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So large room because no one to speak and quiet down, Xu Xingmiao Meng in the quilt, listen to long Lin have no other movement.

All of a sudden, he heard a crisp sound - the sound of the collision of debris.

"What are you doing?"

Xu Xingmiao realized that Changlin had moved his debris. He immediately lifted the quilt and jumped up. He only saw Changlin sitting cross legged beside a pile of debris, carefully classifying the fragments according to white and black.

"There was glue on that piece before. Didn't you stick it once? What's more, you brought the pieces back just to stick them together? Don't stand there, come on, stick it together

Xu Xingmiao's mind was exposed by Changlin, who denied without hesitation: "I didn't want to stick it! You don't have to toss around here

He climbed from the bed to the other end, trying to pull Changlin from the ground and push him away.

"Ah! Don't move

Long Lin two fingers holding a black piece of painting with two strokes of white paint, was about to carefully put the pieces aside, was Xu Xingmiao took the hand.

He was pulled up from the ground by Xu Xingmiao, looked up at him strangely, and pulled Xu Xingmiao down with a strong wrist.

Xu Xingmiao was pulled forward by him, half kneeling on his body, and was ready to stand up. Changlin pressed the waist socket behind him. He was pressed by Changlin, and he was paralyzed on him.

"I told you not to move!"

Long Lin embraces Xu Xingmiao's waist with one hand, and stretches forward with his bending action with the other hand holding the fragment.

The moment he leans forward, Xu Xingmiao is forced to pull his clothes tightly and stick them on his shoulder. The faint fragrance on his body spreads again.

Just listen to a soft sound, Changlin put the pieces away, patted his hands, two hands from Xu Xingmiao creaky nest under the extension, he lifted his whole person from his body, and then turned a corner to put him beside himself, also facing a pile of debris sitting.

At that moment, Xu Xingmiao felt like a toy of Changlin. He even filled his head with a little Changlin wearing a princess skirt, knelt down on the ground, arranged his teddy bear and other toy rows, and waved his fairy wand to command all the toys to play games.

"Eh ~"

Xu Xingmiao felt numb at the thought of Changlin, a man with narrow shoulders and narrow waist, wearing a small skirt. He pulled Changlin's arm tightly, shook goose bumps and sighed heavily.

This brain hole is too big, he must be scared by the monster.

"Go and find the glue."

Xu Xingmiao came back to find that Changlin's action was very fast, and had separated the black and white pieces almost.

"No, no, no, I'm not sticky."

"Stick it to me!" Changlin calmly looked at him, tilted his head and began to reason: "you this was originally meant to be given to me. Although you didn't intend to show it back to me after it was broken, I saw it, so I saw it. Even if you gave it to me, since it is a gift to me, I have the right to ask you and me to glue this thing together, and no matter you want to and me Stick together or you or me, it's all to stick. In this case, it's better to stick together. Do you think that's the truth? Let's stick together

Xu Xingmiao said:

Long Lin's speech speed is very fast, Xu Xingmiao didn't understand after listening for a long time. Finally, he sighed and stood up to get the glue.

What's sticky or not? Say such words with a serious face It's incredible.