drunk red

The imprints of color overlapped together and kept appearing in my mind.

Throwing the document in his hand aside, he grabbed the other one beside him, but he couldn't read it anymore. No matter how self-control he had, he couldn't focus on these words.Instead, the child was lying there, clutching the sheet with his hands and refusing to look at him, lingering in front of his eyes.

Tang Ziao stood up and opened the door. His calm expression just now collapsed, his face was full of anxiety and uneasiness, and his footsteps became much faster. As he walked, he just stepped down a little, performed lightness kung fu, and moved towards the door of the bedroom. direction to run.A few maids on the way felt a black shadow flashing in front of their eyes, but when they looked carefully, they couldn't see anything anymore.

Open the door and walk in.

Qian Jia was still lying under the quilt, the small bump was so thin that she couldn't see it.It has been nearly three hours since Tang Ziao went out, and he has eaten his lunch, and he is still here without a drop of water. Tang Ziao's boredom and anxiety have long since disappeared.

"Jiajia, get up and eat, it's Daddy's fault, let me see if the back is still red or not?"

There was still no movement in the bed, even the sound of breathing could not be heard, Tang Ziao could only see the exposed half of his head full of black hair, panicked, and hurriedly tore off the quilt.

The red marks on the buttocks were already swollen, tall, and purple like sesame seeds appeared in a few places, which looked extremely shocking.

Tang Ziao's complexion changed, he knew that he was angry at that time, and he might have acted harshly, so he didn't say anything, and hurriedly got up and went to the next room to get a few boxes of ointment.

Opening one of the boxes, he dug out a piece with his index finger and rubbed it on the red and swollen skin. The child who hadn't moved just now suddenly trembled, shivering, and his body was tense.Seeing this, Tang Ziao regretted it more and more, but if the ointment was not rubbed open, it would not be effective, so he could only continue rubbing his palms back and forth cruelly.

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The author has something to say: Hey, I suddenly want to spoof a small theater:

Tang Ziao hugged Tang Qianjia tightly, his deep eyes were full of burning desire, and he spoke with a hoarse voice:

"Jiajia, I can't take it anymore."

When Qian Jia heard this, she raised her head in shock, and then buried her head in his chest instantly, her shoulders kept shaking.

Tang Ziao frowned, thinking that he had frightened the person in his arms, he sighed helplessly, and was about to push him away to put out the fire by himself.

Suddenly, the situation changed

Qian Jia stripped off her clothes and rushed forward: Uncle, come quickly, I can't wait. "

Spoof, don't take it seriously -_-#

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Forgiveness

Not long after, Qian Jia's entire back was covered with thick beads of sweat, and Tang Ziao couldn't help it at the end, so he withdrew it hastily.

The original criss-crossing red marks were rubbed with ointment, and the boundaries were no longer so obvious. The whole buttocks were swollen and red. Tang Ziao couldn't help feeling distressed when he looked at it. After washing his palms, he used warm water A wet towel was used to wipe Qian Jia's body, which was covered in cold sweat due to the pain.

Carefully, from the neck to the calves, except for the place where the ointment was applied, I wiped the entire back several times, and then asked someone to bring lunch.

"Eat something, come." Tang Ziao knew that he was angry and refused to speak, so he could only take his own initiative to pull his two arms and move him to lie on his body.

Qian Jia started, although she let Tang Ziao move, she just kept silent.

"Come on, the freshly prepared dish is your favorite lotus root." Tang Ziao brought some rice to Qianjia's mouth with a spoon, but he turned his head away and squeezed his mouth tightly to avoid it.

After repeating this several times, Tang Ziao knew his determination, put down the spoon, pulled him up, leaned against his neck, put his chin against the top of his head with loose untied hair, and coaxed: "Dad just now You're getting angry, you're getting serious, Jiajia don't get angry, let's have some food."

Qian Jia still didn't speak, just moved her neck and adjusted a comfortable posture.

"Suppose daddy is wrong, no, daddy is wrong, how about dinner?"

Tang Ziao embraced him with one arm, and with the other hand gave him a messy strand of hair scattered behind his back, coaxing him patiently over and over again.

"Jia Jia?"

After a stalemate for a long time, Tang Ziao felt that he had said all the words of apology he knew, but he still couldn't get any response. He sighed and said helplessly, "How can Jiajia be willing to talk and eat?"

At last she reacted a bit, Qian Jia snorted, and said angrily: "It hurts me when you hit me!"

"Yes, Daddy shouldn't."

"It hurts badly."

"sorry."

"I feel uncomfortable."

"It's Daddy's fault that made you sad."

"Then, if you want me to forgive you, there are conditions."

Tang Ziao heaved a sigh of relief, as long as the conditions were mentioned at the beginning, he replied: "Okay, Jiajia, let's talk."

"You promise me first, if you don't promise, I won't say anything."

"Okay, I promise you."

"No regrets?"

"No regrets."

After hearing Tang Ziao's assurance, it took a while before he said, "I want you, on my 16th birthday... to have a skin-to-skin relationship with me." He couldn't hear clearly, Qian Jia only felt that his face was so hot that it was about to smoke, and he didn't dare to lift his face.

After waiting for a while, but he didn't hear his father's answer, a strong grievance hit his heart, tears coalesced, and when he was about to fall, Tang Ziao suddenly said: "What are you talking about?" The question I hear is the helplessness of unwillingness to believe and admit it.

When he said this, Qian Jia's shy and embarrassed mood just now dissipated a lot, and he said loudly: "You know, what do you mean, that's what it means, do you agree or not?" If you don't agree, take the opportunity to threaten: "If you don't agree, forget it, and leave me alone in the future."

He waited anxiously, but he didn't know that Tang Ziao would not accept his tricks at all, gently pushed him away, and carefully put him back on the bed to lie on his stomach, his voice was low and dignified: "No, change."

Qian Jia listened, tears fell down, choked up and said: "If you don't agree, you don't agree, I don't care... I don't want you either. I know, anyway, you look down on me, woooooo... Anyway I am a child that no one loves me since I was a child. Anyway, I am a useless person who can’t even marry a girl and can’t have children. Anyway, no one really loves me and likes me. I might as well, I might as well die ..."

Qian Jia was talking nonsense there, Tang Ziao stood aside and listened, his face was as dark as the bottom of a pot, when he heard the last sentence, he stretched out his palm, wishing to slap it down, and paused in mid-air for a while , finally took it back.

"Okay, I promise you, get up and eat."

Those nonsense words were just aggrieved and awkward. Tang Ziao felt that he was still a child, and his birthday in half a year was still far away. By then, he might forget it, or he might fall in love with someone else.

The current problem is to get him to eat, and then not to be depressed.

"You really agree?" Qian Jia raised her head, with tears in her eyes and a red nose, staring at Tang Ziao in a daze.

"En, yes." Tang Ziao took a handkerchief and put it under his nose: "Blow."

Qian Jia blew her nose out and asked again, Tang Ziao had no choice but to agree again.

As if she couldn't believe this fact, Qian Jia was stunned for a long time before laughing excitedly, putting both hands on Tang Ziao's upper body, trembling, she was about to walk under the bed.

"What do you want, I'll get it for you, don't get out of bed yet."

"I want a pen and paper."

Tang Ziao understood what he meant, and spread the rice paper on the bed with some amusement, and put several layers of towels under it, and then handed him the brush dipped in ink.

Qian Jia took the brush and thought for a while before writing.

"Here, sign and fingerprint." After writing, Qian Jia handed the first copy to Tang Ziao, and continued to write the second copy.

Tang Ziao took it over and looked at the words on it: Today, Tang Ziao promised Tang Qianjia to have a skin-to-skin relationship with Tang Qianjia on the night of her 16th birthday.

Next, Qian Jia has already signed her name, leaving a space next to it, waiting for Tang Ziao to fill in.

"Daddy, bring the ink pad, it's for fingerprinting."

"it is good."

Press the ink pad with the index finger, and press the handprint under his own name. After finishing both copies, Tang Qianjia spread them out on the bed, and Le's eyes narrowed into a crescent moon.

"If you dare to go back on your word in the future, I will..." Qian Jia thought for a while, and felt that it was inappropriate to say anything, and threatened heavily: "If you dare to go back on your word, I will not forgive you. I will let you know how powerful I am."

"Okay, let's eat now."

"Well, hello daddy."

Qian Jia separated the two copies, handed one to Tang Ziao, and pressed the other under the pillow, deciding to hide it when Tang Ziao was away this afternoon.

"Eat that, not the lotus root."

"Pork belly?"

"kindness."

"You can't just eat meat, you have to eat more vegetables."

After taking the last bite, Tang Qianjia grabbed Tang Ziao by the collar and pulled him down, and pressed his thin lips on the opportunity, then boldly stuck his tongue in, stirred it randomly, and switched the saliva of the two people back and forth until The drips were about to drop, and he reluctantly let go, and proudly raised his chin because he succeeded, looking at Tang Ziao with bright eyes.

Tang Ziao's mouth still retains the smooth touch of the tongue with the taste of food. Although he is not a very lustful person, he kissed this child almost without any skill or content. He even had a momentary kiss. Reactive and active intentions, in order to educate the child well, what