After taking out the data support, the portion is very large if the jasmine milk green is enough.

Besides data, there is favor. To put it bluntly, why do people accompany the old man to fish, and then Ms. Jiang and the third girl do this and that, and even their hair falls a lot more than before?

The reason is self-evident.

It wasn't because they began to think about this relationship from a long time, and when the two of them came to the stage of marriage, their grandfather was her grandfather and his mother was her mother. They spent a long time together, so she showed it well with his family.

My little girlfriend is not very old and she actually has a lot of thoughts.

Thinking of this, Rong Chuo's eyebrows were sunken.

Taking someone home and introducing them to his family was a pro or a disadvantage. Moreover, she was happy with her grandfather and she was protected by her old man and Ms. Jiang. It was always a bad thing to contact the Jiang family.

I never thought that it would be counterproductive and it wouldn't be a good thing to be too likable. I was a school student on weekdays, and I had to make free time to visit his house for two days on Saturdays and Sundays. The trip was full and I was busy with everything, which made people worry so much that my hair was getting worse day by day. If there was no robot reminder here, I would probably be bald early in life.

Rong Chuo had washed it early in the morning, straightened his body, and his figure was falling under the lamp, and he was about to walk towards the closed room. The jasmine milk green blocked the front and stopped the person, saying to Boss Rong, when he met his master, there was a saying that he would never say.

"What words."

“Drink more hot water.”

“…”

After all, it was voted by the Internet, and the ranking of "When women hate hearing the most during their menstrual period" is Nanbo Bay.

Jasmine milk green, warm reminder.

After entering the bedroom, the night lights on both sides were on, making the space illuminate.

Because I was blind and could not see anything at night, the night lights were much brighter than ordinary night lights. At this moment, autumn became deeper and the climate became colder. It was very cool at more than ten or twenty degrees, and the air conditioner was not turned on. With a glance, the person wrapped himself in a small quilt like a caterpillar, and he couldn't see his face and didn't know if he had fallen asleep. When he pushed the door, he made a sound, and pressed his knees onto the edge of the bed, and she didn't move at all.

Rong Chuo stretched out his hand and salvaged the caterpillar quite easily. He stared at his face under the beacon: his eyebrows were not moving, his eyes were not moving, and he looked the same as when he was asleep, but his arms were wrapped around him, and he naturally put them over his neck and hugged them obediently, and whispered to him, "Here you come."

"Come and sleep with you."

The quilt of the caterpillar was loosened and wrapped around the man's body. The caterpillar evolved into a two-in-one caterpillar. The river and the world had long become a dusty page in the long river of history. I didn't mention it after all. The sleeping man's chest was slightly hot, and his black hair was loose and his eyes were not opened. Anyway, he just posted it.

Face-face stickers.

Hand-to-hand stickers.

Belly patch.

Men post.

The temperature difference in body surface was slightly large, and she felt that he was hot. From another perspective, he felt that she was quite cold, with cold hands, feet, and stomach, so he asked: "Is it cold?"

Yan Ge shook his head and said that he was not cold, and said again, "It hurts a little."

Just, it hurts a little bit.

It hurts a little bit, that is, it is the degree to which he would not say if he didn't ask.

But now my man asked, and he was very concerned about the people's livelihood and national economy once this month, so he muttered and explained, saying that it would not stop the pain, but also a little dizzy, and he also said that it would not stop the pain, but also a little dizzy.

One by one, one by one, like a doll.

After saying that, his eyes opened, his almond eyes were gentle in curve. He looked at the person in front of him like a star in the sky, shiny, and there was no concealment of expectations in his eyes. He moved his hands and put them on his belly, and asked shyly.

"Achuo."

"Can you... help me rub it?"

“…”

Rong Chuo hugged the person with one hand and did it as he said with the other hand. The citron smell floated back and forth between each other, the night lights were scattered, and the person who was in his arms had clear and clear shoulders and neck.

And, close to each other.

Olfaction, vision, touch, and senses are stimulating, constantly stirring the nerves.

The strings gradually tensed in the brain.

He hugged and rubbed her, and she posted it. The person who came in his arms was like he was home, and he felt that he couldn't feel more comfortable. He suddenly realized something was wrong. His face turned hot, and Yan Ge held down his wrist.

The rubbing action stopped and turned into a hug. Her chest was pressed against her ears, and she heard his heartbeat, which was heard one after another, and it was powerful in her ears.

Unlike the vibrating heartbeat, the lights are filtered off, and the interior is empty and quiet.

The voices were clear, she asked him.

"Are you..." she asked quietly with her lips close to her ears.

He heard the eyebrows raised, and he didn't deny it, so he nodded, saying that this was a common physiological reaction for men, just like her dysmenorrhea, which was very normal.

A small matter is a little, no need to worry about it.

“…”

While posting on the quilt, she was also talking about such exciting topics. In addition, she had been shocked before. Although she didn't see the real picture at this time, she had a little sense of the picture. Yan Ge felt very embarrassed.

At the same time, another layer of thought was hidden in my mind—

Then the soft lips stuck to the man's ears again, "Then you usually,"

I asked mutterly, chatting in bed late at night hot live broadcast room, 1v1 outsiders mistakenly entered that.

fbiwarning.

After asking, I felt regretful.

The reason is: asking a man how he deals with this problem before is equivalent to asking secretly whether he has had other girlfriends before.

He was her first love, but she had not asked who his first love was.

I didn't ask it explicitly, on the one hand, because she was conservative in character, she felt that before her, he had a few girlfriends, and that was their freedom. People didn't know that she had no defense or any concerns. She appeared like this. Before that, it would be normal for him to have other girlfriends.

On the other hand, I don't want to know.

It is normal for a man to have an ex-girlfriend, but it is normal for her to feel uncomfortable when she finds out.

All are normal, so I don't want to know.

So I haven't asked.

At this time, he asked and wanted to withdraw in less than two seconds, but Rong Chuo had already spoken, "Always use his hands."

Yan Ge: "..."

Those four words come out, Dangdang Dangdang is the final word: to be honest and abide by the morality of the people.

Before her, no other female princess appeared.

When I heard this, the previous speculations that "maybe there had been ex-girlfriends" and "maybe there had been more than one ex-girlfriends" were self-defeating.

His girlfriend has only one and only one.

When she was happy, she handed it quietly with one hand, slowly pressing it on the back of his hand like a confidential joint, blushing her face.

She didn't say anything, but the male could always learn from this kind of thing without a teacher. The arms were wrapped tightly, her chest was close, and Rong Chuo's voice was like a sound from her throat. In the quiet night, it was deep.

"Do you want to help me?"

“…”

I have handed over my hands. Can I still help the air if I don’t help you? It would be outrageous to ask if I knowingly asked.

After being asked this, the strawberry sandwich cookies were almost red as cranberry sandwich cookies, but they still hid in the man's arms and nodded.

She would.

He then laughed, let her start and get on.

Interspersed conversations between rooms.

"Are you okay?"

"No."

Ten minutes later.

"Are you okay?"

"without."

Another ten minutes passed.

“…Are you not ready yet?”

“…”

He sealed her question with his lips.

...

The next day was Monday, and there were four professional classes in the morning. The teacher was upright and strict in his academic style, and had strict requirements on students. The last class was a small test, which was a translation of ancient Chinese, which was very long, and the students wrote a whole lesson.

Yan Ge picked up his pen and wrote, his wrist was sore, and he couldn't help but throw the pen ink several times. Tao Ju saw it, and when the test was over, Tao Ju leaned over and smiled: "Yan Ge, your hands are sore, right?"

Yan Ge: "..."

Without waiting for her to answer, Tao Ju said to herself: "My hands are sore. Teacher Su is so good. She has only given so many words for an hour, and it is too late."

At this time, Wang Yuyu and Chen Rulan stepped forward and talked about it, successfully diverting Tao Ju's attention. On one side, because Tao Ju's previous question was still secretly warming up.
To be continued...