"Xiaoxin, if you don't get up again, you're going to be spanked~" A light voice sounded outside the door. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

"Mom, I know~!" The person lying on the dress yelled with the anger of getting up, but with the immature and soft and glutinous voice, it made people feel like they were coquettish again.

Ling Xin sat up but didn't get up, just sat there quietly in a daze.

Who am I?

Last night I had a long dream, in which I was an orphan, an ordinary boy grew up in an orphanage, and then worked part-time to go to work every day, and in the last scene of the dream, the young man repeated a day's work, and returned to a cheap rented house with a body of fatigue, and the only sky lantern in the house shone a lonely shadow. The boy didn't take off his clothes, and he fell asleep on the creaking bed.

The dream was too real, as if it was yesterday, vividly, the little girl sitting on the bed with her hands inserted into her hair, holding her head and frowning, looking at a corner of the room with empty eyes.

Am I that boy? The dream was so real, so real that it was like a memory of a personal experience rather than a dream, like I had really lived from the boy's point of view for twenty-three years.

Bow your head and stretch out your hands in front of you, but this is not the pair of hands that have been weathered and rough because of life in your memory, on the contrary, the petite hands are small and cute, white and tender, not to mention that they have done all kinds of work like the pair of bricks in memory, and even the sharp pebbles make people worry about whether they will scratch the delicate skin, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it can be broken.

Shaking his head, which was still a little dizzy when he got up, he climbed to the floor mirror next to the bed and stood up. When he got out of bed, the little guy realized that he had the residual idea of height, and he sat on one side of the bed and stood on tiptoe and almost touched the ground, and really "crawled" out of bed.

Standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling mirror with his head down, the first thing that catches his eye is the pair of small jade feet, all full and cute, perfect leg shape, and with the little guy's blown-out skin, a word involuntarily appeared in my mind - legs play with the year!

Reaching out and pressing the nightdress on his belly, well, it's good, there is no small belly like an ordinary child.

Look up again.,Well,You can skip it here.,Belong to Lori's chest without any accidents.,It's still a horse Pingchuan.。

The long black silk hung down to the waist, and was not messed up with sleep, but was as smooth as fine silk. The small face, the big eyes are not exaggerated to occupy two-fifths, the delicate nose makes people want to pinch it, and with the natural head slightly tilted to one side of the small mouth slightly open a confused and just woke up expression, I can't help but feel a sentence in my heart "Ah! So cute! ”

After staring at the mirror for a while, Ling Xin turned her head to look at the room with a little embarrassment.

No accident, the pink whitewashed walls, the pink princess bed, and the pink dresser, I feel that such a dreamy and cute standard is worthy of such a cute little Lori. This made Ling Xin feel like-minded with the parents of the little girl who arranged this room.

That's right, after the confusion caused by low blood sugar passed, I cleared my mind, and I really felt that the young man was still himself, although he also had the memory of this little girl named Ling Xin, but compared to the memory of living as "Ling Xin" for 23 years, the memory of Ling Xin's little girl at the age of 11 was more like a dream, and I couldn't help but wonder if the soul entered the body of this little girl like a novel and TV.

The room is not small, but it is a little crowded, that is because it is full of all kinds of things, alone occupies a wall of bookshelves, occupies a large wardrobe on the other side of the bookshelf, a piano, and a box in the corner, no need to open one by one, through the memory of the little girl, I know that there are all kinds of flutes, organs, drawing boards, all kinds of "toys" that the little girl uses for entertainment on a whim, of course, what I am most interested in is the computer next to the pile of boxes, In my memory, I lived alone and saved enough money to buy a second-hand computer that was eliminated by others, and I was depressed when I thought about playing a game, if I remember correctly, the configuration of this computer is still leveraged, although the little girl's memory has only used it to play dress-up games・・・・・・

Reality reminds me all the time that I should be this little girl named Ling Xin, but Ling Xin's memory is so real, is this the so-called past and present life?

"When you get up, hurry up and change your clothes and eat! Do you really want me to spank!" It is estimated that the door opened when she was in a daze just now, and the girl's mother, Li Ting, was gesturing with her hands in the air.

"Mom, I know~!" It wasn't so much a response, but an instinct to say the first time the young man named Ling Xin called out.

turned around and opened the wardrobe slowly, as expected, the eyes were still full of pink, and the pink clothes occupied at least half of the large wardrobe, Ling Xin unconsciously froze.

"Still in a daze! It's going to be late! Li Ting reached to the side of the cabinet and took out one, a small vest?

Li Ting picked up the little girl with one hand, pulled up the loose nightdress and took it off at once, and then put the little girl with only a pair of strawberry panties on the bed and put a small vest on, Ling Xin buried her head in her mother's arms, and let Li Ting tie the strap of the small vest for her, just burying her head greedily breathing this strange and familiar taste that belongs to her mother.

"Smack!" "Asleep again! Said to spank a little ass! Li Ting slapped Ling Xin's little ass with one hand and woke her up.

Listening to the sound, but it didn't hurt at all, Ling Xin looked up at Li Ting pretending to be fierce and couldn't help laughing.

"Still laughing! Get dressed! Li Ting said, her hand movements kept grabbing her little feet and putting on pure white pantyhose, the white pantyhose squeezed the skin around her waist and sunk a little, unlike those black people who wore white clothes to make it more black, and the pure white pantyhose on the body made the pink skin more fair and delicate.

Then put on the light blue and white sailor suit that I thought was a school uniform, and was held by Li Ting and placed on the pair of rabbit cotton slippers on the ground, "Let's go, the food is cold." ”

was led downstairs by Li Ting to the dining table on the first floor and sat down. Before he could pick up the Kao Toast bread in front of him, there was a slight pain in his left cheek, "Give Wo Rice Shou!" (let me go)" reached out and knocked out the evil hand.

"Who made Xiaoxin so cute." raised his head and glared at the elder brother named Ling Hao in his memory.

"It's still a milky smell." Ling Hao withdrew his hand and put it under his nose and asked.

Ling Xin rubbed her cheek and was pinched, in fact, her brother didn't use any force, but this body was too sensitive, and such a slight feeling could be felt.

Ling Yu, the father next to him, smiled and watched the interaction between the two, "I'm sorry, interrupt." If you don't hurry, it's going to be too late. ”

"yes, okay, Dad."

Is it this strange and familiar feeling again, greedily breathing in the air called warmth, this is the feeling of relatives?