Son wants to sleep with him?

The heart is beating and puffing.

His face was red, his breath was short, and the candle flame was ambiguous......

Huaxin's eyebrows jumped, seeing that she had sacrificed so much, and that he was still so unscrupulous, he couldn't help but sigh, "Monk, didn't the Buddha tell you that the white-faced hibiscus are all fleshy skeletons?"

Told.

But this skeleton is really beautiful.

"Daddy......" the little one cried.

"Your father is ashamed." ”

The face of the same dust as the light became redder and redder.

In order to pick up the dignity in front of his son, he quickly turned over to the couch and lay down straight on the side of the painting.

So, the two old fellows who were defeated in front of the little guy were lying on the same couch with their clothes, so nervous and cramped that they stared at each other, each with their own thoughts, and they were completely sleepy.

"Mother, why don't I have a name?" In the silence, the little one's milky voice relieved the awkward atmosphere.

The painting thought about it for a while, and went to stroke his stomach in a trance, but he stroked the hand of the light and dust, and immediately lit a fire like dry firewood, and withdrew it like an electric shock, his face was red and hot, but he pretended to be calm and said, "Qing Chu Gongzi, call Qing Chu." ”

"How did you come up with this?"

Kazuko Tongchen unconsciously took the hand she wanted to withdraw, put her hand on her own lower abdomen, and covered the back of his hand with his palm.

"Enjoying the flowers in the Qingchen Wind Pavilion, drinking tea in the early snow and warm dew, drinking wine and stepping on horses at the public gate, and returning home at night. "The voice of the painting heart is clear, a chant and a recitation, very beautiful, close to the ears of the light and dust, like an orchid, "I hope that my child can be a rich idler, riding a horse in the early morning to enjoy the flowers, returning home to drink tea at dusk, a safe life, a happy life." ”

She didn't say that in the early Qing Dynasty and early Qing Dynasty, it was actually taken from the sixteen words she sent to Shuyi: only by admiring books can you know Qingyi; ”

Even if Shuyi forgot her original intention, she still couldn't forget him, she thought about it early on, and in the future, their home would be called Yixinlou, and their children would be called Qingchu.

"Daddy, my mother is thinking about other men, why don't you hug her soon. ”

Mother and son are connected, Qing Chu can perceive all the emotions and dreams of Huaxin, he saw the person who wanted to kill his mother in Huaxin's thoughts, and immediately kicked the hand with his foot in a hurry.

Hearing this, Heguang Tongchen leaned his hand behind Huaxin, grabbed her waist, and made Huaxin fall into his arms with a little force.

The convex lower abdomen of the painting heart was attached to the abdomen that was the same as the light, even if it was separated by three or four layers of clothes, the hot temperature still made her heart tremble and wanted to break free.

He Guang Tongchen held her waist and whispered to the painting, "You are cold, Qing Chu was afraid of cold, I will hold it like this, if you don't move, you will be fine." ”

The voice is as low and mellow as an old wine, and it smells intoxicating.

Qing Chu felt the warmth of Heguang Tongchen, and liked him more and more like his father, and happily drew circles on Heguang Tongchen's abdomen with his feet through the belly of the painted heart, "Daddy, you have to hug your mother more in the future, so that Qing Chu will not be cold." “

"Well, good. "With the light and dust, he smiled and bowed low.

"Daddy, I want to eat meat tomorrow. ”

"Good. ”

In the dark night, the corners of his eyes and eyebrows are all smiles that get his wish.

The night is endless, and only the little guy Qingchu sleeps peacefully.

And the two who hugged each other couldn't sleep for a long time, counting each other's heartbeats, listening to each other's breathing, and squeezing the ** inch by inch in their hearts.

The Buddha cannot cross, but can only wait for the salvation of the dawn.