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Tang Tang turned around and hugged her: "Tang Qingyi, I cooked lily porridge, and I'll make you a bowl of porridge, okay?"

Tang Qing also kissed Tang Tang.

She thought casually, what to do with that peach pit.

Until a few weeks later, Tang Qing also got up at night to go to the bathroom, and then returned to the bed shop.

She left only a few breaths later, Tang Tang frowned, her eyelashes trembling, she was about to wake up.

His knuckles gripped the quilt, exerted force, and turned white.

Tang Qing also subconsciously wanted to hug her, kiss her, and comfort her, like countless times in the past.

But inexplicably, she just watched quietly for a while.

"Tang Qingyi..." Tang Tang rubbed her face in the direction where she was lying, and groped in the still warm bedding with her hands.

Tang Qing never thought about how Tangtang would live without her.

Just like she refused to imagine, what would happen to her if she left Tangtang.

The meaning of Tang Qing's existence is attached to Tang Tang.

She doesn't have the patience to wait peacefully for the years to crawl past her feet again, from infancy to adulthood.

The time when Tangtang was not around was always tormenting, she fell in it, and then stepped into the void.

Tang Qing also took out the red rope from the small wooden box in the bedside cabinet.

The overly rounded peach pits are bright in color.

She pinched the peach pit and pressed it to Tangtang's slender wrist, when she approached, a strange feeling suddenly crossed her heart.

She was momentarily out of breath.

Tang Qing also stood on the spot and slowed down, slowly fastening the rope.

She leaned slightly, getting closer.

Nose, body temperature, aroma... sinking gently.

Tangtang's brows and eyes stretched, instinctively calming down.

"Tang Qingyi." Tang Tang noticed that Tang Qing was also looking at her, and tried hard to open his eyes.

Tang Qing also kissed Tangtang's wrist, and kissed thinly along the rope.

She lay down on the bed again, and Tang Tang quickly adjusted to the position that had the closest contact with her.

"Sleep." Tang Qing also hugged her tightly.

Tang Tang rubbed Tang Qingyi's shoulder obediently.

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It was damp, almost sweltering, tiny beads of sweat seeped from the forehead to the temples, and there was a layer of water on the back.

Tang Qingyi's lips parted silently and exhaled lightly.

Also hot.

She pinched the bedsheets, and groaned, drenched in her sweat.

Why is it so hot.

Tang Qing also suddenly returned to the aged courtyard in the countryside. She crushed the slender ankle bone in her palm with her teeth, took in a rosy peach pit, and the tip of her tongue slid against her calf.

Tang Tang supported the desk, holding back her breath.

"Tang Qingyi...photo..." Tang Tang begged her.

Tang Qing also put the photo frame beside him on the table.

It was a group photo of Tang Tang's parents, which was wiped clean by Tang Tang and placed in the most conspicuous place in the room.

Tiny ceiling fan, tiny room.

The air was ironed, damp and stuffy.

She went to kiss Tang Tang in such an environment.

The more the kiss became hotter, the mouth became thirsty, the hotter the kiss, she held Tangtang's face, tasted the wet tongue, and absorbed the moisture.

It is also so hot.

The sour pleasure rushed from the tailbone, pressing on her nerves, and the joy burst into small tips, and her reason was soaked.

Tang Qingyi curled his fingers slightly, and there was white noise in his ears.

Tang Qing also breathed calmly, and reached out to touch the fluffy head, from the soft hair, earlobes to the small chin.

His fingertips paused on his cheek.

——Tang Qing also felt a cold wet palm.

Tang Tang was trembling.

It's quiet inside.

Tang Qing couldn't even hear Tangtang's breathing.

"Tang Tang?"

Tang Qingyi's heart sank, and she reached out to fish Tangtang into her arms.

Tangtang is so light, lying on her neck, curled up in front of her, not much heavier than a cat.

After a long silence, a thin sob suddenly sounded in Tang Qingyi's ears.

At first it was only lightly, and after a while, it gained momentum and was still not disturbing, and finally it developed into a slightly sharp cry.

Tang Tang hugged Tang Qingyi tremblingly, crying and shedding tears.

Tang Qing is also very hot, but she seems afraid of the cold.

"Tang Tang, what's the matter?" Tang Qing also lifted Tang Tang's chin.

Tangtang obediently obeyed her strength.

Tang Qing also saw it clearly.

Tang Tang's eyelashes were wet and glued together, unable to open them, half of her face was covered with tears.

The ends of the eyes are flushed, so is the nose, and the lips are moist and soft.

She cried pitifully.

"Tang...Qing...also..." Tang Tang was out of breath.

This reminded Tang Qing also of Tang Tang many years ago.

Tangtang who has not worked yet.

Timidly be the Tang Tang of her little tail.

"Did you have a nightmare?" Tang Qing also wanted to draw two tissues, but Tang Tang hugged her so tightly that she had to give up.

She wiped the corners of Tang Tang's eyes with her fingers.

Tang Tang burst into tears and shook her head.

Her eyelashes trembled violently, fluttering like a dying butterfly, stretching a thin bowstring.

Tang Qing also held her face and kissed her eyelids.

The peach pit on Tang Tang's wrist was printed on Tang Qingyi's elbow.

Both stopped.

Tang Qing also raised his eyes and looked into his light-colored pupils.

Touched by the soft gaze, Tang Qing also realized that Tang Tang was happy.

That blissful, pure joy was filling Tang Tang's eyes gently and turbulently.

Tang Qing also felt sad.

Her heart was stagnant, and Tang Qing also breathed lightly, with a long-lasting pain in her chest.