her little sweet orange

Chapter 66
"It's troublesome to fall in love, so I'll leave it to you in the future."

Cheng Huai stopped her waist, pressed her against the wall, and pressed her lips together.

Everything came unexpectedly.

Chen Miao quieted down for a moment, as if he had been dazzled by the kiss.

There was no action for a long time.

There was softness on her lips, and she bit her lips.

Chen Miao pushed Cheng Huai away, panting heavily, raised his hand to touch his red and swollen lips: "Hiss, you are a fucking dog."

Cheng Huai chuckled softly, hugged Chen Miao again by the waist, and leaned over to kiss her lips again: "I don't belong to the dog, I belong to you."

Chen Miao had no resistance to love talk, she blushed, and lightly patted his shoulder: "Who did you learn so much coquettish talk from?"

His exquisite and unruly eyebrows seemed a little proud: "You can learn without a teacher."

Chen Miao wrapped his arms around his neck, with a proud figure, charming eyebrows and eyes, looking at Cheng Huai with spring water, as if just looking at it would make one's legs weak.

Her voice is charming and charming, her eyebrows and eyes are alluring: "Tonight."

Cheng Huai was a little absent-minded: "Huh?"

"It's okay to beat the king, let's change our couple's name."

Cheng Huai: .
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"Miaomiao, wake up."

Xia Nuan pushed open the door, pushed Chen Miao, and Chen Miao slept like a dead pig, after being pushed, he groaned and fell asleep again.

Cheng Huai and Chen Miao may have changed the nature of their relationship, they were both more excited, and they didn't go to bed until 3 o'clock in the morning when they beat the king.

Xia Nuan looked distressed, and said to herself: "This child is probably too tired from practicing the piano these days. Forget it, let her rest for a day."

After helping Chen Miao tuck the quilt, she walked out of the room lightly.

She turned around and went to Cheng Huai's room next door.

Xia Nuan knocked on the door, but seeing no one answered, she pushed the door open and walked in, directly throwing off Cheng Huai's quilt.

Cheng Huai opened those beautiful peach blossom eyes, his eyes were sleepy and his expression was lazy.

"Little brat, did you play games all night again yesterday? What if your kidneys fail after staying up too late? out."

Cheng Huai rubbed his hair, his voice was hoarse: "Well, I should do it."

Xia Nuan looked at Cheng Huai strangely: "Are you enlightened? Why are you so good today?"

The corners of Cheng Huai's lips curled up for a moment, but he didn't speak.

That's different, the daughter-in-law has become a regular.

Seeing her son's smirk, Xia Nuan secretly thought that Cheng Huai had taken the wrong medicine, and told Cheng Huai to walk away and leave.

It was already an hour and a half after Cheng Huai woke up and made breakfast.

He knocked on Chen Miao's door, and Chen Miao was about to wake up at this time, her sleep was not as deep as before, she heard the knock on the door.

The voice that just woke up was full of laziness in the milk: "Come in."

Cheng Huai pushed open the door, went to her bed and gently hugged Chen Miao, kissed her forehead: "Get up and have breakfast."

Chen Miao was still a little confused, pouted, "Don't kiss me, if you kiss me, then I will kiss you too."

After speaking, he gave Cheng Huai a mouthful above his collarbone, with a smirk on the corner of his mouth, but his eyes were still closed.

With a helpless expression, Cheng Huai carried Chen Miao out of the living room.

Chen Miao didn't open her eyes during the whole process of eating breakfast. She sat on Cheng Huai's lap, and when he fed her, she opened her mouth to eat.

After eating, he continued to lie in Cheng Huai's arms and fell asleep.

It's not just because of staying up late yesterday to play games, Chen Miao has never had a good rest during the piano practice these days, and her nerves have been tense all the time.

Her skin was dazzlingly white, and the dark spots under her eyes were also particularly conspicuous.

After two hours, Chen Miao woke up.

Chen Miao rubbed her eyes, and what caught her eyes was not the blue ceiling, but Cheng Huai's sharp jawline.

Looking at him from the perspective of her death, he was not ugly at all.

Chen Miao hugged Cheng Huai's waist with his backhand, rubbing against each other.

"Sooner or later, I will be made a waste by you."

Cheng Huaicang coldly pressed the phone off with his fingertips, looked down at Chen Miao's profile, and raised his hand to stroke her tender earlobe.

"Trash is better, so you won't run away."

(End of this chapter)