buccal nevus

Grandpa took it with his mouth, wet, took the opportunity to suck on his finger, and he ate so slippery that he could no longer pick it off. At this time, the old lady said: "Deyong, why do you eat from your daughter-in-law's hand? ,outrageous."

"Mother," said the uncle without any shame, so calmly, "it is because of these hands that I am today."

12 (You can find me on Weibo, because the original profile has the word "desire" [laugh cry]

The uncle really took it with his mouth, wet, took the opportunity to suck a bite on his finger, and he ate so slippery that he could no longer pick it off. At this time, the old lady said: "Deyong, why do you eat from your daughter-in-law's hand? ,outrageous."

"Mother," said the uncle without any shame, so calmly, "it is because of these hands that I am today."

What he said was a word of conscience, and everyone present counted as one, and they were all witnesses.

Before the play was over, the uncle took Xu Zhui'er back to the big house. He drank some wine, took off his jacket and leaned against the door leaf, he had to pester Xu Zhui'er not to go to bed.

"What are you doing?" Xu Zhui'er covered her chest and struggled in his arms, "Don't make trouble with me!"

"My lower body is weak," the uncle pressed half of his body weight on him, hugging him tightly, "I can't walk."

"Don't talk like me!" Xu Zhui'er yelled at him, and after yelling, he lowered his head shyly, "It doesn't sound good at all..."

"It sounds good," the uncle rested his chin on his shoulder annoyingly, stroked his narrow ribs, thinking about it, but didn't dare to be too explicit, "I love to hear it."

He has always been like this recently, and Xu Zhui'er could feel something was wrong with him, blushing, a little scared: "Why are you so shameless?" He pushed his hand that was getting stronger and stronger, "Not serious..."

"I'm drunk," the uncle lied, "you smell the wine in my mouth."

Xu Zhui'er didn't answer, and didn't look back, she was hugged by him and twisted into an awkward position.

"Button..." the uncle buried his head on his back and asked in a hoarse voice, "Is it tight?" As he spoke, he stretched out his hand to untie it, but Xu Zhuier quickly held it down.

"Go, go to bed," Xu Zhui'er's heart was pounding, "I'll get you some water to wash your feet."

He knew that the uncle was hooking up with him as a daughter. He blamed him, blamed him for having such thoughts, and hated himself for committing a crime, and deceived this man miserably.

The old man couldn't even rely on him, and he still pulled him by force, relying on Xu Zhui'er not wanting him to fall, he grabbed his wrist and pestered him: "Show me...take a look?"

How dare Xu Zhuier let him see it, it's over after seeing it.

"I..." The uncle was a little embarrassed, he was rarely like this, Xu Zhui'er thought he had something to say, but in the end he killed a thousand knives, and he unexpectedly said: "I don't think you are small."

Suddenly, Xu Zhui'er's face turned red from the tips of his ears to the base of his neck. He knew what the "little" that the uncle said was a woman's thing. He was naked and couldn't grow it.

"It's still you..." Seeing him like this, the uncle thought he had guessed pretty well, "You haven't gotten out yet?"

Xu Zhui'er shrunk her neck to cover her chest, pressed her fingertips to her lips, and bit her lips to death without making a sound. The uncle felt ashamed to tell this girl what he said next, but he was afraid that if he didn't say it, he would miss this drunken spring night: "Wait I'm fine." His voice dropped suddenly, "I'll make out with you once, and you'll have it."

Xu Zhui'er closed her eyes and couldn't listen anymore, she supported the uncle's hand and retracted angrily, letting him fall against the door panel.

Boss Wei was thrown into a mess by this fall, and he was on his back, but he looked at Xu Zhui'er, squatting on the ground with his back on his back, covering his face with his hands—he was so ashamed.

This whole night, Xu Zhui'er slept on Luo Han's bed. She said she was asleep, but she didn't close her eyes for half the night. When she got up early the next day, the two of them had a good meal as usual and went for a walk in the yard. He hid in the box, pretending not to dare to face him.

When he was awkward and cramped, someone came in from outside the courtyard, first the hem of a long gown blown by the wind, followed by the cuffs of a turquoise Fangsheng pattern gown, the emerald ring on his finger flashed under the light, a raspy young man of seventeen or eighteen.

"Brother!" He called the uncle, with a warm smile, and when he saw Xu Zhui'er who was dragging the uncle, he paused, as if embarrassed, and softly called, "Sister-in-law."

It was the first time for Xu Zhui'er to be called like this, and she didn't know the answer, so she looked at him curiously, and on her back, the uncle greeted lightly: "Desheng is here."

Wei Desheng, the third child of the Wei family, was led into the house by Xu Zhui'er with a smirk, and sat side by side on the chair with the uncle, chatting homely without saying a word: "...I'm so happy, no, I came to greet you early in the morning !"

Xu Zhui'er didn't know what to do, she wasn't in the room, the third master stretched his neck to look out, and asked his brother innocently: "Is it her? I didn't see clearly yesterday, so she is such a good little girl."

There is nothing wrong with him using that word, but the uncle just finds it unpleasant: "She is two years older than you."

13 (Sorry to get off work, even later

Xu Zhui'er didn't know what to do, she wasn't in the room, the third master stretched his neck to look out, and asked his brother innocently: "Is it her? I didn't see clearly yesterday, so she is such a good little girl."

There is nothing wrong with him using that word, but the uncle just finds it unpleasant: "She is two years older than you."

The third master seemed surprised, and raised his eyebrows: "It's similar to the one in my room," he said, seeming lonely and envious, and shook his head with a wry smile, "It's really different."

The uncle heard the meaning behind his words, leaned over and asked, "You... how are you?"

"It's not bad," the third master's voice lowered, and the unrestrained vigor he had when he first entered the hospital was gone, "She... usually handles it very hard, it seems that no matter how warm it is, it doesn't get hot."

"It's still life with you," the uncle smiled and pushed him, "It's only been half a year, it will be fine after a while."

The third master stared at the painting of beauties on the wall for a while, and sighed heavily: "Brother, if you hadn't been bad... Mother wouldn't rush me to get married," he pursed his lips, a little complaining, "I Only seventeen..."

The uncle didn't know what to say for a while, and after a long while, the third master pretended to smile lightly and winked at him: "Look at her sticking to you so much yesterday," he was talking about that wild girl Xu Zhui'er, "You are blessed. "

"Silly boy," the uncle was happy, and pampered his hair, "Female junior, hold the gold brick, your luck is in the future."

Xu Zhui'er came in at this time, her face was flushed, her hands were clutching the hem of the jacket, which was full, and she carried a lot of walnuts: "Yesterday, the old lady asked someone to pretend." He was full of joy. When the sun hits, there is fresh vitality, "I'm already in the east of the courtyard."

The third master only took one look at him, then turned his head away with a blushing face—Xu Zhui'er was so busy picking up walnuts that he didn't notice that his skirt was raised high, revealing the little clothes underneath.

"Girl!" The uncle hurriedly called him, but the third master heard him, and looked over in surprise. His elder brother who was the leader in the Fengyue field, and the elder brother who was called brother and brother with the soldiers, had never called a woman like that. Intimate, sticky and soft, like a piece of meat on your own body.

"Hey," Xu Zhui'er obediently responded, pouring the walnuts carefully on the table, picking the biggest one with a pair of white hands, breaking it apart along the cracks, and calling the third master like a child: "hands Give me."

The third master stared at him blankly, and stretched out his hand in front of him. Xu Zhui'er carefully picked the walnut meat, piece by piece, blew it clean, and put it on the palm of his hand: "Your walnuts are delicious," he said, as he spoke. While smiling at the third master, this is his man's own younger brother, and he wants to feel sorry for him, "You eat, and I'll grill it for you after eating."

The third master couldn't tell whether he was shy or embarrassed. He glanced at his elder brother lightly. Boss Wei was obviously upset. He put on his usual cold face, grabbed Xu Zhui'er's arm, and pulled him towards him: "When A sister-in-law looks like a sister-in-law!"

Having said that, he gently held the slender waist with his hand, facing his wife's shriveled belly, like a serving mother, patting the ashes on his little jacket.

At first sight, Xu Zhui'er was often pampered by him, and she spoke to the third master tremblingly, "I've seen your daughter-in-law before, she's so beautiful."

is it beautiful?The third master couldn't tell, but felt that the same was "sister", one was as cold as nine days, and the other was as warm as spring and March: "She..." He didn't pay attention, and said what was in his heart, "I don't look as good as you."

"Nonsense," Xu Zhui'er laughed at him, thinking that he was sweet-talking, "He's all covered in gold, how can I compare?"

Only then did the third master pay attention to his arms, chest and earlobe, and some skin and flesh were clean, raw and unmodified, and he couldn't tell what was going on. His face suddenly turned red, and he was so flustered that he couldn't sit still. : "Brother...that me," he lowered his head to avoid Xu Zhui'er, "I'll come to see you some other day!"

After speaking, he recklessly left.

His "another day" was actually the next day. It was almost noon, and Xu Zhui'er was drying clothes in the courtyard.

Seeing him, Xu Zhui'er called "old three" familiarly, and shook his hands: "Why are you so red?"

The third master looked around the yard, and unconsciously lowered his voice: "Where's my brother?"

"I'm tired of tossing around and resting on the bed," Xu Zhui'er's arms were dripping wet, and his sleeves were rolled up to his elbows in an unseemly manner, "I'll call you..."

"Hey don't," the third master stared at his thin white arms, and took out a bamboo stick from behind with embarrassment, on which a human figure was piled up with brown sugar, crooked, like Monkey King.

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"Hey don't," the third master stared at his thin white arms, and took out a bamboo stick from behind with embarrassment, on which a human figure was piled up with brown sugar, crooked, like Monkey King.

As soon as Xu Zhui'er saw it, his eyes lit up.