Chapter 465: Warm treasure, I am hurting 115

You know, he has warmed up with the number from the beginning to the end, and after that time, the next four years of separation, such a long-term abstinence, is a little girl’s response to the kiss. Can be satisfied.
There was a room in the library with a break, and Qian Qian quickly picked up the person and hugged the bed.
He pressed on the little girl's body, his eyes were hot and unobtrusive and straightforward, so he stared straight at the people under him.
The number of warmth looks a bit nervous. When it is pressed down, the hair is a little scattered, the tip of the hair is half covered with the corners of the eyes, and a pair of peach blossoms are damp with water, as if it contains a spring water, clear and shallow, and dry. Clean and clean, it is very lovable.
Qian Qianmo did not hold back and kissed her tears gently.
The number of warm eyes closed slightly, and the long eyelashes fell down, a little trembling, and a little expectation.
In short, the whole face is flushed a little bit.
Soon, the clothes were faded...
"Warm treasure..."
"Uncle Uncle, I hurt..."
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After a tumultuous rain, the whole person is almost soft and a pool of water.
In the whole process, the number of warmth did not cry less, she was afraid of pain, and he was so bullied that he was so cried, and then he was really crying and tearful, and he was finally calmed down by Qian Qianmo. Thousands of inks also deceived her to come again. The number of warmth was not promised, but he has been telling her about the love of the past four years, and thinking about her over and over again.
The number was warm and painful and soft, and he followed him.
result……
"Uncle Uncle, you bastard... liar..."
There is no truth in someone’s bed, it’s the last time, but there’s always another time, next time...
The number of warmth does not know where the energy of this guy is so strong...
Until the sky is about to light up, Qian Qianmo will let her go, hold her to clean the body, and when she is hugged back to lie down, the number of warmth seems to have been drained, and she has been so tired that she has been sleeping...
It’s a thousand inks, and it’s getting up early in the morning.
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Because the number of warmth was too tired for him to toss, Qian Qianmo did not want to let the number warm up, intends to let the number of warm enough to sleep enough, so he went back to the bedroom.
Coincidentally, the child just happened to wake up. Originally, the little guy woke up and didn't see the mother-in-law around, succumbing to a small mouth, and the two eyes were red, and they were going to be wronged and crying.
At this time, just a thousand inks came over, I saw the little niece crying, and quickly hugged the little guy up, "How is it childish?"
The little girl was holding her neck, and the little milk voice was crying, and she was wronged. "The number is warm, I don't see..."
晟千墨 naturally did not mean to tell the little guy that her number was being bullied for a whole night, and now she couldn’t get up, and Qian Qianmo said to the little guy:
The number of warmth is not missing, count Warm and sleep in the bookstore."
Qing Qing tears his eyes and said: "I am going to see a few warm."
"Childly, the number of warmth was late last night, we don't wake up a few warm, right?"
Qing Zhi was very wronged and nodded, holding his neck tightly, still pitifully tearing the beans.
Qian Qianmo is very guilty, for fear that her niece knows why the number of warmth is too late to fall asleep.
Because the last time I was counted by the number of warmth, I didn’t have to chaos this time.