Chapter Seventy-One: Where to Touch?

Just, what's it?

Hurry up.

Afraid that you will speak too fast and run out of breath?

I don't know if panting will make people die in a hurry?

The anxious poem whispered, and the little mouth was just about to pout.

Jiang Cheng spoke.

"Let me put my hand in."

Poetry whispers: "......"

What?

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Stick your hand in?

Where to reach in?

Reaching into her clothes?

A man in Jiangcheng stuffed his hand into her woman's clothes?

This kind of thing, this kind of thing, how can he be embarrassed to say it?

They're not boyfriend and girlfriend.

You can't confess first.

And then take advantage of me?

I'll let you come here like that.

Not to mention reaching into clothes, even if it is reaching into ......

"I don't want it." The poem whispers cleanly refusal.

"No, you have to."

"No, you can't."

"I really want to try."

"We're not a couple yet, we can't do this kind of thing."

"I'll just touch the back."

Poetry whispers: "......"

Oh no!

It's her who wants to be crooked.

Do you only touch the one in the back?

Why didn't you say it earlier!

It made her blame shy.

Hey!!!

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Seeing the poem whispered no response.

Jiang Cheng shook the woman's delicate body vigorously.

"Hurry up, do you want to give it?"

"Hum ......"

"Hmph, don't you want to say a word?"

"Hum ......"

The poem whispered and wrinkled his little nose.

Reserved as she is, how can she say she is willing?

It must be Jiang Cheng who is a little domineering and forcibly comes.

Then she came and tried to refuse and welcome.

Symbolically resist.

In the end, he was soft in his arms and was bullied casually.

Don't understand this?

"Hmph, if you don't say anything, I'll do it."

I can't stand it anymore.

Why are you so stupid?

The indignant poem whispered a blank look.

"I didn't say no."

"That must have been a tacit acquiescence."

"Meow, are you stupid?"

Angry with her.

 ̄へ ̄

Jiang Cheng, who laughed dryly, hugged Xiao Man's waist tightly.

"I'm afraid you're too shy to refuse."

"Huh...... Auntie hasn't seen any scenes, will she be shy?"

"Yes, yes, an old driver like my aunt is the most calm."

"It's good to know, I didn't say no, that's agree, do you understand?"

"Got it, got it."

As soon as the words fell.

Jiang Cheng covered the mouth of the poem with his hand with his lightning speed.

Then he asked.

"Can I do that with you?"

Suddenly, the poem whispered and her eyes straightened.

stared at Jiang Cheng deadly.

If the eyes are powerful.

Jiang Cheng has died one hundred and eighty times.

I went straight to the Buddha.

How can you bully her like this!

Woowoo......

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She was speechless.

She said that kind of thing again.

Didn't she just acquiesce?

Hahaha......

Jiang Cheng, who was smirking, was amused by the woman.

Covering the palm of the poem's whispering, it's hot and itchy.

The hot breath exhaled from the little nose burned his palms.

Magical, seems to feel a little sweet.

From the depths of my heart, the sweetness that rises.

The palm of the hand, against the woman's lips.

Super soft and a little moist.

It's hard to imagine.

What would it be like to take a bite?

o(^β–½^)o

"Mmmm......mm

Struggling woman, speechless.

It can only make the sound of some kind of small animal.

It's not a normal royal sister sound.

The voice became soft and cute.

provoked Jiang Cheng and laughed into a stunned person.

"That's what you said."

"I didn't say no, I agreed."

"So you agreed?"

Agree with you, big-headed ghost.

How could she possibly agree.

If only I could talk.

She definitely wants to scold Jiang Cheng so badly.

They're not even a couple.

I want to do that kind of thing now, I'm afraid it's not a dream.

She decided.

Even if they become a couple in the future.

Jiang Cheng's perverted kid wants to do that kind of thing.

She's going to refuse!

And again fiercely refused.

Suffocate him, just make him uncomfortable.

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Although the poem whispers and can't speak.

But the strength of the little head shaking.

still made Jiang Cheng clearly perceive the resistance of the poem's whispering.

Molested for so long.

Jiang Cheng, who was satisfied, let go of the poem and whispered.

Liberated!!

In the next second, the poem pounced softly with teeth and claws.

Gentle little hands, pinching and pinching on his arms......

"Bastard, stinky rascal, perverted boy......

"How dare you do such a thing."

"Believe it or not, I'm suing your mother?"

"Did you eat the bear's heart and leopard gall?"

"Now even my aunt dares to tease."

"Do you dare to tease my aunt?"

"Huh? Do you dare?"

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"Don't dare, don't dare."

He said words of confession.

But Jiang Cheng was still smiling.

Shi whispered that he was not willing to pinch him hard at all, okay.

It's like tickling, and I don't feel it at all.

WhewW......

Enough venting.

The poem shrank softly in Jiang Cheng's arms, gasping for breath.

The ruddy little mouth pouted slightly, but it was cute and lovely.

It's a pity that Jiang Cheng didn't see it.

No more.

It's been too long since I exercised.

I can't do it anymore.

Looks like I'm going to be exercising from tomorrow.

If you can't do it.

After that, I had to suffer all the hardships.

┐(-q ο½°; )β”Œ

The room fell silent.

The little head of the poem whispering is buried in Jiang Cheng's neck.

The hot breath that came out of it, scratching his neck.

Like the most tender lover, kiss him around the neck.

It seems to have been kissed, and it seems that there is no kiss.

Being teased, Jiang Cheng couldn't help but tremble slightly.

As a result, Jiang Cheng hugged more and more tightly.

A woman's delicate body doesn't seem to have it

Bone.

No matter how hard you try.

And it's not awkward at all, it's super soft.

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Slowly, Jiang Cheng had a new move.

Behind his back, the warm big hand on Xiao Man's waist moved.

Poetry whispers know.

However, she didn't say anything.

The clothes were lifted up.

It's up!

Immediately after, a large warm hand was attached to his back.

Still no clothes to block it.

The palm was too hot, and the poem shrank softly.

Immediately I relaxed again.

The warm feeling soothed the tension in her heart.

Instead, she reacted and became softer.

It seems to be softening in Jiang Cheng's arms.

It's going to break!

Just touching it won't work.

She's too angry.

Woowoo......

The poetry that cried and chirped in his heart, and smiled softly, couldn't resist Jiang Cheng's palm.

Jiangcheng is cool.

There is no clothing to block it, and the back of the poem whispering is too comfortable.

The skin is slippery and not greasy at all. qs

Soft skin.

made Jiang Cheng feel what it means to blow a bomb and break it.

Completely reluctant to exert force.

For fear of breaking the woman's skin.

Except, of course, in some cases.

At that time, I couldn't pity the fragrance and cherish the jade.

The dog food class has started: sometimes, girls will be embarrassed to say no, so just be domineering, don't be cowardly!