Slag Girl Illustrated Book

Ruan Xihe clasped his fingers.

"Uncle in a few days we will go horse riding, go golfing, go racing, go..."

"good."

This evening she updated her on social platforms like this.

The uncle who had not had time to participate in the past, he told me to listen to it, so good, so lucky, I met you.

The picture is a shadow picture of her kissing him on tiptoe.

From the beginning to the end, she never showed her face on the Internet, nor did she show Yan Fufeng's face, but the sweet and real daily life in it still attracted many fans.

......

Did not fall asleep in bed.

It was crackling outside and it started to rain.

"Uncle, are you asleep?"

"no."

She called to him in a low voice, and he responded to her in a low voice.

Ruan Xihe laughed lowly.

"Uncle, it's raining outside," she said.

"It's raining outside." He pulled the air conditioner up a bit, covered her up, and held his arms a little tighter.

"Uncle, Givenchy has a lipstick called n37."

"I know."

"How do you know?" Ruan Xihe was taken aback.

"I have studied everything you like. We kissed for the first time that day, did you just paint it?"

Ruan Xihe is really funny, this man is too careful.

"Yeah, that's it. Uncle, do you know how the n37 advertisement is played?"

"have no idea."

"7 degrees outside, 37 degrees in my arms." She smiled like a little fox.

Yan Fufeng guessed there was something behind her.

really.

"Uncle, you have 40 degrees in your arms, and you burned me to death." After Ruan Xihe teased him, he couldn't stop laughing.

Suddenly, her body froze.

"Big, uncle, what are you doing?" She was pushed against by that thing.

Yan Fufeng didn't think about what it was really like. He just teased her and said to her ear: "That might even be hot."

The little girl was honest in an instant.

But how long can be honest, she can't sleep.

The fingers traced his cheeks.

Inch by inch.

Yan Fufeng grasped her hand, put it to his lips and kissed: "Can't sleep?"

"Well, I can't sleep." The little girl sighed in urn.

"Then us." His Adam's apple rolled.

"Uncle, you don't want to talk to me, huh, huh?" She said with undisguised urgency and ridicule.

"Ok."

When he did, Ruan Xihe was embarrassed.

"Uncle, you are not pure." She bit her ears with Yan Fufeng.

As soon as his breath fell, he hugged him tighter.

After all, there is nothing like that at 30 years old. If it starts, tsk, dare not think, dare not think, it will be too irritating.

The two are now facing each other, close again.

She lifted her head slightly: "Uncle."

As soon as they spoke, their lips seemed to touch each other.

"What's wrong." He also found out and answered.

This contact is too boring.

"Just call you."

Her voice will be a little lower at night, making his heart numb.

"Ruan Ruan." He couldn't stand this, so he kissed him, rubbing his shoulders with his big hands, pulling back a little bit, hard.

"Yeah~"

Hook the strap with your fingertips and pull it down.

He breathed heavily, propped up slightly, and lowered his head.

"Yeah, uncle." She screamed, hugging his neck tightly, and her toes curled up uncomfortably.

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