Mommy run away, jealous daddy is online

Chang Li gasped in pain, and the man seized the opportunity to invade, entangled and twisted fiercely like punishment.

Thinking of the shadows of other men in her heart, Xiao Siyin felt extremely jealous and irrational. He just wanted to use his breath to occupy her mind and erase the traces of other people.

Chang Li was a little suffocated by the kiss, she struggled twice but was hugged even tighter, she could only beat his chest a few times with her hands.

After kissing her again and again, Xiao Siyin reluctantly let her go.

Chang Li's heart was beating wildly due to lack of oxygen, she took in a quick breath, her peach blossom eyes were flushed, and she was charming.

Xiao Siyin's eyes dimmed, and he was about to kiss her again.

Chang Li was startled, and hurriedly turned her head to avoid it.

His kiss landed on her neck, and then there was a sudden pain.

"Hiss!" Chang Li gasped, the blush at the end of her eyes deepened, and she was extremely alluring.

Xiao Siyin's eyes deepened, and he wiped the red mark on Chang Li's neck bitten by him with his long fingers. Her skin was already white, so this mark was particularly ambiguous and conspicuous.

This is his unique mark.

Xiao Siyin reached out and clasped the back of Chang Li's head, turned her head slightly with force, and pressed her forehead against hers. The light red at the end of her eyes was like a hook, hooking him, unable to stop.

Pressing her big palm lightly on her heart, her voice was slightly hoarse, with a strong desire to possess: "A Li, there is only me here."

Chang Li's heartbeat was still a little fast, and the temperature of the man's palm felt inexplicably hot. She trembled slightly at the tip of her heart, and couldn't help cursing: "Crazy!"

"Yeah." Xiao Siyin's thin lips hooked lightly, a little bit lightly, "I'm only crazy about you."

Chang Li: "..."

Xiao Siyin slid his hand to the back of Chang Li's neck, squeezed it lightly, then turned his head to look at the album that had slid to the side, paused for two seconds, squinted his eyes, and stretched out his hand to tear off the last few pages without hesitation. .

Chang Li was startled when she heard the voice, and it was too late to turn her head to stop, "What are you doing?!"

Xiao Siyin directly crumpled up the pieces of paper on which Pei Yan was drawn, and threw them into the trash can precisely with his backhand, "Trash should be thrown away."

Chang Li was so angry that she quickly snatched the picture book. Fortunately, the picture book was coiled, and the other picture pages were not affected, so she was relieved.

As for Pei Yan's paintings, she didn't care if they lost them.

Xiao Siyin looked at her, lightly pressed the tip of his tongue to his chin, leaned over, grabbed one of her hands, put it to his lips, and kissed her pale fingertips one by one, with a domineering tone as always: "From now on, your pen will only be written by you." Can draw me!"

Through the mask, the man's eyes are deep, like a wolf in the dark night, fierce and dangerous, full of aggression.

Chang Li wanted to withdraw her hand, but couldn't.

Xiao Siyin firmly held her slender hand, "Baby, draw me a picture."

"I won't draw." Chang Li didn't want to refuse, she hadn't drawn characters for a long time.

"You can draw him, but you can't draw me?" Xiao Siyin's tone was dangerous, with a trace of obvious jealousy.

When he thought of Chang Li once thinking of another man while leaving that man's strokes on the paper, he felt particularly uncomfortable.

Chang Li didn't know why this man was so fussy, so he could only explain: "I drew him a long time ago, I don't draw people now."

Drawing things depends on the mood, but drawing people needs emotions. Now, except for her daughter, she doesn't have so much emotion to share with others.

Xiao Siyin saw through Chang Li's thoughts almost at a glance, and his heart sank slightly.

Immediately, he picked her up involuntarily, came to the desk, took out a pencil from the pen holder and stuffed it into her hand, not refusing to say, "Hey, draw me a picture, and when you're done... tonight I will draw a pencil." Let you rest well."