The body was so provoked, how could Yange concentrate on studying.

Because of this, she also misread several syllables.

Qi Yuan squeezed her chest: "Why did you read the wrong story? Didn't you listen carefully, distraction is not good, and you will be punished if you are wrong."

Yan Ge's chest was small and Qi Yuan could cover it with a slap. She was pinched by him, and she was like a body of electric current.

This man, no matter how small her chest is, can't pinch her chest as a cheek.

So angry, she doesn't respect her femininity too much.

She raised her head slightly and looked at Qi Yuan with a large watery eye, her voice soft and soft: "Brother, don't buckle my fish."

"If you don't buckle, you have to be punished."

Qi Yuan lowered her head, and her lips almost touched the ear beads of Yange. When she spoke, her lips moved as if her feathers were scratching her ear beads.

The breath he exhaled fell into the ears of Yange, almost like a potion of spring for Yange.

She was so irritating, she really wanted to turn into a cat now and eat the man in one bite.

The masculine smell in the man's breath was too strong, and her thoughts that made her dizzy seemed to be gone, and all her internal organs were involved by the man.

She stared at the man with watery eyes and whispered, "As long as I don't hold the fish, my brother can punish me."

"How can that be?" Qi Yuan's hand slowly touched Yange's fart: "That brother, you are about to hit your little fart."

"Well." Yan Ge heard his eyes, and looked at Qi Yuan with his eyes wide open. "No, it hurts."

Qi Yuan had already held Yange in one hand and turned it over, causing her to crawl on her thigh, raising her hand to drop her pajamas to her knees, and her hands also fell on Yange ’s buttocks: "I know how it hurts. I do n’t focus on studying. "

Yan Ge cried whimpering, "Brother, I was wrong. I will not make another mistake next time. I must concentrate on my studies."

But Qi Yuan's hand was still hitting her, "Know what wrong?"

Yange: "Wuwu Xiaoyan knows that it's wrong, it hurts, it hurts, brother, don't make small talk, whine."

Yan Ge's delicate and weak cries were weak and weak, as if he could feel breathless at any time and passed out.

Such a cry sounds reminiscent of the four words that scratch the liver.

It's almost like countless silk threads pulling others' hearts and hearts, making people's entire mind be attracted by her cry.

This is one, even crying like a cat demon who is hooking up.

Qi Yuan looked into the small white tender buttock egg, and because of her cry, his eyes seemed like a black fire, but his voice remained calm: "The little words told my brother, why did you just get distracted?"

Yange cried for a moment, she couldn't lie in front of him. When he asked, she returned subconsciously: "The little words touched by my brother's hands are so uncomfortable, so I can't concentrate on studying."

"Where is it uncomfortable to touch you? How uncomfortable? Did your brother hurt you?"

Yan Ge whispered and shook his head: "I don't know, I, I don't know, it's not painful, yes, it's very uncomfortable, you have to touch your brother if you feel uncomfortable."

Qi Yuan smiled lowly: "It's just a cat."

He rubbed her hot little butt, "Where do you want to be rubbed by your brother?"

Yan Ge dragged his arm and raised his head, tears hanging on his face, his eyes red and his cheeks red, she cried and said, "Everywhere."