He Is Warmer Than Time

Gu Jingxing grasped her restless hands and said with a rough voice, "What are you doing?"

Song Ran glanced at him and cut: "Why do you think I'm going to grab a good wife and a man?"

She slipped into his coat with both hands and opened the hem of the sweater again. Then she sighed comfortably, "I just planted the rice seedlings and my fingers were frozen."

Gu Jingxing coughed uncomfortably, "Take it out, and I'll cover it for you."

Song Ran chuckled, "Isn't it warm here?"

Gu Jingxing squinted at her: "Do you really want to cover it on my chest?"

Song Ran nodded: "It's warm here."

Gu Jingxing squeezed her chin with one hand and the back of her head with the other, bowed his head, and the hot kiss fell...

Song Ran backed away, whimpering, Gu Jingxing bastard, now he kissed her more and more regardless of occasion.

Before marriage, Gu Futuan kissed her regardless of occasion. After she got married, she would find that Gu Futuan wanted to **** her regardless of occasion.

Today, the situation is considered good.

Gu Jingxing gently bit along her red lips, and her lips made her red even redder. Song Ran only felt that her lips were numb, and he lit a fire on her chest, and her eyes turned misty. I wanted to reprimand him for being shameless, but at this moment, he was left soft in his arms.

Gu Jingxing directly lifted her up and sat on his lap, then kissed her until she was panting, and then slowly moved away from her lips reluctantly.

She looked confused, Jian Shui Qiu Tong was pitiful, he caught her hands, and gently stroked: "Do you want to continue?"

Song Ran came to his senses and snorted, "Who is going to continue, bastard."

Gu Jingxing grabbed her restless hands and held them in her palms: "When you sit on my lap, remember one thing."

Song Ran stared at him with misty and peachy eyes: "What?"

Gu Jingxing's voice became thicker and thicker: "Remember not to move, otherwise I can't guarantee what will happen."

Song Ran still learned a certain lesson, knowing how terrifying this person would be if he were really set on fire, the hand just after planting the seedlings, she didn't want to work hard with her little hands, so she sat on his lap properly. : "Well, I won't move."

Gu Jingxing looked at her with a good-looking face, and freed his hands to touch her face: "Well, good-looking."

Song Ran snorted, "What are you doing? You are here to take advantage of me, right?"

Gu Jingxing squeezed her hands tightly, rubbed her hands, and looked up at her: "Is it still cold?"

Song Ran curled his lips: "Your hands are like charcoal fire. You want to roast my hands. Can it be cold?"

Gu Jingxing smiled and let go of her hand.

Song Ran glanced at him: "What are you doing here?"

"Look at what your farm work is like? I guess there is only one chance to see it in this life."

Song Ran pinched his waist: "What kind of evil is this? Huh? What kind of evil?"

Gu Jingxing's eyebrows couldn't hide the smile: "I just moved so neatly that I couldn't believe it was my second Miss Song."

Song Ran proudly: "I really want to do something, and I will do my best. Cooking and farming are all difficult for me."

Gu Jingxing petted and said, "Xiao Ran is awesome."

Song Ran raised his eyebrows: "That's not it."

Suddenly, she glanced at the rearview mirror, and then she saw her face...

"Ah..." With a scream, Gu Jingxing was taken aback, and he quickly asked, "What's wrong with you?"