listen to my wife

Chen Yike thought about it again, "I need to be able to take out a little more lottery!

Shen Mi thought to himself after only completing two months of closed training, and there will be another closed training to prepare for the world championship.

Wouldn't it be cold?

Of the three conditions, she barely met one. She was good-looking.

Help.

"Probably that's all." Chen Yike shook Shen Mi's hand like a child, and asked curiously: "What about you?"

Before Shen Mi could react from this wave of fatal blows, he subconsciously let out a "hmm".

"What kind of person do you like?" Chen Yike patiently repeated the question Shen Mi asked her.

I like people like you.

Shen Mi restrained her emotions, "I also like people with a good temper."

Chen Yike, who is so bad-tempered that he would quarrel with Father Chen at the birthday party: "...Really?"

"Well," Shen Mi blinked, holding Chen Yike's hand with both hands in earnest to praise her, "rational and excellent, gentle yet powerful."

When you see it, you will be full of joy and love it.

The hints in Shen Mi's words were so strong that Chen Yike felt a sense of guilt for lying to the child, so she withdrew her hand and propped her chin to look at the bewildered child, cleared her throat, "Cough, did I not talk to you?" Did you mention how I met Ale and the others?"

Of course not, Chen Yike always felt that it was a dark history of her youthful rebellion, except that she would chat with Tang Zhoule and the others after drinking, she had never told anyone else about it.

And Shen Mi thinks that he has not yet reached the level where he can ask such kind of private questions.

So when Shen Mi came into contact with the 15-year-old Chen Yike from the words—the Chen Yike who would smash a wine bottle in a fit of anger, and ended up entering the police station for the first time in his life.

"If it hadn't been for Xiong Er to hold me back, I would definitely have smashed that social hot chicken." Whenever this matter was mentioned, Chen Yike would complain with some regret, "We should give him an unforgettable memory." Let’s see if he dares to touch with those salty pig hands in the future.”

For Shen Mi, a "scholar" who has always talked only but never used hands, it was both novel and worrying, "Then you are not afraid that he will fight back?"

"What are you afraid of?" Chen Yike asked back, explaining, "I have learned boxing, that guy can beat my boxing coach Sanqi."

As she spoke, Chen Yike sat up, rolled up her sleeves excitedly, her seemingly thin upper arms showed beautiful muscle lines, and she also said to Shen Mi in a showy tone, "Sister, there is What about the vest line, do you want to touch it?"

Due to the physiological mechanism, the body fat percentage of girls is much higher than that of boys, so it is very difficult to train the vest line, and it is necessary to have long-term training and strong self-discipline.

Shen Mi is just a student, and has only occasionally browsed this kind of photos on the Internet, and has not had the opportunity to touch them in real life.

So at Chen Yike's invitation, Shen Mi couldn't help stretching out a paw carefully to stick to the lower abdomen through a layer of furry pajamas.

"What can you feel through such a thick plush pajamas?" Chen Yike clicked his tongue, and directly lifted half of his jacket with one hand to reveal his firm and flat white abdomen, and then covered Shen Mo's stiff hands stick it on.

The skin on the abdomen is warm, and the contours of the abdominal muscles are smooth and beautiful, and they undulate slightly with the frequency of breathing. Anyone who looks at it can praise it.

It's really easy to touch.

Shen Mi's head buzzed, and he quickly sat up like Chen Yike. His frozen hands suddenly regained consciousness, and his fingers curled up unconsciously as if they were scalded by the warm skin.

Chen Yike clearly had a sly smile in his eyes, and deliberately asked Shen Mi how he was feeling, and also remembered something by the way.

"That time at the airport, I was wearing a midriff-baring dress. If you didn't wear a hat to block your view, you would definitely see it."

Exhaled lightly, "Sister...you'll catch a cold." Shen Mi tried to pull down the top that was lifted by Chen Yike.

Chen can also let Shen Mi's actions succeed, saying: "I am in good health."

Shen Mi: "I know, I know."

The white and delicate ears were already hot red, the light-colored eyeballs were frantically moving, and the fingers were also tugging at the hem of Chen Yike's clothes and would not let go.

"Then what else do you know?" Chen Yike was amused by Shen Mi's appearance, "There is also a little cowardly man, huh?"

Shen Mi didn't answer, and there were only two breathing sounds in the small room, one heavy and one light.

After a while, Shen Mi, who managed to stabilize his emotions, dared to meet Chen Yike's gaze again, pursed his lips, "Sister is far more outstanding than I imagined."

Chen Yike was a little helpless, and he and Guan Cang were a little happy, "My kid, your filter is too heavy, isn't it?"

Shen Mi said seriously: "I haven't."

"It's time to go to bed." Chen Yike lowered his head, and pulled the paws that were still tightly gripping the hem of her clothes, "Sleep early to refresh yourself."

"I'll turn off the lights."

Shen Mi obediently let go of her hands, and lay back into the bed.

The light switch is next to Chen Yike, she twisted the quilt for Shen Mi who was lying down, and then reached out to turn off the light.

Once the lights were off, there was only a little light forced in from the gap by the window, allowing Shen Mi to catch a glimpse of Chen Yike beside him.

People are prone to emotions in the dark.

Or greedy, or melancholy, or hesitant.

Shen Mi felt that tonight he might suffer from insomnia like the previous nights.

But tonight was very different from the sleepless nights in the past. She didn't have to get up and go to the desk to read books that contained other people's emotions and needed empathy.

very nice.

I really want to be able to, so and so.

The eyelashes of the silhouette that Shen Mi could see in the faint light flickered.

Chen Yike hadn't fallen asleep either, she didn't feel sleepy, and noticed that Shen Mi hadn't fallen asleep, "Xiaomi, are you unable to fall asleep again?"

The child's voice was soft and soft, "Well, maybe I slept too much during the day, and now I have insomnia. Sister, go to bed first."

Chen Yike let out a "huh", took the phone and casually found the soft sleep accompaniment that he remembered, and clicked on it.

"Sister sings to you, the live version should have a better sleeping effect."

Maybe because tomorrow is Shen Mi's coming-of-age day, Zhou Gong still didn't want to let Shen Mi suffer from insomnia again, and gave her a dark and sweet sleep.

Before midnight, Shen Mi fell into a deep sleep.

I also failed to hear the first sentence of happy birthday this year.

"Xiaomi, happy birthday."

The author has something to say: When Xiaomi touched Chen Chen's abdominal muscles, I touched my own abdominal muscles, a large piece of soft and fleshy abdominal muscles (hey)

感谢在2021-03-2619:42:37~2021-03-2821:57:08期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~