His Naughty Little Girl is So Sweet

Jiang Lingzhi panicked inexplicably, lowered his head, pressed his forehead against his chest, and shook his head in fear, "I don't want it."

When it comes to this topic, there is still some shame.

Also, what does it mean to choose one?

Li Shunan gave a low laugh, and her chin with well-knotted fingers clasped her chin and lifted it up, pressing her thin lips.

Jiang Ling knew that he was forced to raise his head and forgot to close his eyes, so he stared straight at him.

In such a quiet atmosphere, even ambiguous kisses can be heard.

In the bright light of the bathroom, everything is clear and palpitating.

The man's eyebrows are particularly clear, and his eager and wild temperament always inadvertently pulls people down.

Jiang Ling knew or didn't know how things turned out to be like this, obviously cooking in the kitchen.

Why should she mess with him.

She just explained one sentence, and when she kissed her, she went to the bathroom.

The man's low gasp-breath lingered in her ears, his warm palms clasped her wrists down.

Jiang Ling knew his body was slightly stiff.

He didn't even dare to raise his head to look at him. The whole person was leaning against his arms, and the tip of his nose was against his shoulder.

His breath was hot and hot.

Jiang Ling knew that he could clearly detect the traces of his movement.

She was forced to be led by him, and in the vague mind, he could hear his low and hoarse voice, whispering guidance in her ear.

Say the words that make your blushing heartbeat.

I don't know how long it took, Jiang Ling knew that his hands were no longer hands.

The little girl was leaning against his arms, her voice was faintly crying.

"Are you alright?"

As long as a century has passed.

When she felt that her whole body was about to be bad, Li Shunan finally let go of her.

Jiang Ling knew that she sniffed, but she didn't dare to look down. She only felt that her hands were sticky and she was almost messy in the wind.

She didn't dare to move her hand, she didn't dare to look at it.

Li Shunan kissed her forehead, turned on the faucet, and took the little girl's white wrist to rinse it.

His voice is still dumb: "Help you wash."

Jiang Ling knew that he dared not open his eyes from beginning to end, but after closing his eyes, the senses in the palm of his hand became stronger.

After suffering for a long time, he suffocated a sentence: "Why are you doing this?"

Li Shunan let out a low laugh from his throat, and tuned: "Which is it?"

Jiang Ling knew: "..."

The little girl's hands were small, thin and white, and her palms were red at the moment. After Li Shunan rinsed her away, she took out two pieces of paper and helped her to dry her fingers slowly.

He straightened up, threw the tissue into the trash can, then took the little girl out and gently put it on the bed.

Jiang Ling knew that he was still in an unprecedented state of shame at this moment, and he couldn't get out of it. After he touched the edge of the bed, he rolled around and directly retracted into the quilt.

Li Shunan held the bed with his palm, and took the quilt into his arms, his voice was gentle and slow: "Then you sleep for a while and I will cook."

Jiang Ling Zhimeng was in the quilt, and she was a little out of breath, and didn't want to talk to him at all.

Not long after, I heard the movement of the man closing the curtain for her, and then the door was gently closed.

She couldn't help but think of what happened in the bathroom just now.

And his breath lingering in her ears.

Very **** and nice.