the warmth of hands

The little white pigeon was full of sleep, she rubbed against the warm source, and opened her eyes in a daze.Marco is right next to him... As expected, he is still there, that's great, Marco didn't lie, even after the pigeon fell asleep, he didn't disappear, it's really great!Hmm, got my hair touched... Marko woke up?The little white dove whose hair was rubbed made a small voice like a kitten, "Good morning, Marco."

"Well, good morning."

When Marco got up, he saw the little white pigeon brushing his hair casually, and started folding the quilt consciously. It was the first time for Marco to see such a self-disciplined child. I have to say, the little white pigeon with short arms and short legs and the thin quilt The look of struggle is very interesting.After waiting for her to fold it, he picked her up in a good mood and went to the bathroom, cleaned both of them, and trouble came.

"Marco, you need to shush." ​​One sentence made Marko fall into a situation where he couldn't move forward or retreat... "Marco, put the pigeon down, you have to shush...I can't hold it anymore..."

Finally Marco came back to his senses, and saw that the little white pigeon was wrinkling his face, as if he couldn't help it, so he put down the little white pigeon vigorously, and turned around the moment she took off her panties.His nose is hot because of this kind of thing, is he already abnormal... But...

"Marco, I can't climb up..."

After hearing this, Marco felt extremely tired. It seems that he will be so tired until the white dove transforms back... I can't go on like this. I have to ask the nurse to take the white dove. What is the problem now? Only then can the white pigeon agree.

Marko, who was troubled by the problem, was thinking distressedly, while looking at the little white pigeon sitting on his lap eating breakfast, it seemed that he had noticed his gaze, so she raised her head and laughed.Enough is enough, the innocent and ignorant smile is really enough, the most important thing is not to look at him like this when you have milk stains on your mouth after drinking the milk, don't lick it.

Under unprecedented psychological pressure, Marco picked up a handkerchief and wiped it for her, "Have you finished eating?"

"Hmm! But... Marco didn't eat much..."

"Yeah yeah! Marco, you eat very little." It was Ace who said this, and he was sitting at their table with a large bowl of food, which was the same as the one Marco had brought before. Compared with dish pasta, there is a sense of gap between Huangshan and Xiaoqiushan. "If you eat too little, you won't have the energy to take care of the little white pigeon, right? Little white pigeon."

The little white pigeon nodded heavily when she heard it, and got out of Marco's arms, and ran to the place where the food was fetched. She is not tall enough to reach the table now, so she can only dance with the chef brother inside. She asked for the food, and finally said thank you to the chef brother who helped her take it out. She stubbornly wanted to take it by herself, and took the heavy and hot plate. In order to prevent the food inside from spilling out, the little white pigeon held it firmly, Walk back slowly.

"Give these to Marco!" The little white pigeon raised the plate high and wanted to hand it to Marco, "Although I don't know what Marco likes to eat...but I still took it. Next time I will get what Marco likes, which is nutritious of."

What Marco is looking at now is not the food on the plate, but the forbearance of the white dove. He takes the plate, puts it away casually, picks her up and puts her on his lap, wanting to see her little hands . "Hey, open your hand and show me."

"Hmm..." Little White Pigeon opened her eyes, and tears suddenly rolled down the corners of her eyes, "It hurts..."

Now her little hands are so red that the blisters are popping up! ! !Marco, who was taken aback, rushed to the medical room without saying a word... Looking at the little white pigeon with bandages on his hands, Marco had a headache, "I'm scared to death, if If it’s hot, don’t hold it, it’s been so long! Don’t you want your hand anymore!”

"Because... umm, I want to help Marco with something..." Because of the pain in his hand, the little white pigeon's face was wrinkled into a ball, but he didn't cry, and the reward candy was stuffed in his mouth by Baby, and he couldn't speak. Not particularly clear.In the end, the little white pigeon swallowed the small candy abruptly in order to speak, "Marco, don't be angry..."

Speaking of this, the little white pigeon who didn't even cry when picking up water bubbles began to cry, and big and big teardrops kept pouring out, and it was out of control, "I'm sorry...Marco, don't be angry...don't miss..."

"what?"

"It's because the little pigeon is not good, and it makes my mother angry. Huh... everyone just slept and disappeared! The big sister must be like this, huh... it must be because the little pigeon is not good... don't want Marco No more! The little pigeon will be very good in the future, woo woo woo..." More and more tears were pouring down, and the embankment was about to burst. Seeing this situation, Bebila and the others immediately shifted strategically and transferred all power Leave it to Marco.

Seeing that he and the little white pigeon were the only ones in the medical class, Marco sighed again, did he know how to get into a dead end like this when he was a child, did he think about a lot of things like this when he was a child... "I said I won't disappear, don't Cried."

Although it is a bit strange to do it to the white pigeon who is only three years old, but...Marco held her face and kissed her lips like a dragonfly, "We will always be together, white pigeon."

The little white pigeon was stunned, her tears didn't fall, she opened her eyes wide and looked at Marco.

Wow... I kissed, I kissed Marco, it was the kind of kiss that I accidentally saw my father and mother doing before, so amazing.

Well, Dad and Mom seem to be together all the time, because Dad is Mom's husband and Mom is Dad's wife.

Speaking of it... this kiss is the same as the kiss that father and mother have done, so...

So, Xiaoge is already Marko's wife? ! ! !

Xiaoge was frightened by his own thoughts, but it seemed good after thinking about it!In this way, Xiaoge can always be with Marco, and Marco will not disappear, and Xiaoge doesn't want Marco to marry other sisters or anything.

Seeing that the little white pigeon stayed there for a while, Marco regretted it. Was he really scared? Don’t hate yourself because of this. It will be bad if it is like last time. It is very dangerous for a child to have a high fever...

It's just that he didn't expect the little white pigeon's next move.

The little white pigeon came back to his senses, saw that Marco was still not far away from him, and acted immediately, imitating Marco's previous appearance, holding the opponent's face, and sticking his mouth to the opponent's lips. After posting it for ten seconds before leaving, he said very seriously to Marco who was a little stunned: "Xiaoge wants to be with Marco all the time, so Xiaoge wants to be Marco's wife, so that she can always be like mom and dad. We are together! Marco will not disappear anytime soon."

Really...why, why don't you grow up a little... After a sigh in his heart, Marco carefully took the little hands that were still on his face, and kissed lightly, "Okay, Baige will be my wife Yo, and we have been together forever, no one is allowed to leave, just like this agreement, Baige, you must not forget."

"Hmm!!!" The smile now is probably her brightest and most reassuring. "I like Marco the most!"

"Hi, hi~ I like Baige you the most too~" Although it was said from the mouth of the only three-year-old Baige, he was also very happy, and the white pigeon who was about to grow up said it directly to him This sentence is almost impossible, and now it can be regarded as fulfilling one of his wishes, and to him, a white pigeon is a white pigeon, whether it is a 17-year-old white pigeon or a three-year-old white pigeon...

Now he can be regarded as completely possessing the warmth of these hands, but...if the white pigeon doesn't change back quickly, he will be more distressed, ah... Hurry up and change back, hurry up...

On this day, I made an agreement with Marco to play with other brothers during the day, and play together when he is free, and sleep together at night. The little white pigeon was very happy, sitting on the lap of the old man with a white beard, the little white pigeon hummed Singing a nursery rhyme, shaking her two calves, remembering the agreement with Marco, the little white pigeon is very happy, very happy, usually jumping non-stop, it seems that the place called the heart seems to be filled, yes, it must be The sweet colorful candies are filled. It’s so sweet. It’s a little sweeter than the “reward candy” given by Sister Bebila, but the whole person feels light and light, as if stepping on cotton candy, ah~ this feeling What's going on~

I want to share the happy things with everyone, so when I asked my father and other brothers (crowd: why is little sister Dove so happy?), the little white pigeon said very straightforwardly: "Hey~ because, little pigeon Now she is Marco's wife! We can always be together in the future~ Isn't it amazing?"

Everyone blinked... "What!!!!!!?"

"When did Marco start with that dead bird, you bastard! It's already the limit to associate with little sister Dove, and even tricked little sister Dove into being his wife, brother Saqi, I don't agree." Absolutely no!!! Marco, you bastard, come out to me! I want to fight you!" This is Saqi who once again ran to Marco in tears.

Harta waved a small handkerchief to bid farewell to Sachs who was going to be beaten, then turned around and asked the little white pigeon, "Why is it Marco?"

"Well... I don't know, but Xiaoge really likes Marco so much. I think so when I saw Marco once, and I absolutely don't want Marco to disappear, so if I become Marco's wife, Marco and Xiaoge are husband and wife. Now, we can be together forever." Just thinking about it makes me feel super happy.

Harta thought for a while, and understood a little bit, "Well~ no matter what~ little sister Dove, let's go play~"

"Can I go to the island?"

"Yes~"

"That's great!!!" The little white pigeon cheered, "Hey~ Dad, do you want to go too? Proper exercise is good for your health, don't drink too much, you will get... that... What is it called... Anyway, it's not good for your health."

Little sister Dove has been like this since she was a child... by: Everyone.

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