Pampering the sea

The woman's eyes were still closed, she didn't even turn over, and her hands were perfectly placed in their original positions. It seemed that the series of actions just now were just a human illusion.

The other protagonist of the incident obviously did not believe that this was an illusion. The fallen little witch mouse hugged its painful head and stood up aggrievedly. Looking at the woman lying on the couch, the little witch mouse's bright black eyes gradually faded away. A raging fire was ignited, imitating the movement of human beings to roll their sleeves when they started fighting, the little witch mouse scratched its hands heroically, took a step back and started running, its whirlwind legs were about to jump close to the pole of the recliner where the woman was sleeping, suddenly, puff With a sound, this ambitious little witch mouse stepped on the stagnant water, slipped on the soles of its feet, and fell to the ground in embarrassment.

The little witch mouse was furious, spitting at the puddle of water under its feet, bared its small white front teeth, and let out a chirping sound, looking extremely angry.

After the anger was over, this little thing learned from the pain and stood up again tragically. His black eyes were full of perseverance and determination to take revenge. It tore off a piece of cloth from the table cloth that fell to the ground next to it. Like humans, they wrap cloth around their heads to show their struggle, but because they miscalculated the size of their own heads, the cloth covered their eyes and mouth. Because the little witch mouse often crawls and walks, when wrapping the cloth with its front legs , the center of gravity was unstable, and the anger was overwhelming because of covering the head, so the poor little thing accidentally fell to the ground with a plop.

Anxiously throwing off the abrasive cloth, the little witch mouse rose for the third time. It might feel that a series of things were too embarrassing, so it became more and more annoyed. It grinned and rushed forward. It successfully jumped to the woman's lower abdomen.

It established a firm foothold on the woman's flat belly, and it should have stretched out its claws to pinch its shame, but this little witch mouse suddenly lost its footing.

Hei Liangliang's big eyes stared at the two towering snow peaks in front of him, and this lustful little witch mouse was stunned. What kind of revenge and high spirits were thrown into the sky, and then he finally made a decision. He didn't move, but stretched out his small claws, gently hooked the fabric between the woman's chest, and slowly and gently scraped the thin shirt, trying to find out the scenery inside.

The light blue outer shirt was scraped open by sharp claws, and there were still two pieces of clothing. Come on, victory is just around the corner.

The little witch mouse swallowed, and continued to move like a thief.

But at this moment, there was a sudden pain in the back of the neck, and the little witch mouse shrank its head reflexively, and curled up under the fingers, showing a shrunken and pitiful appearance.

"Let's make trouble again, do you believe that dinner is braised witch mouse?" The woman grabbed the skin on the back of the little witch mouse's neck, half-closed her eyes lazily, with a tired look that hadn't woken up, her cherry blossom-colored lips gently Spit out words.

Her voice was clear and soft, very sweet, but the threatening meaning in her words seemed to scare the little witch mouse, its small and fat body trembled slightly, raised its misty black eyes, and looked aggrievedly. He looked at the delicate and beautiful woman in front of him.

The woman threw the little witch mouse away expressionlessly, and continued to sleep with her eyes closed.

Unsurprisingly, through the narrow gap of vision, the little thing started to spit at her again. This time, it was not very impatient, but turned around around the woman's feet with its head up, and finally spotted the woman. Seeing the goal, there was a flash of pride in his eyes, and he laughed exaggeratedly.

It has strong jumping ability, jumping very high, jumped to the edge of the woman's white shoes with thin soles, and stretched out its claws viciously, the longest claw among them was raised high, and the sharp long fingers gleamed coldly in the sun The color is like a very lethal poisonous needle.

I plug in!

The little witch mouse poked it hard with all its strength, and suddenly there was another screaming sound. The little witch mouse turned over and rolled on the ground, hugging the broken claw in pain, howling. more than.

The woman on the bed sighed softly, sat up helplessly, pinched the little witch mouse with her hands, looked at it with some headaches, and said, "To protect you, the soles of my shoes are made of very hard materials. "

The woman supported her slightly painful forehead with her other hand, and called loudly into the cabin: "Xiao Zhi, come out."

There was no movement.

The woman raised her eyebrows helplessly, and said in a soft voice: "Son, come out for a while, Mother has something to do with you."

Soon, a two-year-old little boy came out bouncing around. This little boy was carved in pink and jade, and he looked very cute, but his eyes were not very lively, and his skin was much paler than ordinary people. Like having been seriously ill.

It was indeed a serious illness and weak body, because in fact, this child was over four years old, but he was very short and had no flesh, and his facial features had not bloomed with age. He looked like a two-year-old milk baby.

"Mom, what's the matter?" the little boy asked childishly.

Although she has been called a mother for a long time, the woman still seems a little unaccustomed to it. Hearing this, she frowned and asked in a tentative tone: "Xiaozhi, can you call me sister Xinyue? Or call me auntie?" , the last time someone pointed at me, you know, it doesn't affect me well—”

Before he finished speaking, the little boy sat on the ground with a thud, his entire face was frighteningly white, and there was almost no expression on his face.

"Only my mother will love me, only my mother, I only want my mother, not my sister, nor my aunt." The child spoke mechanically.

Xin Yue helped his forehead, then hugged the child in his arms, and said softly: "Okay, I won't talk about it in the future, it's your mother, and I'm your mother. Be good, Xiao Zhi, don't be sad."

The child didn't say a word, and his face didn't change at all.Xin Yue sighed helplessly, and had to compromise and change his words: "Be good, son, don't be sad."

"Okay, mother." The child changed his face too quickly, and smiled all of a sudden, stretched out his small mouth, and kissed Xin Yue's face with a snap.

Xin Yue smiled gloomily, and said in his heart, even the Emperor Lao Tzu has never made me subdue me, and I will fall into the hands of your little ancestor in my whole life.

"What does Mother want from me?" The child raised his head in Xin Yue's arms and asked in a childlike voice.

"Oh, take care of your little mouse." Xin Yue said.

As soon as Xin Yue finished speaking, he took the opportunity to escape from Xin Yue's grasp. The little witch mouse suddenly put his hands on his hips, looking very angry.

"Mother, how many times have I told you that Chunchun is a witch mouse." The little boy stretched out his hands, and the little witch mouse rushed into his arms. He frowned and was very serious about this animal. The friend defended.

"There's no difference," Xin Yue waved his hands impatiently. "It's just a stinky mouse. You watch it carefully. I'm in a bad mood these days. If I'm upset, I'll trample it to death."

The little witch mouse seemed to have suffered great humiliation because of the word "stinky mouse". It sniffed around under its armpit and crotch, and spread its hands towards Xiaozhi, as if Xin Yue had wronged it, and it was not a stinky mouse. But the gentle little boy only patted its head to show comfort, no one was going to wash away its grievances, the little witch mouse couldn't calm down anymore, it shrank back from Xiaozhi's arms, and beat Xin Yue's feet fiercely.

Xin Yue glanced at the crazy little thing, raised his eyebrows lightly, stretched out his long legs, and kicked it flying.

After putting away the deck chair in an instant, Xin Yue's figure disappeared on the deck.

The boy squatted down, gently patted the little witch's head, and said comfortingly: "Mother is a little bit bad, but Chunchun, you don't care about the villain."

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