He bowed his head in resignation and was angry with himself. He didn't understand what kind of nerve he had gone off, and he really came back with such trouble.
"Brother Yan," Tang Youtao leaned over and hugged his arm affectionately, "you can call me Niuniu from now on! My nickname is Youyou, or Taotao, but my grandpa gave me the nickname Niuniu.
Grandpa himself calls me that, it's very tacky, isn't it? But brother Yan, don't mind. Grandpa is getting older, so he will inevitably be a bit tacky, but the name he gave me is very nice, 'Tang Youtao', which means that I will have no food and clothing for the rest of my life.
Worry, leisurely and happy, just be naughty, but my grandfather is very different from what he looks like! When I really grow up, when I am naughtier, he finds me annoying, and he says that he is lucky to have ordered a fingertip for me.
It’s a marriage, otherwise I will definitely not be able to get married! But I don’t care about it! I have Brother Yan, right? Brother Yan..."
"That's enough!" He threw her hand away, suspecting that if he didn't interrupt her, she could keep talking until dawn.
"Why are you being mean to me?" Her big eyes quickly became misty, and she looked at him pitifully.
"!" He lowered his head feebly, buried his face in his hands, and mourned the worst decision he had made in his life.
"Brother Yan, did I do something wrong?" She hugged his arm again.
Well!!!
It feels good in hand!
It's strong and flexible. Just holding this arm makes me feel safe. But... what about the chest?
I saw the sinful little hand, constantly changing positions, and finally touched Duan Lengyan's chest!
Wow!
So interesting!
The muscles are strong and tight. Just touching her makes her little heart beat out of her chest. It feels very good, but... what about her vision?
"What are you doing?" After a roar, a big hand grabbed a pair of small hands that were trying to commit murder... uh... no! They were trying to lift his clothes.
"Don't be so stingy! Just take a look, you won't get pregnant!" Tang Youtao was working hard to persuade while unceremoniously planning to continue what he was doing.
"Have you always been so casual?" He grabbed her hand forcefully. This thought made him extremely unhappy.
"What does it mean to be casual?" she asked while struggling.
As long as she, Tang Youtao, wants to do something, there is absolutely nothing she can't do, absolutely nothing!
"You take off a man's clothes for the first time when we meet. What else can you call me?" His palms were like steel pliers, clamping Tang Youtao's hands tightly.
