Priceless Baby: 101 Bedside Stories

Mr. Chapter 107, I will give you a little princess.

Hands around his waist and sticking to his abdomen, "Mr., nothing, not angry, I misplaced the film."

Her voice was soft and nice, with a clear appeasement.

"You believe me, I really misplaced the film."

Don't be angry, I will give you a little princess.

She thought, really can't do it, the little princess can always drop the fire.

The anger of the night tomb, like the encounter with a piece of ice, the sound of Shen Qianshu sounds far away, his heart is closed with a demon, the devil is roaring, he is like a dragon slaughter, fighting for the devil, Being beaten to death, but always can not stop the devil's footsteps.

At this time, there was a man who gently patted the devil's head and gave the devil a smile. He watched as the fierce beast slammed down and slowly surrendered. The nightling's breathing gradually calmed down. The heartbeat returned to normal.

Shen Qianshu was fortunate that she had studied psychology.

If it is really fearful, obedient, and leave without a word.

The night mausoleum is really uncontrollable.

She just misread the film.

Sir, what are you mad at? I am so angry that I have run away, and the children’s paintings are so angry that you are not out of control.

Shen Qianshu gently let go of him, was about to say something, suddenly pulled into the front by the night tomb, his eyes with a little red blood that did not dissipate.

"I warn you, if there is another time, stay away from me!" He said a word, "The farther the better!"

"Sir, you are strongly involved in my life, then you control your emotions." Shen Qianshu said, "I will not go, so you have to learn to control."

"you……"

Shen Qianshu looked at him reluctantly.

The night mausole suddenly laughed, the blood red eyes that did not dissipate, the evil that could not be said.

"He looks good, is it good for me?"

Shen Qianshu, "...must be, you look good."

Lying in the trough, I dare say that he looks good?

The night Ling suddenly slammed her down, slightly closed her eyes, her thin lips pressed against her lips, like a kiss, amber eyes, watching her heart jump, Shen Qianshu is not afraid of his violent, not afraid of him going crazy Afraid that he suddenly silenced, it means that he has to say a little princess.

"Good times and good people, let's have a little princess."

Shen Qianshu, "..."

Lying in the trough, God prophesied! ! !

Just, sir, are you recovering too fast?

The night mausole kissed the lips of Shen Qianshu, wrapped her lips and tongue, and plundered her breath. Shen Qianshu talked about several boyfriends, and the closest is to hold a small hand. She is very repulsive to intimate physical touch. It originated from the nightmare seven years ago, so it is very repulsive to intimate contact, especially the opposite sex.

Can be night, she rejects, and can not resist.

She was kissed by the night mausoleum and couldn't help but bite him. The night mausoleum did not hurt this point. Shen Qianshu was angry. He tried hard and tasted the sweet taste. Shen Qianshu directly bite her lips. It is.

The night majestic lips are light, and a little blood is floating on the lips. The blood beads dye his lips red.

"Is this fun?" The night Ling licked his lips, his eyes were like fire, and the nightlings pressed down. Shen Qianshu put a slap on his face and pushed him to the side. The night tomb was angry, and the dead girl dared to beat him. .

He just wanted to overthrow the bow.

Doorbell rang.

Shen Qianshu took a long sigh of relief.

The night mausoleum feels that she is relaxed, the stiff body has become soft, and she has always been determined how she can't be treated. The night slings lick her chin. "The doorbell rang, you look very happy, right?"

(End of this chapter)