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When the one-meter sunlight in the early morning reflected on the soft two-meter bed through the thin gauze curtain, Jian Yi raised her lips with a satisfied smile, and even the tips of her eyes were slightly raised.

His hands stretched out and tried to take a little woman into his arms, but he threw himself into the air.

The narrow phoenix eyes opened, and there was no little woman on the big bed, but there was still a fragrance that belonged to her on the tip of her nose.

There was a "whooshing" sound of water in the bathroom, and through the frosted translucent glass, a petite figure was bending over to wash, and it seemed to be accompanied by a gentle joyful tune.

Little thing, it seems to be in a good mood.

Hooked lips smiled faintly, his eyes narrowed shallowly, looked at the frosted glass door without blinking, and looked at the seventh year with satisfaction.

Ten seconds later, he reached out and pulled the robe that had been thrown on the bedside table and put it on. Loosely tied the strap around his waist and walked towards the bathroom with his slippers.

Pulling open the bathroom door, Chu Qi was standing in front of the washbasin brushing her teeth, white toothpaste foam smearing her mouthful.

Seeing Jian Yiyang push the door in, he grinned at him and continued to brush his teeth.

A khaki silk nightdress, suspenders, reaching her knees.

The rounded shoulders are exposed, and there is a shallow creek and a small ravine, under which are a pair of small peaks, on which grow two fruits, and the fruits are ripe.

"Seven," Jian Yiyang wrapped his hands around her slender waist, buried his head in the socket of her neck, took two puffs on her silky jade neck, rubbed the tip of his nose again, and then pressed his cheek against hers.

The infinite softness and mellowness of the voice struck her strings.

Chu Qi tilted her head slightly, and a mischievous thought rose in her heart, threw off the flip-flops on her feet, and stood on his big feet very unceremoniously.

As her little feet stood on his big feet, her head was not empty, and she wiped her mouth full of toothpaste bubbles on Jian Yiyang's face, and then raised a wicked smile at him.

Xingyan thought slightly, just looked at the man with toothpaste bubbles on his face, and then continued to brush his teeth with a toothbrush as if nothing happened. As he brushed, he continued to rub his face a few times, smearing the bubbles on his face again.

Jian Yiyang hooked her lips and smiled, as she stepped on her feet, the hand around her waist increased slightly with some force, and rubbed her face against her neck very affectionately.

Then, as you can imagine, those toothpaste bubbles that were mischievously smeared on his face were returned to Chu Qi.

And it's not still on her face, it's on her neck.

"Ah, Jian Yiyang!"

The seventh day of the first year is dry, how can there be such a person.

She just smeared the toothpaste bubble on his face, and he actually smeared the toothpaste bubble directly on her neck.

Moreover, there is another disadvantage in the seventh day of junior high school, that is, I am afraid of itching. And, all over the body, the most itchy place is the neck.

Jian Yiyang will not only rub her face against her neck, but as her face rubs against Chu Qi's neck, the natural chin will also be rubbed.

This will not shave yet, although the beard is not very prickly, but it still has a slight prickly feeling.

Man, after a night, it's normal for that little bit of stubble to come out.