The Pointed Reddish Lips

When she got up, Ji Yan had already left.

Bread and milk were already on her bedside table, and she could reach them by stretching out her hand.

Looking at Shen Huanzhu, the love pattern was only one-third short. According to the past habits, the orange level was basically full after she took the man's virginity. The higher the level of the love pattern, the slower it grew, so it also depends on the situation.

Peaceful times are indeed different from the previous chaotic times. In the past, she could summon two little ghosts to play when she was free. Now, alas, now she hasn't seen even a little thing for several days.

But it's actually quite rare to be so clean. It can only be said that the authorities are working hard to catch ghosts!

Ding

A verification message came from the phone.

I am Yun Qingjue

She was stunned. Aren't they good friends? Why do they need to re-verify?

Suddenly remembered that last night, Ji Yan bit her there and told her to delete Yun Qingjue.

Delete it, delete it, anyway, she doesn't care. Before the love pattern grows full, she will not be with other men.

Just pretend not to see it. Jinhuan turned on the TV and randomly found a variety show to watch.

This was actually a parent-child program. Human cubs are sometimes quite cute.

After killing the whole morning, Ji Yan actually came home at noon and bought vegetables to cook for her.

"Ji Yan." She came over and kept hugging Ji Yan. She didn't want to move because she had no energy for the whole morning.

"Huan'er, sit by yourself for a while, and you can eat soon."

Jinhuan was not hungry. Holding him, she would not be hungry all day.

"If I don't want to eat, I'll eat you."

"After dinner, I'll let you eat, okay?"

She didn't respond. Even if she hugged him, Ji Yan could only cook like this.

When the smoke came up, she took the initiative to let go. This gas is not good for the skin. She didn't want to stay here!

She went back to the bedroom to watch TV happily.

Ji Yan chuckled. This girl.

On the dining table

Jinhuan picked at the rice in the bowl. She didn't need to eat at all, and she had no appetite for the food in front of her.

Reaching out from the plate on the table, he took out a bag of spicy strips.

He opened it, took out a strip and chewed it happily.

"What do you like to eat? You can't always skip meals and eat snacks, right?" Ji Yan was a little worried.

Jinhuan bit the spicy strips distressedly: "Then, I'll eat more fruits in the future, and you'll cook less. A little bit is enough for me!" She stretched out her little finger and gestured, just a little bit.

After all, Ji Yan also meant well, she wouldn't be too unreasonable.

Ji Yan couldn't bear to say harsh words. After all, she had eaten very little for dinner since the two of them just met, which was understandable.

Jinhuan stared at his lips, seriously considering whether to speed up the growth of the love lines?

Ji Yan's hands were shaking.

Although they were together every day recently, he still felt shy and nervous when Jinhuan looked at him so seriously.

But he had to pretend to be calm.

After waiting for him to finish his meal, she came over to get started.

Touching his hand for a while, kissing his face for a while.

Stick to each other, and rub energy.

"Want it?"

He pulled her collar down a little, and naturally pleased her.

Jinhuan always wore only a small nightgown at home, and it was really hard for Ji Yan to endure until now.

She hugged his head, enjoying the man's repeated flattery at this moment.

It was a little painful, but more of it was numbness and itchiness.

He picked her up and walked upstairs, but his mouth did not leave.

"Huan'er, can you?"

He had something in his mouth, and his voice was unclear and hoarse.