My Darling Sick Beauty

The cub didn't settle down for long.

Jiang Zheliu sleeps in daolv's arms and gets a break to relieve his fatigue. When he wakes up, the light rain outside has stopped.

There was a faint smell of grass in the air.

Lingxiao sword was put into the body again. Although his pregnant reaction was strong, it didn't repel him very much, so he could control it freely.

Wen renye rubbed his waist for a long time, and his numb muscles had recovered their sense of touch. It's just that the cub in his stomach keeps sending messages, like a chatterbox.

"One or two days to lanruo temple." "Hearing the person night way," wait for you to pick up to escape a method again, you and I then don't need to walk like this

"You seem to be out of your mind. You like the carriage very much." Jiang Zheliu stretched out his hand and was pulled up by the little devil. He was a little pressed to the swelling place. When he sat up, he suddenly realized that something had been put in it.

Jiang Zheliu held each other's wrists for a moment, closed his eyes and slowed down for a while, then maintained his stable posture. He felt that a slippery, small thing was squeezed deeper.

"... what is it?"

His voice has not yet recovered, this sentence is low soft and slightly hoarse, and the ending is a little empty.

Wen Ren hugged him in the middle of the night and asked him to press the weight over. Then he said sincerely, "Yao Yu."

"... where did you come from?"

"Collected together with the double cultivation secret scriptures." Hearing people's eyes brighten at night, he bowed his head and kissed him, "this is not wrong, right?"

Jiang Zheliu regretted taking Lingxiao sword back. Now that he can't hurt each other, he has to stab him to vent his anger.

"You," he said, leaping out a word and biting the rest of his words between his teeth. After a while, he took a deep breath, and then held each other's wrist. "Can you weigh the depth?"

Wen renye looked at him and listened carefully to his suggestions.

"How do you want me to take it out?" Jiang Zheliu had a headache. "If you put it so deep, would you like to send it to the cub?"

"It melts." The little devil is sincere and incomparable, "the material is not ordinary jade, you can rest assured."

He added: "it was worn out yesterday. I'm afraid you'll always hurt, so..."

Jiang Zheliu really lost his temper, but he didn't want to talk to him, and he was alone. Not only does this slippery Yao Yu have a strange foreign body feeling, but also his body is over sensitive because of this. Even the clothes made of very good material make him feel a little bit worn

... huh?

He reacts.

A man's chest, no matter how rough the material, sensitive skin, will not wear a little pain.

Jiang Zheliu didn't say anything. Instead, he took a quiet look at the baby in his belly. He soon realized that it was a special sign of pregnancy, but it was too subtle to detect.

In the past, it's not that they didn't have a ball, but they didn't record it, maybe it's too hard to say. Even Jiang Zheliu, who is so calm and free from pressure, is embarrassed in the face of this kind of thing.

You can't tell the little devil, or he will "have to see it.".

But soon, Wen renye didn't want him to be autistic. The other side could not refuse to come and rub him, purple eyes looked straight over, and even tried to kiss him, which was more sticky than a three-month-old kitten.

It's just that the devil Lord is not soft enough. He is hard enough to hold him. In the heart of hearing people's night, maybe Jiang Zheliu is the "three-month-old baby cat". People can't bear the desire of hugging and kissing.

"Don't be upset." "Smell the person night to stick to his ear side way," don't such words, you want to ache a few days of. "

Jiang Zheliu raised his hand to hold his face, pulled the deep and beautiful cheek of the demon lord, and said, "I find you are more and more independent."

"I'm good to you!" The little devil king Zhenzhen had a word, and then he was torn so that he couldn't pronounce clearly, "would you rather have a pain for several days?"

"Yes." Jiang Zheliu is hard for him, "long memory, sleep in separate beds."

Hearing that he stayed at night for a while, he thought of the cruel and terrible thing of sleeping in separate beds. He felt that he had encountered a great marriage crisis in his life. He pressed Jiang Zheliu's hand and said, "don't you like it?"

Jiang Zheliu is upset about his sensitive body, so he will not tell the truth, but looks at him without expression.

The devil's tail curled up and rolled up pitifully.

"Are you just accommodating me?" He asked in a low voice when he heard that the night was hard to deal with.

Jiang Zheliu was silent for a moment. Before he spoke, he was hugged by the other party. He had no strength in his waist, so he hit the wall behind him.

The jade melts, and the ointment that heals his body repairs his wounds and works step by step.

Jiang Zheliu took a low breath.

Mingming is just a small piece of medicinal jade, but it still makes him feel uncomfortable all over. The end of his eyes turns red. He can't help coughing to cover up the uneven breath in his throat, trying to regain his normal sense of propriety.

"Broken willow," Wen renye touched his forehead, "if you don't like it..."

Jiang Zheliu is waiting for him to say the next sentence, ready to open his mouth to remedy, don't tease his lover too hard. The next sentence I heard from the animal opposite me was:

"... we'll come a few more times and you'll like it."

Jiang Zheliu: "go away."

Hearing that night's expectation failed, my heart said so, and then obediently said, "OK, get out now."

He got up and moved away. When he was about to think of another way, he glanced at each other's wet eyelashes and red eyes.

Something's wrong.

The demon lord's keen sense of smell suddenly broke out. He reached over and held Jiang Zheliu's cheek and looked at each other's ink eyes.

"Broken willow..." smell the night swallow saliva, don't know where to ask, the other hand casually press each other's shoulder, slide down the shoulder.

This is actually a familiar and not unusual move. But the palm of his hand suddenly touched the place that couldn't be written in detail across his clothes, so it was out of the ordinary.

Jiang Zheliu's mind was on fire.

He pressed Wen renye's hand and pulled it down. He lowered his head and buried it in each other's arms. He didn't want Wen renye to see his performance at the moment. In any case, as a homosexual, he still feels very humiliating to have such symptoms.

Reproduction is great and life is noble. What makes him feel ashamed is not the birth itself, but the deep-rooted thinking of his predecessors. When he shows weakness in front of young people, he feels very ashamed.

There are not many places that can offend Jiang Zheliu's self-esteem, which can be regarded as one.

Hearing that night, he was flustered. He didn't respond to what happened, but he felt that the other party was a little strange. Under the worry, he didn't think that it was the side effect of having a baby. Instead, he kissed the top of his hair and said in a low voice: "you pay attention to me, tell me, what's the matter?"

This answer is difficult to say, people do not want to say, just want to be patient.

Hearing that renye didn't get a response, he was even more worried. He hugged him in his arms, changed his posture, reached out and touched him again, thinking that he was in pain.

It's really pain, but it's different from the traditional sense.

Smell the person night to touch each other's chest, at the beginning or didn't notice, until a little protruded against his palm, he just suddenly stopped.

Each other's breath has been unable to listen, fragmented, chaotic.

Jiang Zheliu raised his hand and put one arm around his neck. He still didn't look at him. He closed his eyes and said in a dumb voice, "do you understand?"

Hearing that the night was still in a daze, he answered blankly. He did not dare to move his hand and stammered: "this, this is..."

He was rubbed to the palm of his hand by that little bit of top, and felt that the temperature here had reached an inappropriate level, which was a little warm.

As soon as his brain broke, he raised his finger and pinched it.

"Hiss, you...!"

The voice of Jiang Zheliu's exit is strange, dumb, even with some sobbing emphasis, the breath is scattered and disorderly.

He can be pissed off by the little devil.

After hearing the news, people suddenly woke up and realized what shameless things they had just done. Then they were so stupid that they couldn't make a sentence: "this... This, the demonic women haven't mentioned it. Isn't it true that tianlingti also advocates breastfeeding?"

“……”

"... father, I'm sorry."

The little devil's tail came close to him, shameless but strong willed. He would not let go of it, so that the little willow would not sleep with him.

Hearing that he had said something wrong, he rubbed each other with his magic horn and asked him in a low voice: "what should I do? I, I'll rub it for you? "

Jiang Zheliu really didn't want to talk to him.

According to his own conjecture, it should only be the self change after the month of gestation, which has nothing to do with the race of the baby. Maybe this physique will be ready for feeding.

Wen renye asked while he was smelling the fragrance of his body. He felt that his brain was so sticky that there was no intelligence left. His little fangs a little itchy, without brain to ask: "or give you... Lick?"

Jiang Zheliu couldn't bear it. He grabbed his collar and pulled him down. He said in a hoarse voice, "if you can't help it, shut up."

Hearing people's moist and slightly bright ink eyes, looking at his red eyes and trembling voice, his heart can't help but thump, and the first love feeling that makes people lose their senses and dazzle their minds climbs up again.

"... do you want to endure it until it doesn't hurt?"

Jiang Zheliu didn't speak and turned over in bed.

Although he is in good health, every time he finishes his double practice with a Taoist partner, he has to "linger on the sick bed", which is so miserable that it's hard to describe.

Wen renye nervously stood next to him, reached out to play with each other's cold long hair, played with the tip of the hair for a while, then absently tied a small braid to him, and whispered: "is Yao Yu too slippery, stimulating the body, just prompting hair to appear?"

The other side was silent.

Hearing that night, I felt even more uneasy. I always felt that little willow was thinking about how to stop herself.

He leaned against each other and said in a low voice, "yes... That..."

Don't say Jiang broke the willow, he can't say it, but he only has the only first love like Xiao Liushu, and the experience is all derived from each other's body.

How can he ask if his homosexual couples are going up... What is that! This is not a magic face!

After pondering for a long time, Wen renye closed his mouth and tied Jiang Zheliu's hair in a bow. He reluctantly said, "how can you suffer so much for a ball? Can you still beat it now? When are you going to take care of me? Are you asleep? Why don't I go back and ask other demons

Jiang Zheliu

I don't think he's disgraceful enough.

How could he have been moved by his sincerity and affection when he was picking up a Taoist partner? What did he talk about

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As soon as I opened the document, I was writing about the sticky love again, whimper.

At the beginning of the month, don't you have liquid for nothing? Really not a drop? QAQ