Yi Xiangxi also laughed, yes, if this happens, someone will accompany the child in the future. He is really not very eager to have some other children, but he just loves Xiaobai too much. Except for his parents, who can love him so much
What about Xiaobai? It’s hard to imagine that after a hundred years of couples, Xiaobai is a lonely child again, and his close relatives are in vain. Who will take care of her and love her again?
This is not possible. You must prepare for the future and let Xiaobai have someone who truly loves her as soon as possible.
That night, the moon was quiet, the fragrance of flowers was everywhere, and the breeze blew with a sweet breath.
The wide bed is so comfortable. Yi Xiangxi suddenly lost control, as if the sweet life of these days has always exploded. When he saw Qiao Xiaomai coming out of the bathroom, wearing a white bathrobe, pink cursor-shaped jade legs, and red face,
Black hair... Suddenly my mood rippled and I hugged her...
She did not disobey any of her, and fell down with his weight... These days, she always showed surprisingly softness and gentleness, as if someone's true wife, whether it is spiritual life, spiritual and flesh parts,
Cooperate with him tacitly.
The night was burning completely.
The person in his arms was surprisingly soft, just like this late spring rose, the first blooming gardenia... sweet and greasy, with a kind of beauty that makes people almost faint. This beauty has been soaked in the bone marrow,
The total outbreak of emotions like him over the years.
Love is an endless thing. For so many days, he thought that he could live without love, and his life was the same, and his career was still the same... Without love, no one would die. However, he would collapse, be perverted, and lose his right.
The sensitivity and identification of all beautiful things.
Now I realize that if there is no love in the future, people will die... Every day and night... He has almost been immersed in this sweetness. After so long and so much, he has never felt tired of it, and he has never been tired of it.
Wheat, you don’t know, but I actually long for the arrival of the night every day.
Every night, there is sweetness of every night.
Just like now, her body was fresh and clean, and her hair was burrowing into his nose, especially the touch of his big hands, that kind of softness... that boneless... like a big and beautiful marshmallow...
...You will be sweeter after you take a bite...
Only when a woman is as soft as water can men be submerged by water.
He was immersed in her hot hot spring, and his whole body seemed to be flying in the clouds, his limbs, every pore, every cell, began to swell...
Finally, it fell from the clouds.
At that time, he was already sweating profusely, as if he was salvaged from the lake. Qiao Xiaomai was also wet, lying in his arms without moving.
He habitually maintained a sweet union with her, which was one of his pleasures, as if he was connected to each other in this way, and his hearts were very close to each other, without any barriers.
She also went from being unaccustomed to getting used to slowly, and over time, she had completely accepted his unique hobby. I don’t know if other couples are like this.
This can be regarded as the first habit he imposed on her. He liked this warm contact, firm intimacy, long-term snuggle... If not, he would feel empty and at a loss that night.