Priceless Baby: 101 Bedside Stories

Chapter 491 because you are sick

"It's not a psychology." The voice of the night tomb can't hear the joy.

Shen Qianshu smiled slightly. "Sir, I am studying art. Why do you want to practice psychology with a whim? Do you know how difficult it is to repair this course? Do you know how hard I work in order to successfully graduate?"

A night glimpse, "Why are you going to repair?"

"Because you are sick!"

Night Mausoleum, "..."

His face was black, and a slap in the face turned her face, not wanting to see her smiling cheek.

It cannot be said that after this conversation, his mood has stabilized.

Shen Qianshu said, "The outside is cold and cold, Mr. You have always been good, don't kill, let's wait for the weather to warm up, and then send the little cat away, okay? I can't find someone to adopt it."

Consistently good, don't kill!

The night Ling looked at her with no expression. It was not clear whether Shen Qianshu was deliberate. She suddenly grabbed Shen Qianshu, pressed it on the sofa, kissed her lips, and Shen Qianshu was kissed a little, but her cheeks were pink and her eyes were pink. Looking at him with affection, his fingers slid across his chest, like electric current, licking his body.

"Shen Qianshu..."

This dead girl, not willing to sleep with him, likes to slap him endlessly.

He was confused by her smile, once again bowed his head, kissed her eyes, a thick snow fluttering outside the window, two figures overlapping on the window, such as the neck, intimate, regardless of each other.

The night tomb was hot and dry, and there was a dense sweat on the back. The damp air shrouded the smoldering atmosphere. Shen Qianshu was inexplicably flustered. It seemed to be overdone. The night tomb suddenly picked up Shen Qianshu.

"Mr……"

"You are looking for it!" The sound of the nightling was hoarse, and the tall body covered her. She almost torely tore the skirt on her body into a rag, and dropped it freely under the bed. The hot kiss fell on her lips. on.

Rude kiss, with a hint of punishment, Shen Qianshu instantly trembled, the body seems to be touched by a switch, sensitive and trembled, shaking like the leaves in the autumn wind, the night Ling no longer satisfied with simple touch, The wet kiss fell on the earlobe along the lips, containing her white tender earlobe.

"Ah... sir..." Shen Qianshu had a sigh of relief, and his knees were slightly bent.

This phoenix thirst-quenching cake filled with hunger-like touch could not fill his greed, Shen Qianshu was shocked, and his voice was full of forgiveness.

"Sir, I... I was wrong..."

I don't mention cats anymore!

The night tomb violently pulled her wrist.

"Touch it..."

......

The night is long, the snowy night, the enthusiasm is like fire.

The child painted a scent of sleep, feeling that he had made a good dream. In his dream, there was a warm little thing holding his arm and screaming carelessly. The child was holding the little thing with satisfaction. The tentacle is a furry one.

Very fragrant, very soft and very warm.

"Ah, ah, ah, cat..." In the early morning, the little boy painted a small milk cat, without the shape of a small old man The mausoleum was satisfied with eating breakfast, saw the child painting with a cat, and narrowed his eyes!

The bell burned a cold sweat. I took a shower for the little milk cat yesterday, and dried the cat and left it in a room. Why did it come out, and I felt the presence in front of the big and small in the early morning, and I was dying. Oh.

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I feel that I will still be deleted o (╯ ╰ ╰) o has been modified several times! ! o(╯□╰)o

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