MTL - Can You Love Me?-Chapter 95 Hug well

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Xin Ai shouted: "Where am I, I am so embarrassed, I can seduce you."

Jane Zechuan pressed the waist of Xin Ai and pressed her whole person closer to the body. "Now."

The repressed voice was so **** that his eyes seemed to be from the flames of the burner under the iceberg. Xin Ai shook: "I..."

What else can you say?

After a while, Xin Ai’s hands pressed Jane’s chest to try to hold up a little bit. One of the serious sayings: “It’s not my fault to be beautiful.”

Jane Sawakawa swept through the face of the peach blossom after the love of Xin Ai, and his eyes picked up. "Is it still my fault?"

Xin Ai sighed, and the little hand patted Jane Sawagawa’s chest and said seriously: "Uncle... You are not too young, and then go on like this, I am worried about you... Yeah..."

If the words have not been finished, the person will be turned over and pressed again.

After a long time, a breeze blew in, the window screen raised a sinuous arc, Xin Ai shivered and shivered, soft like a spring breeze smashed through the tender willow, just swayed, swayed, like a cardamom girl walking When twisting the waist, it is soft and heart-wrenching, and itching into the bones.

Xin Ai regretted her death, and she should not say that men can't.

All the men in this world are reluctant to listen, even if it is Jane Zecheon.

"Uncle... forgive me, I am wrong... I know that you are powerful, I am worried that it is superfluous, you are so fierce, even if you are old, you are old and strong..."

Yes, this is not as good as saying.

Xin Ai said with a lot of cheeky that she felt ashamed to speak, and finally finally got Jane Zechuan.

In the past, the squally showers, Xin Ai struggled to get out of Jianze Chuan's arms, like the withered flowers blown by the wind and rain, lingering in the eyelids can not open.

Later, she was drenched by Jane Sawa, and she did not remember when she came out.

Jane Zechuan took Xinyi out, threw her on the bed, swept her body with water drops, and her breathing was a little tight. Her peach blossoms spread all over, and that was his own painting.

The big bed was already messy, and Jane Zecheon really didn't want to sleep in this bed. He took a sheet of Xinai and turned to the second bedroom.

A few minutes later, he came back again, and wiped the water from Xin Ai indiscriminately, and went to the next door together.

The sky is white, and the sleeping city has not yet awakened.

Xin Ai suddenly screamed and stunned from the bed.

Her face was pale, her sweat on her forehead, her body trembling, her pupils tightening, and she was obviously scared.

Jane Sawakawa opened his eyes and looked at her faintly: "Don't have a nightmare."

Xin Ai returned to God. She saw herself sleeping on the edge of the bed. She was separated from Jian Zechuan by an arm. The place where the two separated, as if the air were cold.

She looked around, this is the second bedroom is not the master bedroom, think of tossing last night, Xin Ai could not help but face fever.

Xin Ai bowed his head and his hair fell to cover his face: "Well, I had a terrible nightmare."

Dreaming of Zhao Tiande, the dream got the scene where he died on her face, last night, became her nightmare.

Now I think that Xin Ai is still chilly, fear is pervasive, and she is afraid of her. She turns her head and looks at Jane Sawa, bites her lip, wants to rely on the past, and wants to find someone to dispel her fear.

Jane Sawakawa woke up, hair was messy, his eyes were lazy, his upper body was **, there was a scratch on his chest, and there was a tooth print. Xin Ai saw his face a little red. She seemed to be quite fierce last night.

He swept over the deeper hickeys on Xin Ai, and the wake-up that seemed to be awakened seemed to be scattered. It was rare to ask: "What nightmare?"

Xin Ai did not say, moving his body, "Uncle, the body hurts, hug is good?"

She is really uncomfortable, especially the waist and legs, gently moving, the painful tears can flow out.

Xin Ai's eyes are affectionate, the water vapor swirls in the bottom of the eye, and there is a smog of rain on the West Lake. But anyone who sees this second is afraid that one or more of them will not be able to carry it into the rain and then refuse to climb out.

But her beauty, her tenderness, seems to have no effect on Jane Sawa.

He squinted and looked at her as if he was looking at a stranger.

When you wake up, you have to hug, and when you fall asleep, you will be honest how far you can go.

Jane Zecheon is sometimes very curious. When can this woman's play be played, the mouth likes it, even if she can't lie, she wants to lie to others?

Xin Ai reached out and hooked one of his fingers and shouted: "Three brothers..."

Jane Sawakawa’s fingers moved a little, and there were a lot of people calling him the third brother. But when these two familiar words were called out from the mouth of Xin Ai, they turned a corner with a delicate tail, as if her hand was in him. Scratched on the chest, crisp, and numb.

That was actually the feeling that was not given.

Jane Sawakawa pinched a finger from Xin Ai: "Don't call my uncle?"

Xin Ai's nose: "No, I won't call it later. You are so young, and your uncle is calling you old."

Jian Zechuan’s mouth moved a bit. This little girl’s film always loves to scream, and he dares to call anything. The surface is clever, but the courage is actually bigger than anyone else.

If not, he will not let her step by step in his life.

Jane Zechuan extended his hand to Xin Ai.

At the moment of Jane's arms, Xin Ai's illusion is as if they are a couple of lovers, and they are warming together.

Perhaps it was the dream that was too scary, and Xin Ai was somewhat addicted to Jane’s arms and could not bear to open.

But Xin Ai’s heart is very clear, no matter how tacit understanding of the body, but the distance of the heart is separated by the light years, and will never be close.

Even now she seems to be able to smash in front of Jane Zechuan. It seems that he has a bit more favor for her, but... Xin Ai knows that his kind of favor is not for people, but for Pet's.

There is no feeling, cold!

It will be taken away at any time, and it is also the cheapest.

Xin Ai listened to Jian Zechuan’s beating heartbeat and deliberately asked: “Uncle... Do you like me?”

Jane Zechuan’s heartbeat rhythm, no change at all, breathing is steady, he closed his eyes, pinched Xinai’s neck, and asked lazy: “What do you say?”

Xin Ai’s cheeks licked his chest: “It’s definitely... I don’t like it, but it’s okay, I like you enough.”

She felt that Jian Zechuan’s chest had shook twice, vaguely hearing his unclear low smile. His hand slid down from her back neck: “It’s bright, you want to sleep, or...”

Xin Ai immediately shook his body: "Sleep and sleep..."

I said three sleeps in a row!

Xin Ai’s head went to his arms and refused to look up.

Last night, she really exhausted all her energy and strength. She never came again, she was going to die.

Jane Zechuan’s lips are rising, and the shallow smile is more dazzling than the sunlight passing through the clouds.