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"Seven, seven," the man whispered as he rubbed his chin against Hatsuchi's silky neck.

Chu Qi's neck is afraid of itching, which is definitely famous.

With Jian Yiyang's deliberate misuse, the seventh "giggled" and hid.

Reaching out to resist his attack, he tilted his head and tilted his body, trying to dodge his attack.

"Itchy, itchy, itchy!" Chu Qi smiled, his whole body slumped on Jian Yiyang's body, and then all the toothpaste bubbles on his mouth naturally smeared on Jian Yiyang's body.

"Seven, itchy?" the man stopped rubbing, and looked at her with narrow phoenix eyes as if he had been quenched, and a wicked smile on the corner of his lips, saying meaningful and easily misleading words.

In fact, these words are deliberately misleading and luring the seventh day of the first month.

Chu Qi's fingers poked the man's stiffly bound chest one by one, and he gritted his teeth and said with a generous face: "It's not itchy!"

Dig a pit and want me to jump?

Hmph, if I don't get what I want, I won't jump down.

I put up with it.

When there is a time in the seventh year of junior high school, it is still very backbone.

Just like this, the man's eyes, tone, and bad expression all told her that she needed to be cautious about traps and pits here.

Therefore, even if it was itchy and uncomfortable by his scum, Chu Qi gritted his teeth and endured it.

Seeing this, Jian Yiyang hooked his lips and smiled, and the meaning of his smile was unfathomable.

Then the deep eagle-like ink eyes narrowed into a thin curved line, looking at the woman who gritted her teeth and endured it with a smile.

After five seconds......

The chin with the stubble foam attacked the little woman again, "Seven, if it's not itchy, then help you scratch it again, scratch it until you itch." ”

"Ah...... , hahahaha......"

Chu Qi's soft smile fell into Jian Yiyang's arms, dodging, resisting, and pushing back, it was useless.

The strength of women and men is already so different.

And this will, Jian Yiyang made it clear that she had to scratch her until she begged for mercy.

Yes, Chu Qi's hands were clasped behind him, her slender waist was fixed by him, and even her legs were clamped by him.

The seventh day of the first month was so without resistance that he let him scratch, stab, rub, grind, and couldn't move at all.

I don't know when the toothbrush in my hand is gone, and the jasmine fragrance of toothpaste still shines in my mouth.

With the "hahaha" laughter of the seventh day of the first month, the jasmine fragrance sprayed on Jian Yiyang's face.

The faint fragrance of jasmine, mixed with her fragrance, is so that it makes men feel relaxed and comprehended. It also has a feeling of urgency and comfort.

"Itchy, itchy, Yiyang, really itchy. I surrender, I surrender, I don't bend, I don't bend. I begged for mercy, I really begged for mercy, I didn't harden my mouth, I couldn't bear it anymore. ”

Finally, Chu Qi still begged for mercy, all the backbone, heroism, in front of this man, it was all useless.

Finally, with the begging for mercy from the seventh day of the first month, Jian Yiyang stopped tickling and stopped rubbing her chin against her.

Looking at Chu Qi, who was blushing because of her laughter, her eyes were like torches, and she let go of her right hand that was clasping her hands, and her thumb and thumb touched her jade-like cheeks, gently and gently gently.