Chapter 909 Warmth Sprinkles a Room (Page 1/1)

Xu Moran opened his eyes and was thinking about what Huo Yuhan just said: 'Sluts have their own harvest'......

Being held in the arms of the man behind her, she somehow had some insomnia, and after struggling for a long time, she decided to get up and walk.

Thinking about whether it would be better to fall asleep after a walk?

Xu Moran was just about to get up when he was grabbed by an arm, and a low and pleasant male voice came from behind him, softening Xu Moran's ears with a hint of warmth.

"Where are you going?"

"Did I wake you up?" Xu Moran answered the question, she didn't want to say that she had insomnia, she was afraid that Huo Yuhan wouldn't sleep well because of her.

"Can't sleep?" Huo Yuhan helped Xu Moran sit up, he held her shoulder and looked soft, since his mother-in-law's painting was lost, his little wife's sleep quality has also dropped sharply.

He had to get the painting back quickly, and if he continued like this, he would be unbearable if she didn't collapse.

I also feel sorry for her being pregnant with a child, and she is still under so much pressure in her heart.

"Sort of." Xu Moran still told the truth after facing Huo Yuhan's deep and dark eyes.

Because she knew that even if she told a lie, Huo Yuhan would demolish her, so it was better to tell the truth.

"Since you can't sleep, why don't you do some pre-bed exercise......" After Huo Yuhan's words were finished, he had already stroked the back of Xu Moran's head and kissed it.

These days, he deliberately restrained his lust, firstly, because he was afraid of hurting the child, and secondly, because he was afraid that he would hurt her without knowing the severity.

But on this day, he actually felt that her insomnia gave him a good excuse to have fun.

Between the hot kisses and grinding, Huo Yuhan whispered in Xu Moran's ear, "Xiao Mo knows if you have been hungry for me?" ”

Suddenly, Xu Moran blushed to the root of her ears, and she whispered in her heart: This man is really shameless!

Occasionally, a low moan gently escaped from Xu Moran's mouth, and warmth sprinkled all over the room......

Isn't that exactly what the so-called fragrant sweat is?

Before Fan Yinkong sent Bai Tao back to school, he also took her to the supermarket to buy a lot of delicious food, and saw Bai Tao's eyes crooked with a smile.

Xiao Yinzi has a sense of accomplishment.

"I want to drink yogurt......" Bai Tao pulled the corner of Fan Yinkong's clothes, wanting to hook his arm but not daring, it was really funny to look at.

Fan Yinkong looked sideways at the corner of his clothes that had been pulled up and smiled happily, and he said, "Buy." ”

This 'buy' was very domineering, and Bai Tao's whole person was handsome by Fan Yinkong, except for the stupid smile, there was still a smirk.

After Fan Yinkong put a few bottles of yogurt into the shopping cart, he pushed the cart with one hand, and deliberately put one hand in front of Bai Tao.

His brown eyes were as warm as the wind.

Bai Tao looked at the palm stretched out towards her, and said in a daze: "Huh? ”

She knows how cold the little brother is, but is this hand serious?

"To tie or not? If you don't lead me, you just push the cart. Fan Yinkong's clear and bright eyes were filled with a charming smile.

But that smile still has something to do with coolness.

Bai Tao hurriedly grabbed the big hand, and she responded with a stupid smile: "Hold the ......" After speaking, the ten fingers were clasped together.

Her heart was beating faster and faster, and she finally felt the feeling of interlocking her fingers!

It's so sweet that it explodes!

Fan Yinkong looked sideways at the top of the girl's jet-black hair, the smile on the corner of his mouth deepened little by little, and there was a trace of not too obvious red on his face.

Undoubtedly, that is a sign of shyness.

Bai Tao took Fan Yinkong's hand all the way out of the supermarket, sometimes lowering her eyes and smirking, sometimes peeking at the handsome man beside her.

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