He smiled and said, "Are you happy?" He paused every word again, and moved along Qiao Mian's delicate neck, "Master, sir."

Qiao Mian shivered and pushed away Lie Shan's shoulder, biting her lips in embarrassment, "Don't, don't lean in, we have a baby."

"Knowing that there is a baby, you still make trouble." Lie Shan bit Qiao Mian's lip with a little force, "You troublemaker."

Qiao Mian smiled, and gently rubbed the two hairy ears with both hands. It felt very good, as comfortable as Zong Zong's small ears. He yawned and said with tears in his eyes, "I'm sleepy."

Lie Shan took a deep breath, wrapped the quilt tightly around Qiao Mian's body, and kissed his forehead, "Go to sleep, you are already very tired today."

Qiao Mian rubbed her eyes, yawned again, and said hello in a low voice, still holding Lie Shan tightly with her hands.

After an unknown amount of time, Lie Shan felt that the person in his arms had fallen asleep, so he got up and went to the next room to calm down.

The author has something to say:

(1) A knife is poor, a knife is rich, and a knife is covered with linen. ——Stone gambling jargon

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