Thank you for Waiting, Mister Tang!

Ye Muyun kept smiling faintly, and carried the little guy into the bedroom to cover the quilt.

Straighten up, and looked at it quietly for a long time, saying that as much as you like, you will look like as much as you like.

Xue'er looked at her, her small expression a little awkward.

Finally, his gaze turned sideways and gave her a hand.

Slender fingers held her fingertips, "Go back to the bedroom!"

Her little hands flinched, and she deceived Ai Ai a little and said, "That's enough."

Ye Muyun laughed, "What do you think I am going to do, eh?"

She lowered her face.

For a moment, he smiled, stretched out his hand to embrace her in his arms, half-hugged her out, and said in a low voice: "Although I want to do it, maybe...you can't bear it."

She blushed horribly, earning a profit: "You can't bear it!"

When I finished speaking, I wanted to bite off my tongue. This is too much room for imagination.

Ye Muyun's eyes were always clear, and he looked at her like that, and said slowly, "Maybe we can use another way!"

Xueer stared at him-shameless!

He smiled, opened the door and led her back to his bedroom, and then she was kissed by him on the door.

The kiss is gentle and careful, without the eagerness of love jade, but with a touch of warmth, like a couple who have been together for a long time.

Xue'er's body was supported by him, against the door panel, feeling helpless and indulging in his kiss.

He would occasionally stop, muttering to her lips: "Can't bear it, eh?"

His voice was really husky and hoarse, she couldn't bear it, she shook her head desperately, looking at him as if she was covered in water.

Ye Muyun smiled lowly, kissed her delicate little chin, and continued to coax: "I'm jealous with a child...I gave it to you, can I give it to someone else?"

After speaking, shamelessly give her...different things.

He wasn't really that, just teasing her to see how she collapsed.

Xueer lowered her head, looking at his black head after squatting down, and suddenly reached out to grab his hair, her voice was extremely fragile: "Don't..."

He stopped with a low smile, got up and kissed her little mouth, his voice was muffled: "Then tell me, what do you want?"

She bit his chin angrily, and regretted the bite, but he was not angry, and instead smiled and hugged her: "Hey, draw me a sketch."

She looked at him in surprise.

Ye Muyun smiled, went to the bedside and opened the drawer to take out a few books. When he looked up at her, his expression was a little pale, but full of pampering.

He walked towards her and took her to the sofa to sit down. Of course, she was sitting on his lap.

She is still a little unaccustomed to this kind of intimacy, it is too long before.

She was sitting on her side, holding the sketchbooks he gave her in her hand, looking through the book after book, every one was him!

Those lines, handsome faces, familiar and strange, belong to him at every age.

At every age, handsome and indifferent.

Xue'er's eyebrows were drooping and brought a little gentleness. He looked at it with deep eyes.

"Brother, have you never laughed since you were young?" Suddenly, she raised her eyes and asked in a small voice.

Ye Muyun smiled faintly, "Of course... I will laugh when I face you."

Xue'er was stunned, looking at him blankly, some not knowing how to pick it up.

After a while, he lowered his head and turned over again, and then cautiously said: "Look, you don't laugh."