Grandpa Fu's little milk bag is soft and sweet

The little guy at the door squatted barefoot on the ground, his petite body slipped from his collarbone to reveal his white shoulders, his loose top couldn't cover him, he shrugged his head like a pet abandoned by his owner, his eyes reflected the color of begging under the light.

In that world where the average lifespan is 200 years, the little guy who has just grown up is still in the enlightenment stage, and he doesn't understand what love is, let alone that this sentence is a vague invitation in the eyes of normal men.

But he couldn't use his actions to tell the little guy the consequences of doing so like that night.

A bunny that is not in estrus can't stand that kind of toss.

will scare people away.

Nan Yu held his breath and waited quietly for a few seconds, but Mr. Fu didn't intend to nod.

I can't help but lower my head in a little disappointment.

But suddenly, both feet left the ground.

Mr. Fu picked him up from the ground and carried him into the house.

Lying on the bed as one wished, the familiar breath lingered by her side, Nan Yu seemed to be stepping on a cloud, her whole body was light, and she kicked her little feet a few times excitedly.

On the phone, Xiao Hai didn't dare to breathe.

He felt that he had heard some terrible secret, and the phone was hung up mercilessly amidst the rustling of clothes.

As soon as Fu Jiecheng lay down, the little guy came over and habitually leaned in his arms.

Once you are familiar with it, you will become more courageous.

"Mr. Fu, I heard from my parents, did you save them?"

"Ah."

"Then have you seen our prototype?"

"I have seen."

"Then Mr. Fu isn't afraid?"

Fu Jiecheng chuckled, "Why are you afraid?"

The little guy was so cute that he didn't even have time to hold him in his arms, how could he be afraid.

"Because we are monsters in the eyes of others, so Mom and Dad asked me to hide my ears." Nan Yu answered honestly.

Fu Jiecheng frowned slightly, "You can't say that you are a monster. You will soon be able to integrate into this world and live a normal life like them."

Nan Yu looked at Fu Jiecheng expectantly in the dark, "Will Mr. Fu stay with me all the time?"

"meeting."

Mr. Fu is so nice!

Nan Yu happily rubbed her head in her arms.

It's an expression of joy.

To Fu Jiecheng, this move was arson in his heart, but the little arsonist didn't know it, so he rubbed it a few more times.

He also adjusted a comfortable posture completely against his chest.

The small ears tickled him in the air, like a feather passing through the bottom of his heart, Fu Jiecheng's breath became heavy.

Nan Yu felt something was wrong halfway through rubbing, and nervously used his own body temperature to feel it, "Mr. Fu, why are you so hot? Are you sick?"

Fu Jiecheng took a deep breath, restraining the burning desire, his voice became hoarse, "If you rub any more, you will be 'ill'."

When Nan Yu heard this, he obediently obediently stopped talking, but still asked worriedly, "Is Mr. Fu uncomfortable?"

"Ah."

Mr. Fu even changed his voice!

It must be hard.

Fu Jiecheng thought that saying this would make the little guy honest, but he didn't expect that the little hand was groping in the dark for a second, across the abdomen and finally came to his chest, patting it gently.

This is not enough.

The soft ears fell on his chest, slicing across the skin, as if to comfort him.

It's killing me.

Fu Jiecheng patted Nan Yu's buttocks, and said in a deep voice, "Be honest."?