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*The little beauty is held by the strong man, and the huge cock is inserted into her tender hole without mercy

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Recently, Ji Wenxin has been sorting out the things in the space. It has been more than three years since the natural disaster, and among the stored items, some of the commonly used items have been used up. The most important things like food are still a lot left because a lot was bought at the beginning. However, nearly half of the enjoyment items such as drinks and snacks are empty.

There's no way around it. Neither of them are multi-millionaires or billionaires. The little money they have is of course used to buy the most important things and ensure their survival.

Fortunately, his brother Jin is a jack of all trades. He can make his own snacks, such as braised chicken feet and duck clavicles, or roasted spicy rabbit heads, which can make Ji Wenxin chew on them with relish for a long time.

Not to mention that Brother Jin also learned to make various small desserts based on the food blogger videos he downloaded. He can make cakes, cookies, and milk tea. Ji Wenxin felt that the ones she bought were not as delicious as those made by Liang Jin.

As a result, the pile of snacks that had been popular in the space before began to face an endless consumption process. Only when Ji Wenxin occasionally remembered the taste of memories would she take them out and eat some.

While cleaning up, Ji Wenxin also found a few body painting pens, which were given to him when he bought small toys. When he saw it, Ji Wenxin felt very strange. What does this have to do with interest? Then he threw the painting pens into a corner of the space.

Now that this thing has been dug out again, Ji Wenxin thinks that although he doesn't know how to use it as a hobby, it should be great for playing pranks.

Then Liang Jin's face suffered. When he woke up one morning, the man kissed the sleeping face of the little one in his arms tenderly, but he felt him tremble.

Is Xinxin cold? Is the kang not warm enough?

Liang Jin touched Ji Wenxin's face, which was warm, smooth and tender, not at all cold. However, he still got up and heated the kang a little hotter, and even brought in a brazier from outside.

The little beauty who was curled up in the quilt and laughing secretly came out because of the heat. Her face was red and there was a little sweat. So he didn't put on many layers of outer clothes, but went straight to the bathroom door in slippers to wait for his brother to come in.

"Hmm?" A man's puzzled and surprised voice came from inside, followed by a helpless and doting chuckle, "This guy..."

With a click, the door opened. Liang Jin immediately saw the little man trying to escape, and pulled him back by the collar. "Did you get up so early just to do this?"

Ji Wenxin turned around and couldn't help laughing again. She saw that on the man's handsome and resolute face, there was a Guanyin mole painted on his forehead, eyes painted on his eyelids, and all kinds of messy lip prints, small turtles, small flowers, and a red sausage mouth painted on his face.

Liang Jin pinched his face and rubbed it a few times in a funny and annoyed manner. He asked why he suddenly shivered. It turned out that it was not because of the cold, but because he almost couldn't hold back his laughter.

"This will be gone after washing with clean water twice." After the prank was completed, Ji Wenxin acted well-behaved again and wiped the man's face with a face towel.

Liang Jin listened thoughtfully: "Xinxin, let me see the pen later."

"Well, okay." Ji Wenxin didn't think much about it and just thought that the man was curious about this body painting pen.

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