Informal Love MTL

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☆ 31. Chapter Thirty-One
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Chapter Thirty-

One Sleeping until dawn, the sun at eight o'clock shone through the floor-to-ceiling curtains and shone in a hazy yellow halo, setting off the scene of sleeping on the bed to be quiet and peaceful.

In the first half of the night, Chen Qinsen was still on his back, being carried by Zou Yin from behind. In the second half of the night, he turned over habitually and hugged her from the front with his long arms.

After falling asleep, Zou Yin had her long hair scattered over her shoulders, and her nightgown slipped onto her upper body, revealing her beautiful lower limbs. One leg was habitually worn between Chen Qinsen's strong legs, and Chen Qinsen clasped her waist and hips, and his hand unconsciously penetrated into her back, caressing her smooth skin.

The two of them slept soundly, as if they had been together any other normal night in the previous nine years.

Suddenly a small wind came through the slightly open window, and Zou Yin unconsciously let out a soft chirp. Chen Qinsen suddenly opened his eyes and woke up. Seeing that she was still awake, he rubbed her forehead and pulled the thin quilt for her.

Zou Yin's eyelashes trembled slightly, her bright red lips pressed against Chen Qinsen's neck, and she wrapped her arms around his creaky dimples, caressing the tattoo on his back vaguely.

After a night's sleep, a woman's chest is always very soft, warm against Chen Qinsen's chest, and Chen Qinsen is afraid that he can't help it.

At a glance, he saw that she had woken up, and the heat from rubbing her forehead just now had receded. This woman, when she was doing it, he was so angry that he vomited blood every minute, wishing to grab her and jump off the stairs to die together; It can turn people's hearts into puddles of water. Now the fever must have subsided, and the person regained his previous calmness, and began to be ashamed of the coquettish behavior towards him in the past two days, and those coquettish words that showed softness.

Chen Qinsen said: "Zou Tangtang, you have to put it on again, I'm going to get hard again."

Zou Yin's fingertips on his back seemed to be stagnant, and then she opened her eyes and woke up.

He buried his face in him, and asked in a low voice, "Chen Zhangbao, do you really hate me?"

As cute as a kitten, Chen Qinsen's bushy eyebrows shone, and he could see through it.

In the first two nights, she was also afraid that there would be no one after he left, and when she saw him grab the key after eight o'clock, she had a look of admiration on her face. It was Chen Qinsen who stayed behind and let her sleep in it. He turned on the TV on the sofa and made some noises, so he was bored.

He was still wriggling around in the middle of the night yesterday, murmuring in a daze that Zou Meijun is still a mother or something, and he doesn't know what's going on recently. Chen Qinsen has been loved by his parents since he was a child, and he can do anything if he wants wind or rain. He thought, how did this woman live before she met him at the age of seventeen.

Seeing that her eyes became clear and bright, Chen Qinsen said, "Why do you hate me? I have been abused by you for a long time. Is the fever gone? Why don't I go down and buy you breakfast." Zou Yin nodded, and Chen Qinsen got up and pretended

. Put on a pair of trousers and go out.

I bought two servings of porridge, steamed buns and fried dough sticks, and opened another pack of mustard shreds. It was past nine o'clock when they ate, and the two of them were sitting at the small tea-wood dining table. Zou Yinxin had taken a shower, her long hair was hanging softly behind her, and her two delicate hair fell on her chest. Chen Qinsen looked at her beautifully, and asked her: "I will go to work on the 8th tomorrow. Do you want to take a day off ?