Wen Renyu subconsciously wanted to reach out to take the woman into her arms and have a good time, but her hands were motionless.

He has never touched her since the woman and baby came.

It's been a long time.

He was afraid he would be out of control if he indulged a little.

Yange smiled and poked his forehead again with a finger: "Nerd, what do you want!"

Her long, slender fingers were as smooth as jade, and the light flowed in her eyes when she was obliquely oblique, both delicate and pure.

The forehead she had pierced was a little hot, and the scalding spread across the body, making him a little uncomfortable.

So long after a while, he reacted to what the song said.

He said, "It's okay. I don't need you."

With such a weak body, where could she go to the vigil.

After a pause, he asked her softly, "Are you asleep if you are afraid?"

The voice was small, as if she was afraid that the woman by the stream would hear it.

Yan Gejiao glanced at him and immediately lowered his head. As if he hadn't heard him, he picked up a tree branch with his hand and poked at the campfire, muttered, "Gad!"

"Ok?"

Yan Ge turned his head and raised his chin: "Look, is there any dry grain residue on my lips?"

He stepped closer to see.

Her lips were rosy and rosy, like flowers and buds blooming in the morning, delicate and moist.

He was so terrified that his finger touched her lips.

A little bit of her fingertips, Capricorn resting on her lips.

Her lips were cold, in sharp contrast to his hot fingertips.

Her lips were also very soft, and the soft feeling seemed to be sweet, and her fingers were put on her lips, and she could no longer retract her fingers.

Yange opened her mouth and bit her finger into Wen Renyu's mouth.

Wen Renyu was agitated, and when she saw her bubbly cheeks and wet eyes, she realized that she was dysfunctional.

He whispered to her and said, "My hands are clean and not dirty at all."

But she bit his finger and didn't let it go.

She has a sharp nose and long eyelashes, and her watery eyes are hooked.

With his fingers, he gradually felt no pain, leaving only moist and crispy and soft.

"Happy brother." He rolled his throat, and reached up to her lips with another finger, calling her with a guilty conscience, "Fifteen today."

On the fifteenth of last month, a thunderstorm raged between him and her, tossing and wandering in the carriage all night.

The space-driven carriage has been abandoned, but those pictures are still fresh in memory.

Yan Ge squinted his eyes, like a little cat holding a dried fish, and uttered a contented sigh from the depth of his throat: "Yes."

It was fifteen, and she had endured it all day.

He wrapped the waist of Yange with his other hand, making her cling to her body tightly, and the fingertips came out of her mouth, bringing out a sweet liquid. He put his lips together and bit her lip: "Huan Brother, can I help you take a bath? "

Yange's hands clung to his neck, and his body was scooped towards him.

This man, she now wants to squeeze him inside and out into a personal job.

The next moment, the child's heartbreaking tears pulled both senses back.

Yange took the lead to break away from Wen Renyu's arm and took a step back.

In just this moment, she had messed up Wen Renyu's clothes ...

She reached out and helped him organize his clothes. Then she looked up and said to him, "I, I wasn't ..."