Chapter 812: 814

Soft light sprinkles a room of tenderness.

Ji Xuehao had intended to take a good look at her face, because it was about to be separated, and he was also reluctant to part.

But I don't want to, little girl

Is this an invitation?

The young girl's white neck, the newly developed Adam's apple slipped up and down for a while, and two little girls were printed in the clear and moist pupils.

He thought that he would never forget her lovely little appearance in this life. Her white face was dyed with light pink halo. She was quiet and gentle, which made his heart swing.

The finger that pinched her chin quivered slightly, take a deep breath, just want to bow head to kiss up, small wench suddenly opens big eye to complain discontentedly: "good sour!"

He was so scared that he immediately withdrew his hand. When he stood back, his ears were stained with an unnatural blush.

"How come it's so slow?" tilted Yu's eyebrows

She has been puckering her little mouth. She has never been puckered like this. She is so sour!

"Cough."

She raised her eyes and saw Ji Xuehao spring away from her eyes like an electric shock. At this moment, she was standing at the window. The tall shadow brought her endless sense of stability.

He coughed twice with one hand between his lips and put it down again.

"If you like, I can follow you to Ningguo tomorrow. But I'm sure I can't live in the imperial palace. Your family won't agree with me. I can live in Qiao's house. "

"Yes! Be willing! How could I not? One hundred of me will! A thousand will! "

Chuiyu jumped up happily, rushed to him, hugged him and jumped all the time!

Ji Xuehao looks at her so happy, and her mouth goes up: "just be happy."

A gentle word, just like the spring wind, green the south of the river in the world.

She looked up at him with twinkling eyes and let him gently hold his shoulder and asked, "Ji Xuehao, do you think it's unfair? Father said, like a flower, pick it, love a flower, water it. I want to take you away. I want to take you off. You are willing to go with me. You have to think about everything clearly. You decide to live in Qiao's house and accommodate me, that is to water me. Ji Xuehao, I also love you, don't want to just like you! But the father said, "I am still young, so I will not love."

Ji Xuehao took a deep breath and didn't expect to hear her say that.

Maybe because of her character, there is no detour in her mind.

He smiled a little, very accommodating said: "it doesn't matter, I water you, you will grow up, you grow up, will know how to love me.". There is no free lunch in the world. I'm willing to be a gardener for you. In the future, you will only bloom for me. It's fair. "

His smile was full of warmth, and there was no sense of grudging or complaining.

Even when he talked about the future, his eyes were shining with some longing.

This reminds him of what his father said. He said that love is limited to the present, and that true love will naturally think of the future of this person.

And he, at the moment, naturally thought of the future with her.

Tilt feather looks up at Ji Xuehao, the heart is full, warm, suddenly mischievous to blink at him: "you are not afraid of me running? Water me, keep me tender and tender, and then someone else will pick it. Aren't you busy? "

The girl smiled at his eyes.

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But the youth's face is white in a flash!

The big hand on her shoulder was tight. He closed his lips, looked at her deeply, and realized that only the joking kindness was left in her eyes, which held her carefully in his arms.

Bow, chin gently touching her shoulder.

In the room, only the boy's pious and childish voice was floating: "tilt feather, if this is a joke, don't play it again later."

If she really fell in love with others in the future, she would give up on her own initiative. He would let go generously, smile and bless, no regrets!

If she will not be remembered by others voluntarily in the future, no matter who that person is, Ji Xuehao is not to blame for his ruthlessness and keeping his love!

"Then, did you want to do what you have just done?" he asked

"Well?" His thought was interrupted, and he let her go a little bit. When her little face was raised, his sight was enough to see: "what's the matter?"

Leaning feather looked at him, then raised his hand in embarrassment, pointed to his mouth, looked at him again, and said shyly, "are you still kissing me?"

Ji Xuehao's heart beat quickly. He didn't answer. He saw the little girl close her eyes as before: "hurry up, my mouth will be sour!"

She pursed her lips slightly, her eyelashes quivered lightly, and she was in his arms and hugged by him.

Ji Xuehao no longer wants to let go!

He just wanted to keep pestering her until he died!

Bow, two pieces of soft and moist things stick directly to her jelly like lips.

Tilt feather's hands made an unnatural grasping action, some of them dare not breathe, but Ji Xuehao, on his own, does not want to leave, quietly watching her butterfly wings like eyelashes, just like watching the most beautiful scenery in this life.

The streamer flies quietly, like willow catkins raised by spring breeze, flying wantonly.

This kiss lasted for a long time, pure as the scene in the fairy tale, shallow as a kiss, but it makes the heart surging, as if every blood vessel in the whole body, there is blood rushing.

Ji Xuehao can hear his heart beating. For the first time, he feels that he is really alive.

Tilt the feather to wring the small eyebrow, suddenly open mouth to complain: "OK, I am all sour, Wu......"

The back of the head spoon is gently clasped by his big hand. Before the sentence of tilt feather can be finished, he opens his eyes slightly and looks at her cautiously with his smiling eyes.

Ji Xuehao took the opportunity to pick up the fragrant territory like the rose's clear dew and gently coaxed between his lips and teeth: "close your eyes."

His mind was humming. He couldn't feel anything. Hearing his voice was like being hypnotized by him. He closed his eyes and pressed his body into his arms.

Bella explained to her how pregnancy works, so she knew it would be OK.

She was moved by the thought of his heavy heart and his indifference to her past.

I don't know how to hook his neck with my arm, so I raised my soft and slender fingers, grabbed his neck, and grabbed his neck close to myself.

Time passed by, and the heart of Qingyu was floating, a little intoxicated.

The young man in front of him suddenly turned his head and coughed twice: "coughing."

Tilting feather opened his eyes, saw his hands on his neck, and his face was red, she was so scared that she let go of him and apologized repeatedly: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"

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