Picked up cute pets are too sweet

Chapter 1042 I will pick you up, will you follow me?

Before Lian touched her face, Ling'er put down her hand and looked at him.

"If you get married that day, I will pick you up, will you follow me?"

Linger's expression was a little dull, she stepped forward and hugged Lianwei, "Will you come to pick me up?"

"meeting."

Ling'er laughed, her eyes curved like crescent moons, "Then I will too!"

Before Lian picked her up, Ling'er exclaimed in fright. He carried her and walked inside. There was a desk inside, and there were many rolled up paintings on the desk.

He put her directly on the table and sat down.

Lian Wei glanced at the paintings on the table, and his brows furrowed indistinctly.

Ling'er happily hooked his neck, she turned her head to look back, but his chin was directly pinched by him, she flicked her feet, pouting her lips and did not speak.

"Let's write some poetry."

"Huh?" Ling'er couldn't react to Lianwei's purpose, she grabbed a piece of paper at hand, and was held down before she lifted it up.

Lianwei put his lips next to her ear and whispered softly: "No need for this."

Ling'er didn't know why.

She turned her head and brushed her lips against his cheek.

He looked at her.

Ling'er somewhat understood his eyes, and there was tenderness in her bones.

She turned her head away, "Here...in the Book Pavilion."

"Ah."

Although Lianwei answered in this way, his actual movements were not like this. He put his index finger on her chin and lifted it up. He put one hand on the back of her head and leaned forward.

After a little taste, he nodded her lips.

Ling'er looked at him and couldn't help but sit back a little, but his fingers caught the ribbon on her dress at some point, and when she moved, the knot made by the ribbon slipped down.

Her clothes are slightly open, her delicate collarbone falls to the human eye, and the traces of joy | love that have not faded for a long time can be seen on her fair neck.

I don't know if it was the wind or because the clothes were loosened, she shivered, and her skin was slightly swollen, but it didn't behave like this, her fair skin was gradually dyed with an attractive pink.

His fingers slid across her collarbone with a coldness that couldn't be warmed up, seemingly inadvertently, but it made her shiver uncontrollably.

Linger grabbed his hand.

Lian didn't raise her head, her cheeks were flushed, she bit her lip lightly, "Someone is coming..."

"No one came." He lowered his head and kissed her protruding collarbone lightly, "Why is it always so fragrant here, huh?"

It seems that it always tempts people to fall into her irreversible vortex.

Ling'er still held the piece of paper in her hand, and the paper was creaked and crumpled in her hand.

She was still leaning back, "I want to write poetry..."

"Well... I still need to write poems." Lianwei chuckled lightly, the laughter was indulgent, and people were drowned in it, he raised his body and looked at Ling'er.

Ling'er swallowed her throat, she glanced away, but he leaned over again, half-surrounding her in his body, he turned sideways, one hand intertwined with her fingers, and the other hand went around her body On the other side, pick up the pen on the table.

Ling'er froze and didn't dare to move, she didn't know what he was doing.

Can hear and think of nothing.

to write poetry...

It is to write poetry.

Lianwei turned his head to see her ears were flushed, he couldn't help but smiled, "When you were young, you always couldn't remember poems, and you didn't like to read poems, do you remember?"

"Um……"

"If you can't remember, I'll make you remember in another way." Lianwei kissed her side face.

The pen was stained with ink, he let go of her entangled hand, and put his hand around her shoulder.

(End of this chapter)