Chapter 637: Warm treasure, I am hurting 287

Thousands of inks caressed her head and slowly stroked her cheeks. The warm fingertips were rough, rubbing her smooth and delicate skin and gently stroking her tears.
Kissing is a little bit worse.
Qian Qianmo seems to be competing with himself.
The number of warmth was kissed by him for a long time, and he was released. He let go of her, and his head was warm and his head was breathing, his lips were sore and painful, and some were red and swollen.
Qian Qianmo suddenly reached out and pushed her into her arms.
The number was warm and stunned, buried in his arms, smashing the watery scorpion, low voice, opening the first sentence: "You really got a mouth..."
"Ah..." After a thousand inks, I was a bit blind.
"You bite me." The number of warmth still feels the tongue.
"Then I will kiss again, I will be gentle."
"..." The number of warmth did not want to talk to him.
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 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨The little face looked at him under the sunset, so tall, cold and charming man.
A few warm warm eyes raised, slightly opened the lips, the voice gently and finely: "Uncle Uncle, I am married to you, not because of the childish, not because you are the king, just because I like you.

So, the question you have thought about, I thought about it.
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The number of warmth is still watching him, just for a moment, I really want to laugh.
It’s just like Qian Qian’s tone, and when I say this, there is an unspeakable feeling that makes her want to laugh.
So, she fixedly looked at him for a while, took the initiative to go back into his arms, and then laughed as he pleased.
Thousands of inks bowed down and touched her head. The voice was low and clear, and slowly said: "This king is not afraid of the worldly eyes, but he is afraid that he will be wronged."
The little boy is naturally unreliable, but he has something to say but it is the truth. He is much warmer than the number. Many of the things she has to do at this age are different from him. He never knows. Young girls and girls talk about love, how to talk, only know that they love him, will tell her love, she is happy, good to her, and can not wait to pour all the beauty of the world to her, but otherwise He doesn't know what else to do...
"The number is warm and not wronged." She hugged him, buried in his broad arms and whispered: "The number of warmth likes Uncle Uncle."
Perhaps starting from the first sight, I know that this is a reliable person, tall enough to give people a sense of security.
So he did not hesitate to rush to him, and asked him to give himself a place to live.
So... she just likes Uncle Uncle.
Irrelevant age, irrelevant status, just like him.
Qian Qianmo slowly gripped the person in her arms and bowed her head to her forehead, as if to tell her all her affection.
"Don't go back... Qingzhi is worried..."
Qian Qianmo had to let go of her reluctantly, and clenched her hand again. "Is it still back?"
"Don't..." so that you don't pay attention and you have to be hooligan...
They walked back very often. After returning, Qing Zhi had been fed by Xuan Jiu. He was waiting to study in the study room. After the door was opened, he saw the number of warmth coming in.