It's a very warm hot pot restaurant, unlike the last time the little family gas, but the taste is more authentic, the kind of hot and spicy released from the stomach, warm to the soles of the feet, warm all around like hugging a big stove, three or two satisfied stretch a lazy mouth and crush the thought, "Ah, this feeling of warming from the stomach to the soles of the feet is really enjoyable, but it's a pity that I can't eat anymore, there are so many left." ”

"Silly girl, it seems that you have been eating, and I haven't eaten much!"

Sanliang is a little embarrassed, he has been eating since he came in, and the other party seems to have been watching himself eat, blushing and lowering his eyebrows to show shyness.

Ding Xiuming saw it in his eyes and was happy in his heart.

"How do you eat so little?"

Ding Xiuming wanted to tell this silly girl that she didn't like hot pot very much, but no, the words came to her lips, "I've always eaten very little, am I full?" ”

"Full, full, this should be the fullest I've eaten in this situation for the first time."

"Under what circumstances?"

"It's the subordinates and the leaders going out to eat together."

Ding Xiuming reached out to pull his little hand that was slightly sweating after three or two meals, "I'm not your leader, I want to be your lover"

She lowered her head and frowned slightly, wanting to pull her hand out, but she couldn't pull it back after exhausting her strength.

Ding Xiuming just kissed the little hand that was holding a little sweat by himself, and then pulled the obedient girl into the car.

It's still that road, Sanliang is nervous and expectant, and the sweetness of this contradiction makes Sanliang both scared and entangled.

The little hand that was held tightly by Ding Xiuming pressed her nails into her palms three or two, trying to make herself awake by the pain, but she couldn't feel the pain.

It's still that villa, Ding Xiuming pulled Sanliang from the first floor to the upstairs bedroom, unhurried, unhurried and impatient according to his own rhythm, little by little Sanliang's coat was removed, Sanliang's body began to tremble, his eyes were closed tightly, and the music from the record player was melodious, she had heard it, but she didn't know if it was nervous or what, she couldn't remember.

"Open your eyes and look at me, open your eyes, my silly girl."

Sanliang was peeled into a shallot like this, the young body, the taste of youth, the sweet temptation of honey-colored skin, there was not a single pore in the orange light, and the tiny hairs in the ears trembled because of the shaking of the body, Ding Xiuming When the music was about to be repeated, he pulled this girl with the taste of youth mint and coolness into his arms, and then Sanliang felt the dizziness of the whirlwind, and the hollowness of the body that was so soft that he collapsed, and he was eager to be filled.

Ding Xiuming saw the little woman under him who he thought about day and night trembling all over, her body was spasmodic, and her expression changed from frightened to gorgeous, and he was proud in his heart.

Is this the climax? Sanliang finally understands that the climax is something that you don't need to guess to know clearly, and, in that moment, you have the fear of falling off a cliff.

Sanliang stared at the ceiling with big eyes, unable to see what he was thinking, Ding Xiuming turned on the air conditioner to the maximum, and the sweat that came out of his excitement was sticky on his body, just like washing in the humid and sultry weather in summer.

Ding Xiuming brushed the hair on Sanliang's forehead like last time, then approached, grinding between his ears and temples, "Say you love me," but the anesthetic-like softness made Sanliang unable to say a word.

"Someday you'll say it yourself."

Silent, continue to be silent. I don't know how long, maybe it's a long night, Sanliang's eyes are slightly open, his mouth is slurred and muttering, his muscles are so tense that he is unprepared to relax, the soreness is so weak that it should be this feeling.

Three or two heads slumped into the soft white pillow, Ding Xiuming couldn't tell whether it was the whiteness of her face or the whiteness of the pillow.

Night has already fallen, and the room is still lit with orange lights, and the slight orange honey color reveals the ambiguity of the night.

"Get up, my three taels."

There was no sound, and there was a steady sound of footsteps coming from the somewhat dim room, Ding Xiuming walked from the bright living room to the orange honey room, and he only saw the half of his cheeks flowing in the pillow. Why is it so much like Yu Ji's red marks?

"What's wrong? Hungry, go out to eat! ”

"I'm so tired and don't want to go out."

Ding Xiuming saw that the little girl who was just starting to experience buried her face in the pillow shyly, and he was extremely proud in his heart, my silly girl, he shook his head, and then rubbed the mint with his broad hand

"Then you can lie down for a while, and I'll get someone to bring the food."

got up and went to the living room, hiding in the quilt and lightly buttoning his nails with his fingers, and the joy or sorrow in his heart was indescribable.

It feels much better to be loved than to be struggling to be sought, and of course, Sanliang has not experienced the emotion of asking for it. Some women are just very lucky, and they don't have to pay to get it.

Three or two got up and put on her clothes, the temperature in the air was still the moment she lifted the quilt, the hairs stood on end, and the pores opened. She strolled barefoot like a cat to the living room, looking at Ding Xiuming's beautiful side face under the bright light.

As soon as he raised his eyes, Ding Xiuming saw the eyes of the half moon, barefoot, white as lotus seeds, his toes beating helplessly, so cute, Ding Xiuming put down the book in his hand, hooked his hands three or two and said

"Come here,"

Sanliang passed as soft as seaweed, sitting on his side, Ding Xiuming lifted Sanliang's feet and put them on his lap

"I'll Read It to You"

“Je t'aime

o

seuleme

t pou

ce que tu pou

ce que je suis qua

d

ous，sommes e

semble.

J'ai mis tes pe

les comme mo

cœu

, cette vie je

e t 'ai pas dema

dé de quelqu'u

, je vous p

ie, s'il te plaît, tu fais ma ché

ie。 I love you, not only because you are you, but also because I find myself whenever we are together, I see you as a pearl in my long years, I have never begged anyone else in this life, I solemnly pray for you, please be my intimate lover"

Ding Xiuming speaks French, and Ding Xiuming should have the romantic feelings of a French man, maybe there are some things he still can't say.

"What did you say? Is it French? ”

Ding Xiuming smiled and said another paragraph, he always said vaguely, which was elusive.

"The peach is dying, scorching its bloom. The son is home, and it is appropriate for him to live in his room.

The peach is dying, and there is a fact. The son is home, and his family room is appropriate.

The peach is dying, and its leaves are blooming. The son is home, and it is suitable for his family. ”

Sanliang thought that what Ding Xiuming said just now was the meaning of this poem? With a slightly red face, Ding Xiuming sighed in his heart, "My silly girl, do you know? ”

Then he raised his feet on his knees like honey lotus in the light, kissed from his ankles to the instep, and retracted his feet a little shyly and stubbornly.

When the doorbell rang Ding Xiuming got up, Sanliang looked at the back of this man and couldn't say anything strange in his heart, this man couldn't say what was good, but he was a little trapped in his tenderness, and he was a little happy, some of the words were very right, "Women are always injured by a man, and they will throw themselves into the arms of another man," what is going on with himself?