Chapter 92: My little girl 86

In the intense and blazing atmosphere, Qian Qiank raised his head, and his eyes were stained with unrecognized love. He looked at the people straight, but saw the warm watery eyes of the peach blossoms red. Full of fear and anxiety.
But this little guy didn't dare to refuse him. Only the long ciliates kept shaking and smeared with tears in the wet answer.
Staring at the eyes of a few warm water, I watched for a long time, and then Qian Qianmo finally woke up halfway, let go of the hand pressed on her hand, but still staring straight at the face of the person, and the hand stretched down. , took hold of myself.
In this way, while looking at her, while facing her face...
The number of warmth shivered slightly, and looked at his hand movements in a sluggish manner. The small face was very red, and the shame was about to drop blood.
Until a long time later, Qian Qianmo finally gave a sigh of excitement and desire to breathe...
He was clean, but the number of warm legs was stained with a sticky heat...
The number of warmth did not dare to move, tightening the small mouth.
Fortunately, after a thousand ink vented, she woke up completely, took her to clean it, and personally put her a clean bedclothes, which took her back to the bed.
In fact, in addition to being kissed by him, he was not bullied too much. However, even though he had cleaned it, he always felt that his legs were still hot. The taste of a man after venting seemed to be still in his nose.
On the evening of the same day, the number of warmth did not say a word to Qian Qianmo. After Qian Qian’s own waking up, he also knew that he was over-excited. He stared at his own drunkenness and refused to refuse him if he was too warm. He did not care about the number of warmth. The feelings, and a willingly bully her, it is... not respecting the number of warmth.
Qian Qianmo worried that she was still afraid, and did not dare to sleep with her, put people on the bed and lie down, and went to the outside on the couch.
However, when I was a little bit tempted, I still couldn’t rest assured that I couldn’t help but turn over and stay in the temple, but I saw that the number of warmth was still on the couch and looked down.
The number of warmth was now covered with soft black hair, covering half of the small face, but the lamp on the bedside case glared at her, her eyes were bright, watery, very quiet.
Hearing the footsteps, she looked up and looked at the thousands of inks that came over, licking her lips and not talking.
Qian Qian ink frowned and took the book in her hand. "How can I still not sleep?"
The number of warmth dropped his head, his fingers licked his fingers, and he did not say anything.
"Can't sleep?"
The number of warmth nodded slightly.
Qian Qianmo saw that she had reacted. Finally, she relaxed a little, and raised her hand to caress her hair. The voice was low: "It is the fault of the king. After the king does not drink so much wine, is it?"
So many years and months came over. He didn't think that his wine was too bad. Until there was a little guy around him tonight, he was bullied by him and he knew that he had drunk so much. Bad.
If he knew this, how dare he drink so much wine to make the number of people so scared.
The number of warmth is still a small mouth.
Thousands of inks touched her head, like a kitten: "Talk to the king."
The number of warmth squatted gently, and finally opened, but there was no emotion to whisper: "Wang Ye does not need this, the number of warmth is originally Wang Ye, Wang Ye wants to do anything."
Thousands of inks frowned, and I was not happy to hear her say this to herself: "What are you talking about, you are not something."
The number of warmth heard the word "things", the eyelids suddenly red, closed eyes, long eyelashes shaking, and soon the tears fell from the corners of the eyes.