth of the whole thing to bury the head to eat, not to serve him while accompanying him to eat, just to eat their own, but the little ears are still shallow red.
Xiao Qianmo and other young girls have eaten well. I wanted to talk to her well, but the number of warm-ups is about to go. The next son, the root of the ear is red, and quickly stood up from his lap, and even stepped back.
Qian Qianmo has no choice but to open his mouth: "Is still angry?"
When the number was warm, he heard how he said it. Suddenly he realized that he had made a small temper with a thousand inks, biting his lip, shaking his head, and snoring and whispering, "No."
"Don't be angry." Qian Qianmo stood up and gently scraped her little nose. "Go to the book, the king sent you to school."
The number of warmth has widened the eyes: "Is the king not going to the military camp?"
"First pick up the little ancestors."
A few warm little mouths, watching him for a long while did not speak, after a while, he whispered something, ambiguously ran back to the temple to take the book.
Speaking of it, this is the first time that she sent her to school, except for the number of thousands of inks to go to the Yulin Academy.
Sitting on the carriage, the little girl seemed to be in a good mood, and she was not as uneasy as usual. The words were more than usual, and I couldn’t help but mention the sacred festival after half a month. When I mentioned this, I couldn’t help but look up and say to him, "Our class has also prepared a show of Du Shi Niang."
晟 Thousands of inks looked at the number of warmth, and suddenly the eyes were stagnation.
He seems to be smiling for the first time.
Shallow, there are two small pear vortex.