Princess too Young, Prince too Old

"I'm not someone else, I'm a sloppy man," Lu Zhishan cut off Mu Nanzhi's words, and he struck Mu Nanzhi's face with both hands, so that she could face his face, and he pecked Mu Nanzhi's wet skin. His eyes forced Mu Nanzhi to open his eyes and look at himself, "I am not someone else, I am my wife."

Mu Nanzhi looked at the man with tears in his eyes, how warm her heart was, and how sour her nose was. She flattened her mouth and yelled, "Then you can talk about it. I'm different from others. I can't tell you why." ,I do not believe."

"It's different here," Lu Zhishan kissed Mu Nanzhi's trembling eyelashes, and his lips slipped to Mu Nanzhi's white earlobe. "It's different here, it's not the same here ..."

"Cousin! Can you talk to me seriously!" Mu Nanzhi resisted twice and was stopped by the man again, so he had to stare anxiously at the man, and then the next second she was given by the man Kissed.

"It's more different here," the man kissed his wife's rosy lips obsessively, and he was reluctant to let go for a long time. Finally, his face was pressed against Mu Nanzhi's left chest. "It's the most different here."

Mu Nanzhi thought he was going to be a hooligan again, and was about to push away the man's head, but the man had straightened up, and his bottomless eyes were usually so tender that Mu Nanzhi couldn't even open his eyes, she Can't help but reach out and stroke the man's eyebrows: "Cousin, you look so good."

"Yeah, in my eyes, I'm different from others," Lu Zhishan reached out and caught Mu Nanzhi's hand, kissed him, and then came, "I still don't know myself Is it different from others? "

"Lu Zhishan in your eyes, Lu Zhishan in your ears, Lu Zhishan in your mouth, and Lu Zhishan in your heart are not all the same as others?" Lu Zhi Shan gently squeezed Mu Nanzhi's hand, and every word was soft and ridiculous, "Well, this is the difference between you and others. Your differences are like treasures, so what I do for you is willing. You don't have to be upset, you are the cousin of your cousin. "

Mu Nanzhi felt that she was about to cry again. She held back her tears and looked at Lu Zhishan: "You are also my cousin."

"I'm still an uncle's father." Lu Zhishan smiled against Mu Nanzhi's forehead.

Mu Nanzhi broke his face at once, and some shouted, "Cousin, don't talk nonsense."

"Why am I talking nonsense?" Lu Zhishan pecked Mu Nanzhi's lips for a moment. "Don't you like to call me a man?"

"No ... I don't like it." Mu Nanzhi's face was too hot. She thought about the scene where Lu Zhishan was forced to kiss her relatives between ordinary couches, and a heart broke out.

Why is my cousin like this?

I just said something that touches Datong's heartfelt words, and then I started talking about these blushing words, and there wasn't even a turn in the middle.

"Really don't like it?" Lu Zhishan bit on Mu Nanzhi's small ears, with a petting smile in his low voice, "I really don't like to call me a husband?"

"I don't like it!" Mu Nanzhi was going crazy, "Lu Zhishan, do you know your skin can catch up with the wall!"

"It's just a little thicker," Lu Zhishan's voice was lower, but he was more gentle. "Well, let's not have children, OK?"

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