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"Are you doing something?"

Jian Mingchao asked Lan Muge, who was lying down, with a straight face.

Lan Muge pursed his lips and smiled mysteriously: "I always come up with a solution, even if you want to do it or not." Okay, super, go to sleep, I'm tired today, I see you, this spirit has not been very good today. ”

"This is a trouble, can I be in good spirits?" Jian Mingchao shook his head helplessly, and reached out to turn off the wall lamp.

The cell phone on the bedside table rings.

"It's so late, who's looking for you?"

Lan Muge nestled in his arms, looking up at him by the dim light.

Reaching out and taking the phone, he glanced at the caller ID, and Jian Mingchao frowned slightly, showing a slight displeasure.

"What's wrong, what's wrong?"

Seeing his expression, Lan Muge asked with a concerned expression.

"Hey!" Jian Mingchao picked up the phone.

“......”

"You made a mistake. After speaking, he hung up the phone directly, and said to Lan Muge, who was looking up at him, "I made the wrong call, go to sleep." "Just turn off the phone, throw it on the bedside table, turn off the light and sleep.

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The man hugged the woman tightly, although it was tight, but it was very gentle.

Looking at her, her eyes are no longer as cold and ruthless as usual, but full of tenderness and gentleness.

Slender fingers, more beautiful than the pianist, gently hooked her pointed chin, making her raise her eyes to meet his jade-like eyes.

His facial features are so exquisite, as if they are carved out of a ghostly axe, which makes her fascinated and obsessed.

She couldn't take her eyes off hers, so stunned, stupid, staring directly at him without blinking.

Looking at him, looking at him, it's so pleasing to the eye. It's so fascinating.

He was no longer cold, no longer indifferent, no longer speaking ill of her, but looking at her as gently as water.

It's as if she's his baby.

The woman, confused with her eyes, is also obsessed with the heartbeat.

His gentleness is no longer alone in the seventh day of the first month.

At this moment, there is no seventh day of the first month, and there are only two of them in the big room.

They looked at each other, she was a bird, and he was warm.

When the clothes were untied, he caressed her jade-like skin very gently, inch by inch, kissing, loving and pity.

She squinted softly, enjoying his tenderness and feeling his intimate touch.

It's very comfortable, like a cloud, giving her a light and soft feeling.

The heart was beating violently.

The body is inexplicably hot, but the whole body is comfortable.

She caressed his neck with both hands, and he buried his head in her chest, licking and licking her little by little, loving her.

"Woo......"

She groaned softly, and the bones in her body were numb.

Bowing slightly, she moved closer to him, wanting more.

However, as she approached slightly, he stepped back a little.

The more she leaned towards him, the farther away he was from her.

It's uncomfortable, she doesn't like it.

She didn't want him to get farther and farther away from her, she finally had the opportunity to get in touch with him so closely, why did he stay away?

Don't, she doesn't want that!

She wants to be with him, and she doesn't want that slut from the seventh year of Chu to snatch him.

He is hers, not the seventh of the first month.

"Don't, don't leave me!Don't snatch him!Yiyang, don't leave me!Seventh year, you slut, get out!"