Deep Love: Young Master's Sweetheart

She was his. She was silent. When she hesitated and reached out to take the bottle in his hand, his fingers touched her. A cold feeling hit her. She looked at Xiao Wei and said, "he's so poor." just like she used to be, she was a little guy no one wanted, or she was better than Xiao Wei, at least, She also has a mother who arranges everything for her although she doesn't go to see her.

"Change a name and I'll give him the best, okay?" Xiaowei, he really doesn't like the name.

"Ah he, you're jealous, aren't you?"

He was silent and seemed to be really jealous, but he didn't admit it, just didn't respond to her.

"Well, since there is no jealousy, let's call him Xiao Wei. It sounds very nice. It's the same as Xiao He. There's no difference at all."

"Well, since you said there was no difference, he would be called Xiaohe." in this way, when she called the little guy, she would think of him instead of ouyangwei.

That person has long ceased to exist, and he is actually eating the vinegar of a non-existent person. His sweat and cold sweat are flowing. Fengming crane began to despise himself.

The little guy drank milk powder, changed his diapers and ate something. He focused all his attention on the bottle and didn't know the surging of the two big people next to him.

"Fengming crane, I'll call him Xiaowei. What's the matter? You're so stingy." after blowing down the sea, Ziyi found that Fengming crane is no longer a man at all. Be careful.

Fengming crane stood behind her. Her body still exuded the smell of just wanting to love. Her long hair hung loosely on her back. It was obviously very messy, but it made him think of the word "sexy". His arms randomly put her slender waist behind her, and his hands fell on her lower abdomen, "Ziyi, I'm sorry." he always owed her a sorry for the child.

His breath was thick behind him, and his gentle male voice was not true at all in the night. Ziyi leaned back gently on him and smelled the smell of him. She whispered, "if it's gone, it's gone. Sometimes there will be in my life. If it's not in my life, I won't have any fruit." she accepted her life and really accepted it.

Thin lips, gently covering her earlobes, seemed to be pulling at will, but made her heart jump. Just once, he had aroused the desire of normal women in her body, as if to wash away all her loneliness in the past three years, causing her heart to tremble.

"Ah he..." she wanted to avoid his lips and hands, but her soft body was not controlled by her own brain. She didn't know what was wrong with her. The kiss and touch brought her trembling millet all over her body. That feeling was just like the feeling ouyangwei had brought her at the beginning, even more on it, "ah he..."

The light call was like a groan, which made the wind roar and the crane feel again. His lips were still on the soft earlobes. His eyes glanced lightly. The little guy on the bed had loosened his two little hands holding the milk bottle. At this moment, he was falling asleep. He was asleep.

As soon as the body bent and the hand moved, the wind roared and the Crane quickly hugged Ziyi in his arms, and then strode away from the bed in the room.

"Ah he, dry... Why?" her voice was dry. When she looked up at him, his lips directly moved from her earlobe to her lips, and the four soft collided. The tip of his tongue quietly sneaked into her sandalwood mouth. He was carefully stirring the sweetness between her teeth. Ziyi still wanted to speak, but she was seen by the lips of the wind singing crane.

She thought he was going to take her to the living room to the sofa, but before he reached the door, he turned a corner, and then he took her into the bathroom.

The bathroom of the rental room is very small. There is a toilet, a shower, and a large mirror opposite the toilet. Before she reacts, the water of the shower has opened, the warm water has poured down her head and face, and wet her pajamas. She found that he didn't wear anything. Instead, it is convenient to take a bath. "You, you go out and I'll wash it myself."

"I want to wash too." he was like a big boy. He put her down first, and then stood under the shower with her and refused to leave.

"Well... You wash first, and I'll go out first." she said so.

"No, this is your family. I can't bully you."

"I allow it."

"That's not good either." he still held her overbearing, with his lips close to her ears. "Good, wash well, otherwise it will hurt."

Her face "brushed" red, hung her head and stared at her toes. She even red her toes. "The wind sings the crane, i... I..." she wanted to say that she didn't hurt, but she couldn't say that word.