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She nodded honestly again.

She was sad and thought she had hurt Yan Ye.

If Yan Ye didn't feel hurt, it wouldn't be something worth crying about.

"Uncle, I showed you a text message because this strange number sent me a picture like this and said something like that, so I went back to our group photo...... You see. ”

Lian Xinying took the initiative to explain the matter to Yan Ye clearly, hoping to help.

Yan Ye sat lazily on the edge of the bed, and after taking her mobile phone, the uncle generally ordered: "Rub your legs." ”

"Oh, uncle, do you want to rub your thighs or your calves? Do you want to be lighter or heavier? Lian Xinying immediately squatted down, hugged his calves, and asked.

"Both."

Two words, two questions answered.

Lian Xin greeted him and cherished words like gold, thinking that he was angry, so he hung his head and honestly rubbed his legs.

Yan Ye didn't look at her text messages, but clicked on her photo album.

Probably girls love to take selfies, and even Xinying is no exception.

There are many photos in her album, some of them are selfies, some of them are candid solo photos of Yan Ye or a group photo of the two.

Yan Ye squinted his fox eyes, flipped through the photos one by one, and the more he looked at it, the more opinions in his heart grew.

"Do you know why I'm angry?" Yan Ye put down the phone and stared at her simple little face.

Lian Xinying pursed her red lips and replied consciously: "Because I made a mistake." ”

"Because you made me so ugly!"

……

That's why Yan is so angry.

It's okay to take a group photo, why not take a handsome picture of him?

When Yan Ye saw the photo of the two of them on the news, he was most angry about this.

She took a beautiful picture of herself.

"Uncle, who still pays attention to the angle when taking pictures secretly!"

"You're still justified in secretly filming! And secretly took so many ......"

"Is there any difference between taking one and taking a hundred?" Connecting hearts and ears, sharp teeth and quibbles.

Little hands rubbed and rubbed to his knees.

Yan Ye's eyes deepened, and he lifted her up and put her on the bed.

Soon, his lean and powerful body overwhelmed her.

"There should be no difference between pressing once and pressing a hundred times, right?" Yan Ye opened her mouth, her fingers lightly picking at her small chin.

Lian Xinying didn't expect him to come to this trick, his little face was flushed, and he didn't know how to fight back.

"Uncle, are you really okay? The newspapers are out, and I want to do something to make it up to you. ”

What Lian Xinying meant by this sentence was that she needed a platform to explain the matter to the outside world.

And Yan Ye and her train of thought are not at the same point at all.

"Well, make up for it now."

He lowered his head and lifted the hem of her skirt.

She was wearing last night's nightdress, her hair was also messy, and her body was tense from tension after the hem of her skirt was lifted by him.

The red eyes looked at him, and the deer in his heart was tumbling around, nervous and panicked.

As he lifted the hem of his skirt to her waist, she felt another signal from her body.

"Hmm...... Uncle, I'm hungry......"

She hadn't eaten anything or drunk any water today, and Yan Ye felt hungry when she came back.

But Yan Ye mistakenly took her 'I'm hungry' as a begging-pleasure meaning.

"How do you want me to feed you?" His hand slid between her slender legs little by little, and his voice smacked of bewitchment.

After Lian Xinying felt his fingers, his body twisted uneasily: "I want to eat ......" Before he could say anything, his fingers eagerly slid in.