Milky ginseng teasing online

Rolling was inexplicably excited, staying alone in the bedroom, first rolled a few times on the big bed, then jumped on the bed for a while with the pillow in his arms, landed on the ground barefoot, ran all over the room, his face was flushed, and he couldn't restrain himself from raising his eyebrows. mouth.

Finally, he sat obediently on the bed with a big doll in his arms, shaking his little feet expectantly, staring straight at the door with bright eyes, and when the door opened, a bright smile burst out instantly, his eyebrows and eyes were curved, and there seemed to be streamers in his eyes Flashing, softly calling out: "Hui Lai Er~"

Fei Laer seemed to be stunned for a moment, but his face didn't show it. He closed the door, watched his sleepiness, and walked to the bedside to straighten him carefully.

When he lowered his head, he happened to meet a pair of clean and pure eyes, his movements froze slightly, he raised his hand to rub his frizzy hair, then turned and walked to the other side.

Gun Gun threw the big doll under the bed, then moved to the side, lifted the quilt beside him, patted it twice, and said softly: "Sleep."

Feilaer looked at the time, then looked at his movements and expectant expressions, fell silent for a while, then put down the things in his hands and walked over.

Gun Gun lifted the quilt for him thoughtfully, bent his eyes, and said happily: "Go to bed early, it's good for your health."

Ferrar responded in a low voice, and lay down under his expectant gaze.

Rolling on the pillow, staring at him without blinking, his little face was a little red.

The two stayed in this position for a while, Gun Gun still didn't feel sleepy, and continued to stare at him eagerly.

Ferrar was silent for a while, then suddenly turned to look at him.

Gun Gun blinked in a daze, then grinned brightly, moved towards him, rested his chin on the man's shoulder, raised his head slightly, and said softly: "Hui Lai, read it to Gun Gun A little story."

Seeing that he didn't feel sleepy at all, Ferrar narrowed his eyes, answered in a low voice, took a story book from the cabinet, opened it casually overnight, and read it in a low voice.

His voice was a little hoarse and deep, like a guqin being plucked. In such a quiet space, one could unconsciously relax one's body.

Buried on his shoulders, the warm breath fell on the man's neck, and the throbbing blood vessels were clearly visible.

Rolling was attracted by his neck, leaned over to stare at it carefully, then stretched out his finger and poked it lightly, feeling Ferrar's body stiffen slightly, he became more energetic, soft fingertips gently touched Glide on the man's neck, along the veins, from top to bottom.

Feilaer's voice gradually weakened, his Adam's apple rolled up and down, and the temperature in the room seemed to be a little hot.

Rolling enough to play, he raised his head happily, and saw Ferrar looking down at him, his eyes were deep, his lips were drawn into a line, he blinked blankly, and said softly: "Don't read anymore?"

Fei Laer was silent for a while, then shook his head, looked at the book in his hand, and continued to read.

What Gun Gun loved to do most when he was a child was to get into Ferrar's pocket or chest. When he was a child, he would also like to hug him. He looked at Ferrar's concentration on his studies, and then raised one foot to rest on his body. on him.

Feilaer's voice froze slightly, and then continued to read in a deep voice, Gun Gun didn't notice his reaction, and bent his eyes happily, like a child who had successfully done something bad, continued to make trouble, and slowly The other foot went up.

He looked at Ferrar, saw that he didn't respond, snickered, and made a gesture to move the whole person up, but his arm was suddenly held by someone, with a slight pull, he fell back on the bed directly, and the people around him moved , half pressed on his body, still holding his wrist.

Rolling swallowed, looking at the person above with an innocent and blank expression.

Feilaer looked down at the people below him, his face was watery, his eyes were dark and deep, his eyes were slightly red, and his thin lips were tightly pursed, like a lone wolf walking alone on the ice field, cold and dangerous.

Gun Gun's petite figure was completely covered by him, his lacquer-like long hair was loosely scattered on the bed, and he opened his eyes blankly, clean and pure.

The four eyes met, Ferrar's chest heaved, and then he suddenly closed his eyes, let go of his wrist, and lifted the quilt to get out of bed.

Gun Gun looked at his wrist, Ferrar looked very hard, but it didn't hurt him at all.

He sat up from the bed, looked at Ferrar's back, and tilted his head in confusion.

After a while, Feilaer came back suddenly. He looked at the pitiful boy on the bed, pondered for a moment, walked over, and said in a hoarse voice, "You are an adult, you should sleep alone."

Rolling blinked blankly, as if he didn't understand what he said, and looked at him straight, Ferrar repeated it patiently.

Gun Gun looked at him belatedly, pursed his lips, and murmured: "Sleeping alone?"

Fei Laer responded in a low voice, raised his hand to touch his head, but finally retracted it, and said in a low voice, "Didn't Gun Gun always want to grow up?"

Gun Gun lowered his head aggrievedly, pursed his mouth, rubbed the quilt, and said in a muffled voice: "Gun Gun, don't sleep by yourself, and don't even grow up..."

Feilaer looked down at him, and said hoarsely: "Be obedient."

Gun Gun snorted softly, looked up at him pitifully, then covered his ears, and said, "Gun Gun is disobedient, and he can't hear, anyway, he just doesn't want to."

He tightly covered his ears, and kept repeating 'can't hear, can't hear', and finally flung himself into Ferrar's arms coquettishly, with his legs wrapped around his waist, his hands tightly around his neck, soft Softly said: "Hui Laer, Gun Gun is very obedient, so Hui Laer also hurts Gun Gun..."

However, Feilaer seemed to have made up his mind, no matter how much he acted coquettishly, it was useless. After the usual tricks were useless, Gun Gun completely lost his tricks, his eyes turned red, and tears flowed out.

He stubbornly kept his mouth shut, refusing to make a sound, blushing from crying, and finally threw himself on the bed, pulled the quilt to wrap himself up, leaving only Ferrer on his back.

Feilaer let go of his clenched hands, patted the ginseng silkworm baby lightly, said good night in a low voice, and then walked out of the bedroom gently.

Rolling under the quilt, crying silently, when he heard the sound of closing the door, he poked his face out from under the quilt, saw that Ferrar had really left, his mouth shrunk, and he began to cry.

He lay on the bed, crying and threw all the quilt, pillow, and dolls on the ground, curled up and cried sadly, and after making a fuss all day, he fell asleep crying and crying.

After a while, after the room was completely silent, the door was gently opened, and Feilaer walked to the bed in silence, looked at the things on the floor, and then looked at the little boy curled up on the bed, he was lying on his side , with his head resting on his hands, his little face was red with tears still hanging on his face.

Feilaer looked at him quietly, then picked up the quilt and gently covered him. After a moment of silence, he put his favorite dinosaur doll aside, squatted down and gently wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes Go, silently said 'good night', turned and walked out.

He held the doorknob, paused slightly, lowered his head, his eyes were deep...

In a deep sleep, he felt a soft touch on his lips, which was warm and moist. He hummed softly, as if he was a little uncomfortable. He wanted to wave away the sticking thing, but his hand was suddenly lightened. Lightly clasping, tossing and lingering, the movements are cautious and gentle, but there is a trace of repressed fierceness, which cannot stand a little teasing.

He just felt weak all over, and wanted to open his eyes, but the eyelids were very heavy, and his lips parted unconsciously, the man seemed to be stunned for a moment, breathing heavily...

*****

On the second day, when Gun Gun woke up, he took a breath, touched his swollen lips with his fingers, and wondered if he was smoking.

He put down his hand, subconsciously looked at the position around him, belatedly recalled what happened last night, then angrily kicked the quilt to the ground again, and softly said in aggrieved way: "Bad Hui Lai..."

He got up from the bed, took the robe at the side, and after a lot of effort, he finally put it on.

When he walked out of the bedroom, Fei Fu was setting up breakfast. After seeing Gun Gun, he greeted him gently, and Gun Gun looked around, but couldn't find Fei Laer's figure. Fei Fu smiled knowingly: "Young master, master Went out to work early."

Gun Gun was stunned for a moment, stared at him blankly, then turned away from him, and said, "Gun Gun didn't look for him."

Fei Fu smiled and carefully prepared breakfast for the young boy, but he didn't have much appetite, so he watched cartoons while eating.

In the cartoon, the little fox quarrels with the mother fox, hides in the room and cries, licks his lips, suddenly puts down the things in his hand, and runs upstairs with his robe in hand.

Fei Fu:?

Rolling ran to the bedroom, carried his dinosaur clothes and bear clothes to the toy room, took out his small schoolbag, put the clothes and a few toys in it, thought about it and added a few toffees, full of anger Biting his lower lip.

Huilaer doesn't love him anymore, he is now a poor ginseng that no one loves.

Moreover, Hui Spicy doesn’t eat ginseng, and ginseng that hasn’t been eaten is not a good ginseng. As a smart and mature ginseng, go find a human who likes ginseng!

To run away from home!

To protest!

He packed up his things, carried a bulging schoolbag, and tiptoed to the stairwell. Seeing that Fei Fu was not there, he ran to the hall lightly, put his little red flower in the big hat, and walked out barefoot.

"Spicy Hui is a big villain!"

"Go away and don't want you anymore!"

On the gravel path in the forest, the young boy in a cumbersome ginger-white robe was talking angrily, and walked down the mountain barefoot, but he would look behind him from time to time, and when he saw no one was following, his brows frowned even deeper. Talking to himself in a low voice.

He walked one step at a time, and was about to reach the Suyin River, when the surrounding bamboo forest suddenly shook, and the bamboo leaves fell one after another, the cold air in the forest hit, making people shiver, he stretched out his hand to pick up a bamboo leaf, before he had time to look, Suddenly no one grabbed the arm.

He turned his head back in a daze and looked at the man behind him. He was still wearing a black coat, under the black broken hair, his green eyes were cold, his lips were tightly closed, his face was as sinking as water, and his expression was cold. The strength of the arms was also stronger than before, and the chest heaved violently.

It was the first time Gun Gun saw Feral like this, and he took a step back in fear, but Feral held his arm and pulled him forward, his eyes were cold, and he said hoarsely:

"Where are you going?!"

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