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The moonlight was like water, quietly slipping in through the gap in the curtain, shining on Fang Yujia's pretty face.

Fang Yujia was wearing pajamas, lying quietly on the snow-white bed, but she couldn't sleep. Put on her headphones and turn on the familiar Wling-in-e-un, the scene of the little uncle giving her cherry tomatoes before replayed in her mind over and over again, making her unable to calm down for a long time.

The little uncle likes her, this is something she has known for a long time, and it is not unexpected.

She has taken care of her brother-in-law for nearly two years, and her brother-in-law has expressed his "interest" in her many times.

But at that time, in her heart, the little uncle was completely different from before, and because she learned that it was not Zhang Lan's own daughter, the little uncle became the only concern in her heart.

She had accepted the cherry tomatoes from her uncle out of impulse, and she knew what it meant, but she was a little conflicted when she thought about it now.

Xiao Cheng now has two women, Table Qinglian and Liu Yiyi, and will have a family in the future, although the hermit family can be approved to have polygamy privileges, but it is not something that she can accept with a higher education.

"What do you want to do with so much?"

Fang Yujia thought of this, laughed at herself, now the Fang family's forced marriage has not been resolved, she may have to leave Huhai quietly after the Spring Festival, why worry so much, just feel happy and cherish the present, isn't it?

"Ahh

At this moment, a woman's gasp came from next door, which made Fang Yujia, who had just tried her best to persuade herself to cherish the present, her face couldn't help but turn red when she heard it, how could she cherish this "now"?

It's a little too immoral, so loud, it's like the whole world knows.

Fang Yujia guessed that there must be a hand-to-hand war between men and women next door.

She struggled to convince herself that this was all an important part of human reproduction. It is the foundation of the continuation of human beings, and it is a very scientific and normal thing, but no matter what, I still can't convince myself, and I still feel extremely uncomfortable.

finally turned into a faint sigh, who let her stand up to such a little uncle.

............

More than forty minutes passed, and Xiao Cheng frowned and looked at the table Qinglian lying on the bed.

His woman rolled on the bed in extreme pain, and even tore the nightdress because of the pain, he was very uncomfortable, but there was no pain of breaking the cocoon, where did the amazing butterfly come from. This pain must be suffered.

"Cough-" Table Qinglian, who was lying on the messy bed, let out a light cough, her long eyelashes trembled, and finally regained her senses.

Xiao Cheng breathed a sigh of relief, and the body shaping was finally completed without danger.

"Qinglian, how are you feeling now?" Xiao Cheng looked worried.

Table Qinglian came back to her senses for a while, glanced at Xiao Cheng, her eyes were a little wooden, and only after a minute did she say quietly: "It hurts my sister to death, you should make it clear in the future." This is called extreme pain, this is called pain. ”

Xiao Cheng smiled slightly, and the table Qinglian finally recovered.

Table Qinglian moved, and touched her face again. But he took off a piece of tan dead skin, put it in front of his eyes and looked at it, was startled, and quickly stood up. He looked around and looked horrified.

"What's wrong with me?" "What's wrong with me?" exclaimed Table Qinglian, who called herself sister, mother, aunt, etc. This time, he called himself me, which shows how frightened I am.

Women, how can they not care about their appearance, especially beautiful women, table Qinglian is inevitably vulgar.

"It's okay, just take a bath!" Xiao Cheng comforted.

When Table Qinglian heard this, she hurriedly ran to the bathroom, and she didn't notice that she was naked, but there was only one man in the villa, Xiao Cheng, so don't worry.

The last thing women want to be seen ugly by the men they care about.

Table Qinglian has just been shaped now, and she is not in good shape, Xiao Cheng is worried, and follows.

Table Qinglian turned on the faucet and rinsed herself from top to bottom, all the dead skin on her body was washed away, revealing her skin as clean as jade, the skin seemed to be coated with a thin film, and it looked like there was a faint luster, and the whole person's temperament changed greatly and was full of spiritual charm, like a transcendent Xuannu.

Xiao Cheng closed the door of the bathroom and looked at the table Qinglian, and couldn't help but be stunned.

I saw that there was no trace of fat on the body of Table Qinglian, her body was slender, her body was like jade, and there was a sense of freshness everywhere on her body, just like a newborn baby, and there was no hair in her private parts.

Not only that, the exaggerated tattoo on the back disappeared, there was no imperfection on the body, and the whole intricately carved work of art, water droplets slipped down the skin, like dew rolling over lotus leaves.

Although Xiao Cheng and Table Qinglian have been together for some years, they can be regarded as old husbands and wives, but at this time, their hearts are pounding, their breathing is a little short, and a rather spectacular tent is raised under their crotch.

At this time, he didn't have any reason to hesitate, took off his clothes and pants, and gently wrapped his hands around the thin waist of Table Qinglian.

Table Qinglian was hugged by Xiao Cheng from behind, and immediately felt a hot and hard object staring at her behind her, her eyes were like silk, and she stretched out her soft jade hand to hold Xiao Cheng's root.

Xiao Cheng was stimulated by this, his breathing was a little faster, he reached out and touched the smooth private parts of Table Qinglian, stretched out his finger and flicked it on a red bean, Table Qinglian let out a coquettish gasp, and then stretched his finger into the depths of the flower path, and Table Qinglian's entire delicate body suddenly softened.

It's been six years, and for six years, neither of them has really had a house, although they entered the daisies some time ago, but these are completely different things.

The two of them were out of control, Table Qinglian bent down, grabbed the handrail on the wall with her hand, closed her eyes, and waited for Xiao Cheng to whip her to her heart's content.

Xiao Cheng straightened his waist and got on the gun, and he went straight into the depths of the flower path like a bamboo, and a wave of heat rose all over his body, and he only felt extremely happy.

After six years, this time the private parts of Table Qinglian oozed red blood.

The two of them constantly switch battlefields, from the bathroom to the living room, to the bedroom, on the sofa, on the table, on the bed, on the wall, on the floor, Table Qinglian tries to cater to Xiao Cheng, because she has practiced jiu-jitsu since she was a child, and her body is flexible.

Table Qinglian can't remember how many times he lost it, and Xiao Cheng can't remember how many times, since his body inexplicably gained a pure yang qi, his desire in this regard has become extremely strong.

At the end of the song, the table Qinglian was lying on the bed with a gossamer, Xiao Cheng was also exhausted, the two looked at each other, looked at each other and smiled, all without saying a word.

Xiao Cheng hugged Table Qinglian into his arms, kissed Table Qinglian's smooth forehead, and said softly: "Thank you all these years!"

Table Qinglian was very satisfied, although she had been widowed for six years, she had all been fished back tonight, hearing Xiao Cheng's words, she just smiled coquettishly, but she felt that Xiao Cheng's little brother raised his head.

Table Qinglian glanced at Xiao Cheng with a white face, and said coquettishly: "I can't come again, I'm a little unbearable!"

Hearing Table Qinglian's extremely small woman's coquettishness, Xiao Cheng's heart softened, this is probably the first time that Table Qinglian, the eldest sister of the black * society, has shown her little daughter's expression.

The two looked at each other speechlessly on the bed, warm and reminiscing.

At this time, there was a knock on the door, and a weak voice came from outside the door: "Brother Xiao, are you there?

(To be continued......)

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