Bamboo horse is not a human being in his daily life

Chapter 177 [Little Ome of a Big Star] This is a chapter that you will never see again if you don’t read it

After the two returned home, there was nothing serious to do. The young couple who just fell in love were childhood sweethearts and became regulars. Their familiarity with each other was no different from that of an old couple who had been in love for seven or eight years. The childhood sweetheart Zhuanzheng is too familiar with each other, so she can't hide the small thoughts in her heart.

Wen Queyu was thinking about how to raise Jiang Yousi's plan. He took out a bottle of watermelon juice from the refrigerator and poured it into the cup. Before it touched the wall of the cup, the watermelon juice was intercepted from behind.

Jiang Yousi glanced at the absent-minded Wenqueyu, held the watermelon juice in one hand and rubbed the long hair of Wenqueyu with the other, "The weather has turned cold recently, so don't drink cold water."

Holding the cup, Wen Queyu let Jiang Youpan pour hot milk into it, and responded obediently, "Okay."

The voice is soft and soft, like a kitten that has just been taken out of its swaddle, holding it in a small ball of milk and making a sticky "meow" in the palm of your hand, so cute.

Jiang Yousi curled his lips into a doting smile, and wiped the milk stains on the little girl's lips with his fingers.

With such a lively look and fragrance, Young Master Jiang felt that his concentration was not enough, so he leaned over and kissed her milk-scented lips.

Wen Queyu almost lost the cup in his hand, and cast a reproachful glance at him.

This glance is called a glance, but more precisely, it should be called coquettish.

Wen Queyu said in a childish voice, "What are you doing?" He moved his other hand from the water glass to Jiang Youba's arm, shook his hand, and a sly look flashed in his eyes.

Thanks to the tortoise dungeon, Wen Queyu, who lost his memory, kissed and gnawed at Jiang Yousi. This level of intimacy was done without any grievances. Now, Wen Queyu can only use two One word to describe - not enough.

Not enough intimacy, too much distance, and wanting more.

Her hand holding the cup was straight and parallel to the ground at 180 degrees, and the other hand hooked Jiang Youpan's neck directly.

The little girl was like a cat, she first stretched out her paws to test it out, and found that there was no danger ahead, and when she smelled the scent she liked, she boldly went up to lick her own food.

It's very strange that Jiang Yousi didn't drink milk.

But between the lips and teeth is inexplicably full of milky fragrance.

Wen Queyu, who was walking dazedly into the room with his arms around his waist, suddenly realized when his feet touched the threshold separating the living room and bedroom.

It turned out to be her milk, but she belonged to him, so it belonged to him.

It's like an animal will enclose a territory, silently enclosing a thing that has nothing to do with itself into its territory.

First, it leaves its own brand, and then forcefully embeds what belongs to the prey into the body of the prey.

Listen to her cry, listen to her pleading.

Then I saw the night getting darker, and saw the light in the room finally compromise with the darkness.

Gradually black and white merged into one, and gradually I could no longer see light, but my eyes were full of light.

Jiang Youshixu's adult wish is to be able to fall asleep with the person he likes in his arms.

This wish came true when he was 20 years old.

At the last moment, Wen Queyu was extremely tired, and the glass of milk was splashed all over the bed, but it was mixed with an indescribable breath.

Jiang Yousi asked her, "When you were in the kitchen, what were you thinking about?"

Wen Queyu originally wanted to tell you not to work, I will support you.

At this time, he couldn't speak a word.

She was silent, hugging the quilt and turned over, "It's nothing, I dare not think about it."

　I don't know if I will be blocked, and I am testing on the verge of death.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)