In a certain way, Al and Amber An Qi'er are also so-called old husbands and wives, after all, even that kind of tongue candy game has been done, and as for things like sleeping and bathing together, they are even more accustomed to it. Ｗww.

So although he felt slightly ashamed of Amber's request, Al still leaned over to meet the moist sky-blue eyes of the little girl opposite.

Ever since that damn candy game, Amber's so-called kisses have long since ceased to be the simple lip touches that they used to be.

So after each end, the two of them would be red-faced and gasping softly.

"It's like this—it's really hard. ”

Al gasped slightly, "Amber, can we kiss like we used to?"

Amber sat down on the stool, her flat chest without the slightest sign of development fell together, and when she heard Al's words, she glared at Al fiercely, and said a little fiercely: "Don't!"

Because of her moist sky-blue eyes, her face as cute as red apples, and her lips that still left the mark of El, this sentence didn't seem too threatening.

"Aren't you tired that way?"

Al sighed.

"Not tired, my parents do it anyway, this is the formal kissing ritual. ”

"But you've just bitten me in the tongue. ”

Amber tilted her head over, and the tips of her ears were red: "Stupid, who told you not to stretch it out well, you really deserve it." ”

Al was speechless.

Why do you have to put your tongues in each other's mouths when you kiss? Isn't that weird?

The little witch deserves to be a little witch, and she always formulates some unreasonable rules, and it would be much better if it was An Qi'er.

"You're thinking about my sister!"

Amber on the other side said loudly to Al.

Al was taken aback.

So close, Al could even clearly see his figure in the other party's blue eyes that were as moist as a lake reflecting the sky.

"Is there anything wrong with thinking about An Qi'er?"

"Yes, you can. Amber thought about it, her face was red, and she didn't know whether she was angry or ashamed: "But it's not okay to be alone with me!"

She stood up suddenly.

Al was taken aback when he saw that the little girl who had only reached his chest was suddenly a head taller than him, and then noticed that the other party was standing on a chair.

Al looked at the beautiful little feet wrapped in cotton socks, and then at the blonde hair on the top of the little girl's head, which seemed to be glowing all the time, and muttered, "It seems to be short again......"

Of course, this muttering was clearly heard by Ambiel, who was close at hand.

"Stupid, you're growing taller again! Growing so fast, are you a weed?"

Amber's eyes widened.

You haven't changed much after knowing each other for so long, so it's clear that you don't grow taller, okay?

Of course, Al only said a few words of slander, and didn't really say it.

As I said before, in addition to his mother, the person Al is most afraid of is the little girl opposite, although if you look at the other party from the outside, the other party is amazingly cute, whether it is the big eyes of the color of the sky, the white and tender skin that is about to come out of the water, the small and delicate little hands and feet, or the cute face that the demon will feel distressed when he sees it, but Al knows very well that the other party is a real little devil.

Whether it's the kind of pestering method that can't be shaken off at all, or the bizarre tricks, this should be a demon's ability when El sees it.

Amber jumped out of her chair, grabbing Al's hand.

Obviously, her hands were smaller and softer than Al's.

She took Al by the hand and walked outside.

"What are you going to do?"

Al couldn't keep up with Amber's pace at all.

"Take a shower, and—"

The girl holding Al's hand did not stop, she lengthened the syllable, then turned her head, and squinted at Al with contempt and said:

"Sleep!"

Following.

Daybreak.

Al woke up from his sleep and felt bound by something soft and sweet, and he wasn't surprised.

Because he knew that the little witch Amber was sticking to his chest at this time, and her hands and feet were wrapped around her body like vines.

You don't need to look at Al to find out.

Slowly withdrew his hands and feet from Amber's entanglement, but the other party did not react in the slightest, obviously sleeping very soundly.

However, this did not come as much surprise to Al.

After all, it was so intense last night.

The two of them fought from bed to bed, from the ground to the sofa, fighting in the dark, sweating, and even the bed was almost shaken down.

Almost broke both pillows.

It is said that Amber clearly claims to be seventeen years old, but she still likes to play pillow fights so much, and she is really a liar, and she must have deliberately said that her age was ten years older in order to take advantage of herself.

Maybe it was because he felt that there was no one to hold him, but at this moment, Amber's eyelashes, which looked like small fans, were shaking slightly, and then slowly opened.

Those eyes, if only slightly closed, were larger than many people's eyes.

"Good morning kiss—"

Amber lengthened her voice, her voice languiding, and she lazily raised her hand to Al and made a hug gesture, and her eyes closed again.

Not enough Al knew that the other party was not asleep at this time, and if he didn't meet her request, he would definitely settle accounts with himself after she got up.

Al leaned down slightly.

The lip flap soon felt the softness and sweetness of the other lip flap.

It's like this for each other.

Although the two of them went to sleep after playing a pillow fight last night, Amber didn't have the smell of sweat that Al smelled on other people, but a sweet smell like dreamy sugar, and it seemed that the more she sweated, the sweeter the smell became.

Suddenly, Al felt as if he was in a candy world, as if everything around him had turned into sweet and delicious food.

This is, of course, just an illusion.

Al knew very well that the source of this was the little girl lying on his bed, curled up in his bed.

It was the smell from her body that turned this qiē into a candy world.

Al had told the little sisters before that there was no need for them to take a bath, because no matter how much they sweated, they would not stink and would smell sweeter and better, but after mentioning this opinion, Al was not surprisingly taught a hard lesson by the sisters.

To be honest, Al did not reject Al when Amber asked Al to kiss him, and many girls in the village mentioned such a request to Elle, but Al refused.

It's not just the relationship between close and far, I'm afraid this is also one of the important reasons. (To be continued.) )>