But now... under Jiao Li's gaze, she was so flustered that her whole body seemed to be burned by fire, almost melting under his gaze.
"Jiao Li..."
"Dumpling said you missed me." The low-mellow voice was full of temptation.
Yan Buhuan wanted to deny it, but a finger touched her lips in time, and Jiao Li looked at her with a faint smile: "Don't say it, I just thought you missed me, so I tried my best to let me out."
He found that he already liked her a little bit.
Just because I like it, I don’t want to hear words that will make him unhappy, even if they are the truth.
This is not a good thing.
Yan Buhuan was stunned for a moment. The heat from her fingertips lingered on her lips, rubbing her lips as if seductively.
"Are you...are you okay?" Yan Buhuan asked dryly.
How could anything happen?
Jiao Li laughed.
If Xuanyuan Mu's smile is a miracle, then Jiao Li's smile is amazing.
Yan Buhuan quickly stepped back: "Well... now that you're out, it's time for me to leave."
Spring rain is as precious as oil. Under the beautiful scenery of this good city, God seems to feel that in the past years, he has not given much to Jiao Li, so he is extraordinarily merciful tonight and gives him a rain, so that someone can have it.
"Then what should we do? My mother is a girl and we have to protect her. What should we do? What should we do?" Dumpling turned his head quickly, looking very anxious.
Jiao Li looked up and saw, what a ghost, the weather was so nice that it was so wet.
"Let's go quickly, it's raining." I seem to remember that the last time I met him, it was also raining.
Two rains... I still remember the way I chased each other unscrupulously.
Yan Buhuan's heart skipped a beat, God, what on earth was she thinking? Is she really that boring, because Xuanyuan Mu didn't like her, so she turned her target to Jiao Li?
Impossible, this is absolutely impossible~~~~
The rain didn't seem to be as heavy as they imagined. It was as thin as an embroidery needle and fell gently on people's faces. It was clear and soft. Yan Buhuan licked it subconsciously because his mouth felt dry. Today
There were too many things at night beyond her imagination.
First of all, Xuanyuan Mu's kiss had already made her irritable, and now Jiao Li actually... held her hand.
Yes, this man was extremely domineering. She originally refused to do this, but he suddenly came over and said, "You don't want Dumpling to be sad, right? He has never been walked hand in hand by his mother and father."
He knows how to exploit the fragility of human nature.
Yan Buhuan nodded repeatedly at these words, and even felt that if she didn't follow Jiao Li's method, she would deserve to be dragged out and beheaded.
At first, she and Jiao Li walked calmly holding one of Dumpling's little hands. It was good for Dumpling to jump around in the middle.
But after a while, the dumpling suddenly fell out of her palm, followed by a big male hand.
"It's okay, Jiaoli's father." Dumpling smiled at him maliciously, then turned to face Yan Buhuan and grinned: "Mother, in fact, Jiaoli's father has never held anyone else's hand."
"Are you complaining that I can't remember how to hold hands?" Jiao Li lowered his head and looked at the dumplings.
ps: I finally finished writing. But now... under Jiao Li's eyes, she was so flustered that her whole body seemed to be burned by fire, almost melting under his eyes.
"Jiao Li..."
"Dumpling said you missed me." The low-mellow voice was full of temptation.
Yan Buhuan wanted to deny it, but a finger touched her lips in time, and Jiao Li looked at her with a faint smile: "Don't say it, I just thought you missed me, so I tried my best to let me out."
He found that he already liked her a little bit.
Just because I like it, I don’t want to hear words that will make him unhappy, even if they are the truth.
This is not a good thing.
Yan Buhuan was stunned for a moment. The heat from her fingertips lingered on her lips, rubbing her lips as if seductively.
"Are you...are you okay?" Yan Buhuan asked dryly.
How could anything happen?
Jiao Li laughed.
If Xuanyuan Mu's smile is a miracle, then Jiao Li's smile is amazing.
Yan Buhuan quickly stepped back: "Well... now that you're out, it's time for me to leave."
Spring rain is as precious as oil. Under the beautiful scenery of this good city, God seems to feel that in the past years, he has not given much to Jiao Li, so he is extraordinarily merciful tonight and gives him a rain, so that someone can have it.
"Then what should we do? My mother is a girl and we have to protect her. What should we do? What should we do?" Dumpling turned his head quickly, looking very anxious.
Jiao Li looked up and saw, what a ghost, the weather was so nice that it was so wet.
"Let's go quickly, it's raining." I seem to remember that the last time I met him, it was also raining.
Two rains... I still remember the way I chased each other unscrupulously.
Yan Buhuan's heart skipped a beat, God, what on earth was she thinking? Is she really that boring, because Xuanyuan Mu didn't like her, so she turned her target to Jiao Li?
Impossible, this is absolutely impossible~~~~
The rain didn't seem to be as heavy as they imagined. It was as thin as an embroidery needle and fell gently on people's faces. It was clear and soft. Yan Buhuan licked it subconsciously because his mouth felt dry. Today
There were too many things at night beyond her imagination.
First of all, Xuanyuan Mu's kiss had already made her irritable, and now Jiao Li actually... held her hand.
Yes, this man was extremely domineering. She originally refused to do this, but he suddenly came over and said, "You don't want Dumpling to be sad, right? He has never been walked hand in hand by his mother and father."
He knows how to exploit the fragility of human nature.
Yan Buhuan nodded repeatedly at these words, and even felt that if she didn't follow Jiao Li's method, she would deserve to be dragged out and beheaded.
At first, she and Jiao Li walked calmly holding one of Dumpling's little hands. It was good for Dumpling to jump around in the middle.
But after a while, the dumpling suddenly fell out of her palm, followed by a big male hand.
"It's okay, Jiaoli's father." Dumpling smiled at him maliciously, then turned to face Yan Buhuan and grinned: "Mother, in fact, Jiaoli's father has never held anyone else's hand."
"Are you complaining that I can't remember how to hold hands?" Jiao Li lowered his head and looked at the dumplings.
