MTL - The Warm Breeze is not as Warm as You-Chapter 877 You are my little love song (Qin Ge 153)

Chapter 877 You are my little love song (Qin Ge 153)

The voice did not fall, and the door in front of him suddenly opened.

When I read the song, I didn't expect that he would suddenly open the door. The whole person stunned. Then he didn't respond. He didn't see the people inside the door. He suddenly jumped over the man's long arm and took it in.

She only felt that a flower in front of her eyes was suddenly pressed on the wall in front of the door. The man directly restrained her from pressing down, bowed down and breathed, and her breath was on her lips. She was shocked by her heart, but she was nervous. The whole person also trembled.

The light in his room was very bright, but he was tall and straight, standing in front of her eyes like this, almost blocking most of the light.

"You really thought that I wouldn't touch you?" The man's voice was a little dumb, and he also had a bit of a tooth: "How old are you?"

When the song was calmed down a little, he swallowed a spit in the dark eyes of the man, whispered: "Reverse, anyway, the sophomore year is over half, and all are fast... and I have passed the legal marriage. It’s age."

The blue veins on Qin Siting’s forehead jumped directly because of her words, and then bowed her head, only to notice that she had nothing to wear in her shirt at this moment.

When the eyes of the songs were so calmly looked at him, the eyes seemed to have hydrating light flashing in the sparkling light. She kept her posture against the wall, blinked and continued to lick. "Qin Siting, I don't know if the word love is very heavy, but it is beyond the very like. I like the boundaries of a person very much. I am willing to pay for my own kind of love. It should be called love. ?"

Qin Siting looked at her like this, looked at it for a long time, closed his eyes, and opened again: "You are having a fever."

"It doesn't matter. I have taken the medicine. I have had a rest in the afternoon. I can't sleep now. The cold is really uncomfortable, but as long as you are in front of me, I feel a lot more comfortable."

What she said was not a love story. It was true. She found that as long as Qin Shiting was in, any illness seemed to be unsatisfactory. Even the gasp of cold and stuffy nose was a little hard, but it would not feel particularly uncomfortable.

The two are too close, completely opposite each other.

"I know." She answered very seriously.

Qin Siting looked at him, looked at it for a long time, sighed, and suddenly let go of her: "Do not make trouble, I can't stand you so toss, go back to sleep..."

He just turned to avoid her eyes that were particularly eye-catching tonight, and the words had not been finished yet. Suddenly the figure was directly hit.

When the song was suddenly brought to him, he raised his foot and raised his chin and suddenly kissed him.

His real-time songs don't know what happened to him, but when he thinks that he has to go out in the past few days and go to Japan, she always feels not calm. She always feels that she can't do it. She wants to be more intimate with him. To be tied to him for a lifetime, can not be separated because of anything, even if there is a temporary door, there can be no mistakes.

The girl is the smell of shower gel in his house, not to mention that nothing is worn under the shirt, even such a shirt is his.

Under the heavy stimulation, Qin Siting’s breathing was heavy, and his hand was fastened to her waist: “Missing...”

She didn't give him the opportunity to talk, wrapped him around him and kissed him once and for all. When he didn't kiss him, he went to lick his chin. He pushed Sang Sang like this, and he didn't know who was pushed back. One step, so in a few steps back to the bed, suddenly two people fell directly.

When the songs were not given up, they still had to go to the pro. Qin Shiting gasped and suddenly raised his hand to suppress her movements.

Her heart sank and said: "Qin Siting, I will not regret, I love..."

The lights in the room are very bright, her heart is very bright, knowing what she is doing, the man's chest is stiff and wide, and when she is holding her, she is extraordinarily comfortable and secure.

He is no longer a boy. He is a man, a man named Qin Situ, her favorite, favorite man.

At the moment when mutual sensibility is about to fall apart, Qin Siting’s hand stays on the button in front of her shirt: “I will marry me when I graduated, huh?”

When I read the song, I solemnly nodded: "Okay!"

Suddenly outside the window, I didn’t know which villa people’s children were playing fireworks. It’s still a month away from the Spring Festival of the new year. But there are already children who can’t help but put a few fireworks. The colorful light illuminates the sky above the Surabaya Villa in an instant.

......

In the early hours of the morning, when the songs woke up from the slumber, turned over and found that the people around him were not there, they opened their eyes and squatted for a while.

Everything was just a little after the rain. After Qin Siting took her to take a shower, she slept. I didn't know how to sleep for a few hours. I felt that I should have not been there for two hours.

She sat up a little hard and looked around: "Qin Siting?"

On the balcony, there was a sudden movement. Some people walked in with their mobile phones. They looked at the wall clock in the room. In the past, they picked up the person and put it in their arms. They bowed their heads and screamed at her. Softly: "Don't sleep?"

When I saw the song, I blinked and my head rested on his shoulder: "Why don't you sleep?"

"I am thinking about bringing you back to the Qin family one day."

When the song was in his neck, he raised his eyes and looked at him: "Go to the Qin family? Ah... see your father and grandfather?"

Qin Siting touched her hair: "Since the work of Yamamoto has been solved, there is still a big gap between it and the Qin family. Now there are some things in the middle, and the Qin family does not look so flat. It’s not the time to take you back, but you don’t want to be wronged.”

"I don't grieve." When I read the song, I didn't want him to think so much for himself. He held his robes and his face pressed against his chin. He squatted and said: "I don't feel wronged, but I am good now. Tired, so sleepy..."

She was still burning and tossing for another night. Now she feels that she has to be abolished, even though she is sweet, shameful and content.

Qin Siting put people on the bed: "I am going to get a thermometer."

(End of this chapter)