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Chu Qi smiled slyly, "I don't tell you, I want to go." ”

After saying that, one rolled over, nestled into his arms, closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep.

"Seven. ”

His chin arched over her neck socket, and a shallow stubble pierced her tender neck socket.

"Hah...... Itchy, itchy. ”

The seventh day of the first month is very itchy, especially the neck socket, which is almost her weakness, and it is the most itchy part of her body.

Jian Yiyang's shallow scum, not prickly, but it made her itch unbearably.

He smiled and wanted to escape, but he didn't give her the slightest chance to escape.

Hold her waist in place, and let her nest in her arms. And he continued to scratch her with his shallow stubble foam.

"Itchy...... Itchy, don't ...... Don't scratch. ”

Chu Qi fell into his arms and begged, laughing a little awkwardly.

"Isn't it going to be broken?"

Her chin continued to arch over her tender neck socket, and her voice was a little hoarse.

"No, no. I really don't want to, ha...... Ha ha...... Itchy, itchy, don't, don't scratch. ”

Chu Qi laughed and writhed himself while begging him for mercy.

"Seven, beg me. ”

Not only is the chin arched, but even the mouth is used together.

Hu Mo gently pricked her, and her mouth was sucking lightly with great satisfaction.

"Okay, please, I beg you, Yiyang. Don't, don't scratch, I'...... I'm itchy. ”

The itchy and weak Chu Qi, at this moment, no matter what kind of request Jian Yiyang makes, she will respond.

Finally, under the begging and dodging of the seventh day of the first month, Jian Yiyang kindly stopped attacking her. Raise your head and let her go.

As soon as the neck socket was freed, he immediately gasped for breath, and then subconsciously covered his neck tightly with his own hands, preventing him from having another chance to take down the bazaar.

"Jian Yiyang, you hate it!" Protecting his neck with both hands, Chu Qi sneered at him, "I know that people are afraid of itching, and you deliberately prick me with your prickly chin." I hate you, I hate you. ”

As he spoke, he arched his chin with the top of his head.

Jian Yiyang was in a good mood, and she was in a bad mood.

He reached out and stroked his chin, then looked at her with a serious expression.

He didn't speak, just looked at her with his ink-like eyes.

"What's wrong? Is there anything on my face?"

Seeing him looking at himself like this, Chu Qi pestled slightly, then reached out and wiped his cheeks, looking at him blankly.

"Seven," called to her again in a soft and glutinous voice.

"Hmm. She looked up at him with crooked eyes, "What's wrong with you today, why do you keep calling my name." ”

He hooked his lips and smiled, "I can't get enough of it in this life." ”

He took one of her hands and stroked it to his chin, "Is it very prickly?"

The palm crawled at his chin, "It's okay." But you know I have an itchy neck. You're the most annoying, you know that my neck is the most itchy, and you still take your chin and scratch me, badass. ”

The little hand slapped lightly on his stiff chest.

"Get up, little stupid. ”

Suddenly, Jian Yiyang rolled over and sat up from her body, and slapped her hips lightly with his big palm.

The seventh day of the first month directly pulled the quilt, covered his whole head and face, and a muffled voice came out of the quilt: "I'm sorry, you can't bear me! This is my room, my bed!"