After everything was done, Tang Chujiu got into bed, stretched out his little hand, and in the moonlight, he traced Song Lanjun's thick eyebrows, starry eyes, straight nose, and thin lips. Yu Xuan and Xiao

Tang Chujiu's fingers rubbed back and forth on Song Lanjun's thin lips.

There was a warm touch on his lips, Song Lanjun opened his eyes, and under the moonlight, Tang Chujiu's misty eyes, the water and light flowed, and it was moving.

Under the gaze of his sweetheart, Tang Chujiu had a blush on his face, but he took the initiative to offer red lips and was gentle in every way.

Song Lanjun has been in love for half a year, and he has not had the joy of fish and water, Tang Chujiu's initiative, plus incense, zuihou, in the end, he is emotional, and he is fierce, too eager, Tang Chujiu is not completely ready, Song Lanjun has already rushed in, regardless of the pleasure of seeking, Tang Chujiu felt very painful, and exclaimed: "Seventeen ......"

The man on his body did not stop, but became more violent, Tang Chujiu inhaled deeply, stretched out his hand, and circled Song Lanjun's waist. Try to relax and cater to it.

Song Lanjun's strength became more and more fierce every time, and he was crazy......

Finally, he lay on top of her wet, and the pleasure he had vented made his body still tremble lightly.

Tang Chujiu's whole body was sore, and his whole body was about to fall apart.

Song Lanjun had already fallen asleep.

Tang Chujiu got up after a while, went to fetch hot water, wiped the body of Song Lanjun and himself, and then poured out the incense, opened the window to ventilate, and then climbed into bed, snuggled into the man's warm arms, closed his eyes, and fell into a deep sleep, he was too tired and tired.

Early in the morning, Song Lanjun woke up first, looked at Tang Chujiu in his arms, and the two people in the quilt were not wearing an inch, and immediately realized the clouds and rain Wushan last night, frowned slightly, and got up after a while. Tang Chujiu was too tired and tired last night to be awakened.

After Song Lanjun got out of the courtyard, the first thing he did was to find Steward Liu: "What's the matter?" ”

Steward Liu reported: "Last night, Miss Nine ......"

After Song Lanjun pondered for a long time, there was a smile on the corner of her mouth, it seems that the conversation between her mother and Chu Jiu played a role, well, it is rare to take the initiative, this is very good.

Tang Chujiu slept until three o'clock in the morning before getting up, it had been a long time since he had slept like this, and as soon as he moved, his whole body was sore.

Seeing that Tang Chujiu woke up, Hu Yue blushed, went to prepare hot water, and then helped Tang Chujiu to soak in.

Soaking in the hot water, Tang Chujiu let out a comfortable long breath. It hasn't been cloudy and rainy for a long time, and Seventeen is so violent......

After taking a bath, while eating, I heard that the outside was gradually becoming lively, and looked at the sky, it was time for Shen, Tang Chujiu asked Hu Yue to retreat, and after a while, he trembled his legs, climbed the towering tree in the courtyard, hid himself in the dense leaves in the heights, and watched more and more guests in the house.

Tang poetry and painting are coming. The hands are like soft wattles, the skin is like clotted fat, the collar is like a grub, the teeth are like a rhinoceros, turning around and walking, just like the willow shaking flower and smiling at the beginning of the year, the posture is natural, occupying all the romance, a look of the city, and the painting is like a painting. And the first talented woman deserves to occupy the first place, and between her gestures, she is even more beautiful.

Looking at the twenty-eight years of Tang Shihua's paintings, his face is like a flower, and his youth is just right, Tang Chujiu sighed, compared with her, he is really old, yes, more than eight months older than seventeen. This year, it is twenty-three, and a month later, that is, the ninth day of October, it is the birthday of Tang Chujiu and the twenty-fourth year.

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