his little candy

Song Guo trembled her eyelashes, not daring to look into the boy's eyes, bit her lip, and said softly, "Get out of the way."

Han Che shamelessly hummed into the little thing's neck, "No."

Song Guo blushed, "You rascal!"

"meow"

At this time, Miaohuang also came to join in the fun, jumped onto the bed, walked to the head of the bed, looked at the two of them with green eyes excitedly, and kept sweeping Song Guo's face with its cat tail.

"meow"

The fluffy tail brushed the corner of the eye, Song Guo let out a "huh", blinked, and felt something get into the eye.

"what happened?"

"Is something in your eye?"

Han Che pulled Meowhuang over with his tail, and then lifted Song Guo's face, only to see that his eyes were tightly closed, and the corners of his eyes were a little red.

"Maybe cat hair got into the eyes, open them and show me."

Song Guo opened his eyelids, and Han Che glanced at them. His eyes were already red and bloodshot. Song Guo subconsciously wanted to close his eyes, and a drop of physical tears came out. Han Che coaxed distressedly, "Don't move, I will Blow."

Han Che blew, and soft cat hair flowed out from the corners of his eyes along with tears.

"Okay, come out." Han Che hugged the little thing, put his lips on his face, and kissed all the tears away.

Song Guo snorted.

"what time is it?"

"Why haven't Mom and Dad come back?"

Song Guo pushed Han Che, Han Che got up, went to the living room to pick up the phone, looked at it, and replied to Song Guo who was on the master bed.

"Six o'clock."

Song Guo frowned.Song's mother usually leaves work at 05:30, and by this time, she has already arrived home.Father Song often works overtime and may come home late.

Song Guo got up from the bed, put on her slippers, ran to the living room, picked up her mobile phone and called Song's mother.

"Mom, where are you?"

"It's Guoguo, mom and dad are back at grandma's house, and they won't be back until tomorrow. Why are you calling now? Are you on vacation?"

"It's raining heavily, and the school will be closed one day early."

"Oh, then Mom and Dad will come back tomorrow, you are at home alone, cook something for yourself, don't run around."

"Well, how is grandma?"

"Grandma is in good health, don't worry, study hard and don't forget your homework."

"OK Bye Bye."

Song Guo hung up the phone, always feeling uneasy.

"What's wrong?" Han Che asked aside.

Song Guo's throat choked, "I don't know, I always feel that my mother has something to hide from me."

Han Che pulled Song Guo to sit on the sofa, rubbed Song Guo's hair, "Stop thinking about it."

Song Guo turned around and threw herself into Han Che's arms. Smelling the familiar body odor on his body, she gradually found that sense of security.

Han Che rubbed the little thing in his arms, pressed against his earlobe and said, "Then parents will come back tomorrow, so don't go back tonight."

Song Guo stepped on his feet, and the two slippers fell to the ground. He climbed onto the sofa, straddled the boy's arms, buckled the belt of the bathrobe tied around the boy's waist, lowered his head and said softly, "You think beautifully. .”

Han Che raised his eyebrows, patted the little thing's waist and hips, and said innocently: "What am I thinking? It's beautiful?"

Song Guo raised his head, staring at Han Che with misty eyes, as if covered by a veil of mist and rain, blushing in embarrassment, and buried his head in Han Che's chest in anger, like a cute little soil dial Like a mouse digging a hole, it kept pushing its fluffy head against his chest.

"You're bad! You're bad! You're bad!"

Han Che was amused by the cute look of the little thing, and pressed his blushing little head buried in his chest, wishing to rub him into his body.

"My baby, how can you be so cute, so cute that you want to rub into my flesh and blood."

Song Guo's face became hot when he heard it. As long as he was in front of Han Che, his face would never be hot for a day. From time to time, his heart would be covered by a layer of molten enamel, bulging and thumping, and it was about to jump out of his chest.

half an hour.

He looked up at the boy above him.

The boy's hair is longer and soft. After washing his hair, he hasn't blown it dry yet. It looks like the oily bangs that are popular in light-face cameras recently. The hair at any time can be styled by itself, so that you can't take your eyes off it.

How can it be so beautiful?

From now on it will be his.

hey-hey.Song Guo was so proud of himself that he wanted to make a mark.

Song Guo was lying on Han Che's chest, and she liked to grab something. The bathrobe didn't have buttons, so she liked to grab the straps of the bathrobe and button them. crumbling.

Han Che had a smile in his eyes and didn't stop, just waiting for the little thing to play with fire.

Song Guo didn't know that she had been watched by a dormant beast, and her white and tender little fingers were buckling the belt of the bathrobe.Finally, he loosened the buckle quietly, and sneaked a glance at the top of his head.Very good, someone has closed his eyes and is resting on the sofa.

Song Guo was so excited that she cautiously got down from Han Che's arms, ran softly to the entrance, took the schoolbag hanging at the door, and took out the pencil case.

Han Che was pretending to squint his eyes, but after waiting for a long while, there was no movement. He opened a thin slit vaguely, and saw someone taking a highlighter from the pencil case.

Han Cheqingjuan's long eyebrows twitched suddenly, and he felt the little thing climb up again, and gently lifted his bathrobe to expose his chest, because there was an air conditioner in the room, the temperature didn't feel cold.

Song Guo held his highlighter and a four-character seal engraved with "Exclusively for Song Guo" that he had made. The seal did not have red clay, so he could only paint it with a highlighter. When he held the seal on the boy's body.

Gently lifted the bathrobe, revealing the honey-colored chest, with two bright red vermilion fruits on both sides of the chest.

Song Guo's eyes fell on the two vermilion fruits, she raised her eyebrows suspiciously, touched her chest again, touched her ears in puzzlement, her pink mouth pursed.

Why is his little Guoguo bigger than Han Che's?

Song Guo also forgot to affix the seal for a while, so she poked the bright red vermilion fruit with her hand, only to feel that the young man's body trembled slightly when her fingers touched it, and the bright red vermilion fruit instantly hardened.

Song Guo touched his ear again in puzzlement, why is it so hard, his is soft.

Song Guo tugged it curiously again, it was too small to hold.

Not fun.

Song Guo pouted, and returned his attention to his highlighter and seal. Excitedly, he painted the seal a layer of light green, and then pressed it on Han Che's left side, where his heart was, with special force. Pressed a poke.

Song Guo pressed it, glanced at it, and shook her head dissatisfied.

"The color disappears as soon as you wash it, if only it could be permanent."

The little thing muttered to himself, Han Che finally couldn't help it, opened his eyelids, and Song Guo was startled, almost fell backward from Han Che's lap.

"Ache, you're awake."

Han Che grabbed the little thing's waist and hips with one hand, pinched the little butt punitively, and gritted his teeth: "Otherwise, I'll wait for you to do something bad."

"No way."

Song Guo lowered her head, obedient and cowardly, and put her hands behind her back in an instant.

Han Che looked down at the green puncture on his chest, his face almost turned black, and he fell headfirst, and said in a deep voice, "Take out the things."

Song Guo pouted in grievance, and finally could only take out the things obediently, holding them in both hands, like a baby who has been taught a lesson.

Han Che angrily threw the highlighter and the seal on the tea table, picked up Song Guo suddenly, and walked towards the bathroom.

Song Guo thought that Han Che was really angry, so she didn't dare to hum. She just lowered her head and put her arms around Han Che's neck. She was very obedient, and let Han Che hold her and put her on the washstand.

Han Che put Song Guo away, and took off his bathrobe in front of someone. When Song Guo saw the young man's fair and smooth body, his face blushed, and he turned his head and looked away.

Han Che smiled secretly, hooked his lips, and pulled Song Guo's chin, "Why are you ashamed? It's not like I haven't seen it before."

Song Guo retorted weakly: "No way!"

Han Che chuckled, looked at the liar with a half-smile, leaned over, and leaned into his ear, "Does my soap smell good?"

Song Guo's heart was beating violently, he was in a hurry and lost his balance, he raised his head partly restlessly, and looked at the young man's playful eyes, feeling extremely embarrassed.

"You knew already?"

Han Che raised his eyebrows: "Guess."

Song Guo immediately insisted: "That's not me, you're wrong."

Han Che hummed, and bowed his head in noncommittal gesture.

"Wash yourself."

Song Guo drooped her head, pointed to the faucet of the washstand, and pointed to his chest with strange shapes and colors, and smiled slyly and cutely: "Baby's short hands can't reach it."

Han Che gritted his teeth, and untied Song Guo's bathrobe, but he didn't expect the little guy to be quite conservative, and he was wearing a small white vest underneath.When Song Guo was shocked, she suddenly picked him up, supported her waist and hips, turned on the shower, and let the hot water splash down her head.

"The house has been washed."

"Wash it again." Han Che motioned, "Wash it yourself."

Hot water rushed over his chest, and Song Guo was picked up. He could only reluctantly rub the prank he made with his little hands. After washing the green poke, Han Che didn't put Song Guo down. , but took a deep breath, hoarse voice, and asked in his ear: "Just now, you... touched him."

"Who is it?" Song Guo was confused.

Han Che put Song Guo on the washstand, and when the little thing looked up with his clear eyes, he slowly grabbed his hand, reached towards his chest, and placed it somewhere.

"You just touched him."

"Oh, yes." Song Guo said blankly.

Han Che hooked his lips: "How do you feel?"

Song Guo frowned: "It's so small, it's still hard, not soft at all."

Han Che almost spat out a mouthful of old blood, "All boys are like this."

"That's not true, Guoguo is a boy, and the little Guoguo is soft, um, bigger than yours."

Song Guo was a little complacent as she said that, looking at Han Che, finally there was someone better than Han Che.

Han Che's eyes were deep, "I don't believe it."

Song Guo: "..."

Han Che: "I'll see if it's true."

Song Guo frowned slightly, becoming more and more anxious, "Aren't all boys old?"

"Don't worry, I'll take a look first."

Song Guo took off her wet vest, revealing her small body. Han Che's eyes fell on the two pink ones on his chest, and he was taken aback suddenly.

The shape of the light pink is very beautiful, it is indeed bigger than the average boy's, round and upturned, like a small red fruit that is about to blush, and sure enough, it is as charming and small as the one you glimpsed when you climbed the mountain that day.

Seeing the change in Han Che's eyes, Song Guo was so frightened that she almost cried.

"Do I really look different from other boys?"

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