In fact, the panda cub didn't say anything, and fell asleep.

Mu Ruojin, who fantasized about the situation of raising cubs in the future, sighed softly.

See, this is the difference between having panda cubs and not having panda cubs.

Sweet annoyances.

I fantasized a lot, and I was sweet by myself.

Mu Ruo was satisfied and picked up the black and white ball.

It was placed on a soft bed.

It's the embarrassment that looks at himself.

There was always a smile on the corner of his lips, and he looked a little elegant and noble, but his eyes were slightly cold.

Profiteers and goodness are false.

It is to let you see this picture of getting along well, so that you can better pit your money.

Anyway, I cleaned myself up.

He was wearing a wide bathrobe, his black hair was casually stroked aside, and water beads slipped down the roots of his hair, all the way across his perfect side face, sex|||The Adam's apple finally fell into the ravine of the collarbone, and as he walked forward, it slid down again, sliding into his clothes.

Mu Ruojin had already walked to the side of the bed and looked at the little hairy dumplings lying on his bed.

Xiao Maotuan is still sleeping, what was put on the bed before, and what is still the appearance now, there is no intention of waking up at all.

Looking at the appearance of Xiao Mao Tuanzi, Mu Ruojin's eyes were slightly deep, and finally his blue eyes narrowed slightly, and he raised his feet and went to bed.

Lazily propped himself up, lying on the bed on his side, with a pair of blue eyes, looking at Qinghui without blinking.

Qinghui slept deeply, but she could still feel the gaze of the people around her.

There was a person who looked at herself with an extraordinarily hot look, even if she was quite familiar with this person's breath, she still unconsciously sobered up, a pair of black eyes opened, a little dazed looking at the guy who was already lying in front of her, with a fresh smell on his body.

It took a long sleep before I realized that I had changed places.

The little head turned around from side to side, looked at it, and then propped up its little body and squatted on his bed.

Because of the wisdom, it has become a monster relationship, the other party has been in shape for so long, and he is still a small and soft one, sitting on the bed, it seems that he still can't come back to his senses.

Decadent and a little confused.

"Huh?"

In fact, it's no wonder that Qinghui can't come back to his senses.

Even if Qinghui doesn't pay attention to other aspects, he doesn't bother to care about where he sleeps.

But suddenly, from the primeval jungle to the high-tech modern age, the painting style has become too fast, and it still makes people a little confused.

Qinghui raised his little paw.

Keep your little head down.

The kid looked stunned, and Mu Ruojin looked funny.

The snow-white fingertips reached over and touched Qinghui's little paws.

Lord Spirit Sword slept in a daze, and subconsciously hooked his fingertips with his soft little paws, and snorted softly.

Apparently didn't wake up.

Imagine a picture of a small black and white hair ball that is soft and high-fives you.

Qinghui hadn't reacted yet.

The body was directly hugged into the arms with a faint fragrance of shower gel.

Having just been picked up from the jungle, Qinghui was still covered with the dust from the previous fall.

looked at the snow-white chest in front of him, and then looked at his little hair that was wet with water droplets on the man's body.

Qinghui raised his claws, and the small claws snapped, pressing a small black paw print on his chest.