For a long time, Yan Ge just turned his head slightly.

Seeing a delight on the man's face, he screamed in surprise into the man's arms: "Xiao Bai, Xiao Bai, wow, when did you appear, it was a surprise ..."

After saying that, I grabbed the man's neck and kissed him on the man's face: "Xiao Bai, I thought I lost you and I couldn't find it. I was so sad that I did n’t expect to turn my head around. It's good to see you ... "

She held his cheek and kissed him on the lips again, and then she felt ashamed afterwards, and looked at him with a red face and a shy expression.

Looking at it, he smiled into his arms: "Little white, it's nice to see you."

She has said this many times.

The man stood there just like Song Yang. No matter how tossing Yan Ge, he didn't move.

He didn't even look down at her.

However, in the rain curtain, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and the slight expression fluctuated, and most people could not detect it.

Yan Ge's face was rubbed several times on the man's chest, and then he looked up, sighing and saying, "Xiao Bai, your fox fur clothes are so comfortable. I want to hold you like this for a lifetime."

She blinked at him with a pair of eyes: "Xiao Bai, haven't you changed your hairstyle for a while since I left? It's really too lazy for you."

The words looked down and smiled at him: "Are you waiting for me to change it for you?" She stomped and kissed his cheek: "What hairstyle do you want to change, take out the wig, and kiss As soon as I do, I will help you. "

The man had summoned the white wig, and when he heard the words, he didn't move like a mountain, but the white wig hat that was held by the spirit of the fairy in the void was shaken plainly.

Yan Ge raised his head, his watery eyes babbling at him: "Xiao Bai, do you want to kiss my left face or kiss my right face?"

She took his hand and placed it on her glowing pink cheek: "Would you like to use your hand to feel which one makes you want to kiss more?"

After pressing his hand and letting it go on her face in such a random way, she hurriedly pulled his hand away again: "Little white, are you ready?"

He touched her face with her hand, soft and soft, and there was still a kind of warmth on her face that made him want to stay close for a while.

But she couldn't tolerate his hand for a moment.

He himself, of course, was too lazy to reach out again.

After hearing the words, the man tangled his red hair and the green hair on his head for a while, then bowed his head decisively and kissed her rosy lips.

I wanted to leave with a touch.

However, he kept this posture for a long time after he kissed him.

He waited for her hot tongue to stick out again.

Wait, wait, wait a long time without waiting.

Instead, she trembled her eyelashes, moved away from his lips, and then pressed his neck to press him down: "Squat down, I'll change your hair cover for you."

Her voice was soft as usual, soft like a feather stuck to his chest.

It's a strange feeling.

He didn't speak, but obediently squatted down.

Yange took off "Bitongtian" and took off the red hair cover above his head.

He also stretched out his hand and touched the top of his head and said to himself, "It's good to have sunshade, and your scalp is so white, and it's not as bright as before.