After Transmigrating into a Book, I Have an Entire Family of Cannon Fodder

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Bai Ye said that he didn't wait. Qi Xingchen really didn't let him wait. He hugged the other party's neck: he slightly tiptoed up and sent it up by himself.

The two lips are connected, and the long-lasting thoughts are burning like Mars hitting the earth. Bai Ye forgot the gentleman. There was no buffer, so he directly pried open his lips and teeth and drove straight in. The tip of the tongue swept across the soft cavity | wall, then hooked Qi Xingchen's slightly shranked tongue, sucked and chewed gently between his lips, and carefully shone every inch of soft red.

Qi Xingchen was dizzy and disobeded by the kiss. He wanted to withdraw his tongue and slow down, but the other party did not follow him. He could only tighten his arms and hold them tighter and try not to let himself fall from the other party.

I don't know how long it took to kiss, maybe three minutes or thirty minutes. The fresh air poured in, and the other party finally let him go.

The posture of opening his mouth has been maintained for too long, and a small piece of wet water stain has accumulated on the corners of his lips. Qi Xingchen has no intention to care about it. He lay softly on Bai Ye's shoulder.

Bai Ye hugged Qi Xingchen with his left hand, pinched the back of his neck with his right hand, and twisted his soft hair for a while. It seems that I finally have a long-awaited kitten. I don't know how to deal with it, so I can express my inner joy.

He rubbed the kitten's ear with the tip of his nose. "How long has it been since we met? It's been a month.

Thirty-nine days and seventeen hours.

So accurate?

Um, "Qi Xingchen's voice is urn. "I count it every day.

It turned out that not only he felt difficult to suffer for two hours, but the little fan was more anxious than him: Bai Ye's heart was like being bitten by a toothless animal, sour and swollen. He lowered his head and kissed the whirlpool of the little fan's brain.

When he left, he accidentally found that the little fan's hair was very shiny: curious: "Have you wiped something on your hair?

Qi Xingchen: "...Well, I applied essential oil.

Why do you wipe this thing? Aren't you afraid of sticky dust?

Qi Xingchen

I want to swear.

Seeing that he did not answer, Bai Ye realized that the role of Liang Xiaolong was rough and how rough it was, and where he needed to take care of his hair.

The little fan got his hair. He knew that he was going to meet today, so he specially dressed up for him.

He was happy for no reason. Bai Ye smiled deeper, and his words began to break through the scale. He whispered in Qi Xingchen's ear, "Where else have you taken care of besides your hair? Let me see."

Qi Xingchen's head was buried down.

How can he say it?

OK, I'll find it myself.

Bai Ye picked up his hair and sniffed behind his ear, "Spray perfume.

Bai Ye kissed his soft skin behind his ears, and then the tip of his nose slid down the carotid artery all the way, and finally stayed on his shoulder. "The taste here is different. What is it?

Body and body milk.

The little fan wore a washed blue denim shirt today. People with white skin will look whiter, and people with dark skin will look dirty.

Qi Xingchen was the former, and his eyes touched his white neck exposed outside: Bai Ye's breathing suddenly became a little short, "I want to smell the body milk. Can I unbutton you?