Yan control death record

"Zi-zi-four, four, he--, remember, remember, you... and... Zi-"

"I don't have a hobby of being peeped, you know." Yan Haoran smiled and looked at the person under him.

"Have you played enough? Is it interesting to chase after several worlds?" Zhuo Si stared at Yan Haoran, he seemed to understand, he knew what the other party wanted, but he still felt a tightness in his chest.

"At least it's more interesting than being alone." Yan Haoran smiled brighter, kissed Zhuo Si's forehead, eyes, and cheeks lightly, and said: "I like you, probably not, your world must have me, I love you you."

In the quiet and bright living room, there was only the sound of rapid breathing, Yan Haoran kissed Zhuo Si, his tongue hooked the other's tongue predatoryly, "huh~" let go, Zhuo Si looked at him in a daze, this man is like a fool .

The short sleeves were pulled up and directly covered his head, Zhuo Si struggled in panic, Yan Haoran blushed, and Xiaolu looked at the people below him frantically, and was disturbed every time, which made him very unwilling. Sure enough, he couldn't control Zhuo Si at all. live.

Seeing a few hickey marks on the collarbone of the person below him, Yan Haoran felt sick, lowered his head and approached the other person's collarbone, breathed lightly across the skin, and said in a low voice: "It seems that you are having a good time." Opened his mouth He bit Zhuo Si's collarbone and rubbed against it, causing him to tremble.

The feeling of being entered by a foreign object is very painful, "Ah, um~, woo~" A muffled sound came from under the clothes, Yan Haoran let go of the opponent's hand, tore off the clothes, saw that his eyes were already red with tears, biting Lover with bleeding lower lip.

Pulling up his lover, he sat on his body, "Woo~ah~" The foreign body was deeper, with tears in his eyes, and he looked at Yan Haoran fiercely, Zhuo Si raised his hand and grabbed the other person's hair, and gnawed hard on the other person's crotch lip.

Unexpectedly, Yan Haoran, who was so active in Zhuo Si, was stunned for a while and let the other party move. The night is still very long, isn't it.

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In a small mountain village in the north, after a heavy snowfall, the sun gradually came out, and there were still crystal snowflakes floating in the sky.A little boy about 7.8 years old ran out from the warm room. This person was Zhuo Si.

This time the school was on winter break, so his parents put him at his grandmother's house for the holiday. As a child who lived in the south since he was a child, he had never seen snowflakes, and he was wearing a thick down jacket and running around in the yard.

Grandpa is a small landlord in this small mountain village, he can be considered wealthy, the yard is huge, the yard is a vast expanse of white, and the trees are full of "pear blossoms".

"Haha" Seeing the snowflakes melting on his hands, Zhuo Si grinned from ear to ear, someone poked his head out by the door, and said to his friends one after another, "I just said that there are children's voices in Mr. E's house. "

The girl said: "That's normal, Mr. Evil is so old, he must have grandchildren."

The little boy with an inch cut said naively, "Are all rich people so good-looking?"

The girl got angry, raised her voice and looked at him and said, "Isn't your sister good-looking? Rice has raised you for nothing for so many years." She raised her hand and flicked his head.

"What are you doing here?" Zhuo Si looked at the child in front of his house in doubt.

The child who took the lead tugged at the hem of his clothes, looked at the delicate and fair-skinned boy in front of him, who was as cute as a doll, and said, "I want to ask you to play together, can I?"

"Really! Okay, wait for me, I have to tell my grandparents." Zhuo Si turned and ran into the house.

The children whispered outside, "Are you really playing with him?" , Grandpa looked at these children quietly and said, "Go and play." He turned around and walked to the wicker chair in the yard to sit down.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, took Zhuo Si's hand, and went out together, ah, ah, so tender, this hand, a wicked rich man.