Song Tianlang looked at Hu Yueyue's unhappy look, sighed, let go of one hand, and stroked her face. The rough palms were all called out, which made her face feel painful.
"Are you angry?" Song Tianlang said loudly, his eyes full of smiles, "Then you must not listen to the last one, right?"
Hu Yueyue paused and opened her eyes widened. What did he say just now? The last one? Damn, it's uncle. He was playing with her! He glanced at Song Tianlang and gritted his teeth and said, "Despicable villain!
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"I'm just mean to you!" Song Tianlang's big palm turned directly from his soft waist to Hu Yueyue's chest, and pinched it badly, "I'm still obscene to you!"
Hu Yueyue felt that her head was full of black lines. This was too shameful for the noble quality of soldiers. Where did she touch the savage hands just now?
When he looked at it with a squint, Hu Yueyue was completely silent! He was just talking to this old man and playing the piano with a cow.
Alas, she sighed and wasted directly. Forget it, I won’t say anything anymore. She was tired and wanted to meet Zhou Gong. So she turned over and lay next to him while his palm was slightly loosening. Even though she was suddenly unconscious, she
She could only compromise if she was reluctant. She would not sleep if she didn't sleep or go to bed, but once she got into bed, she would fall asleep.
His head was naturally resting on his strong arms, and his waist was surrounded by him. However, just in his confusion, he could vaguely hear Song Tianlang's voice as if it was coming from the sky.
"March, it's not that I don't want to say it. It's that I need time to sort out how to say it!"
Youyuan's low voice slowly opened, and Hu Yueyue also woke up from the confusion.
It turned out that when Song Tianlang was an ordinary soldier, there was an instructor who was particularly respected, but during a mission, the instructor died to save him.
The instructor lost his wife in his early years and had always depended on each other with a daughter. When the instructor became a martyr, he had to shoulder the responsibility of taking care of the instructor's daughter's adulthood.
And Xiaojiu is that daughter - the instructor's daughter.
So what Song Tianlang owed Xiaojiu, and he also owed Xiaojiu his life and complete fatherly love.
After Song Tianlang finished speaking, he sighed. He has always regarded Xiaojiu as his sister, and more of what he does is like a father doing for his child. So he can't ignore her because he owes her!
Hu Yueyue slowly opened her eyes and blinked a few times. She didn't say a word, but just stretched out her arms and hugged Song Tianlang.
Song Tianlang was a little happy with Hu Yueyue's actions, and directly hugged Hu Yueyue tightly, but did not make any sound.
So the two hugged each other tightly and fit.
That is an intimate sleeping position that only exists between lovers. That posture seems to appear on these two people.
During the toss and turns, Hu Yueyue fell asleep, and Song Tianlang opened his eyes after Hu Yueyue fell asleep, looked at her sleeping face, and saw that she was sleeping soundly, so he just pecked her lips and gave up.
She was really scared about what happened today, so he couldn't bear to continue harassing her.
But as a woman, she is already great! If anyone had done this today, I wouldn't have been so calm and could fall asleep peacefully. Even a big man would have been shocked, but she was still a little girl.
woman--
So he surrounded her with a domineering and absolute possessive attitude, feeling her long breathing. He couldn't help but lean his head down and approach Hu Yueyue's head, smelling the body fragrance that originally belonged to her from her nose, which was not like Anna Su's wish.
The fragrance of the elf is a faint fragrance that smells better than perfume. I sniffed it deeply and a smile of satisfaction appeared on my face that he didn't notice.
Such a smile is rare in Song Tianlang's face. If he saw it, he would probably blind their dog eyes. Because in their minds, Song Tianlang has never smiled seriously and has always given people a kind of thing.