Milky ginseng teasing online

Hearing the childish and playful words in his ear, the man glanced at him lightly, his green eyes were deep and indifferent.

Sensing the man's gaze, Rolling shuddered, he got up crookedly from the man's palm, staggered and turned around, looking up at the man with his round face and round black and clean eyes , the little red flower on the top of the head was shaking lively, after a while, suddenly stretched out a small hand, pointed at the man's eyes, and said in a childish voice: "The eyes...beautiful"

After finishing speaking, he smirked a few times, his black and clear eyes turned into little crescents, and the little buds fluttered.

Seeing that the man just looked at him coldly, with his little head twitching, blinking his eyes in confusion, squatting in the man's palm clumsily with his hands on his knees, his round face raised up, his brows slightly frowned, and he went on for several thousand first thoughts of the year.

He stared straight at the man, and after a while, suddenly widened his eyes, covered his mouth with his hand, and stared blankly at the man.

Zi Che'an said that only smart plants can speak, not even the stupid ones. There are many plants in Wugou Valley that can't speak, so can the stupid ones also can't speak?

Gun Gun was surprised by his own cleverness, he nodded his chin proudly, then stretched out his small hand to gently rub against the man's palm, opened his small mouth, and said in a childish voice: "No, don't cry...Gun Gun is smart...Teach... Shrunken hair..."

His voice was extremely soft, and his words were vague. The man listened to the immature words quietly, without saying a word.

Rolling played in the man's palm for a while, his round black eyes were a little moist, and his little head moved little by little. He yawned a little, staggered up from the man's palm, and followed the man's eyes sleepily. He crawled forward with his big hands, wanting to return to the temporary residence, using both hands and feet all the way, finally climbed to the man's chest, and was about to get in by pulling.

Unexpectedly, the man moved suddenly, Rolling didn't hold on tightly, and landed on the hem of the clothes with a slap. He rubbed his butt, and didn't cry. With a small face and moist black eyes, she looked straight at the man, tilted her head, and said in a waxy voice:

"Climbing... breaking sleep... rolling... growing up..."

Zi Che'an said that obedient plants can grow up only when they sleep on time. The body that has been struck by the thunder is still very weak, and after playing for a while, it is already very sleepy.

Hearing this, the man with deep and cold eyes glanced at him slightly, his face was frosty, and his whole body was colder than night.

Gun Gun stared blankly at the man, pursed his small mouth in confusion, Xiao Qianyehong said that human beings are very complicated, they only play with the people they like, and if they want to be liked by them, they must put their best Give them something precious.

Thinking of this, Gun Gun was a little tangled, because he didn't have anything.

He looked up at the man's frosty face with his small face up, his black and clear eyes suddenly bent, as cute as crescent moons, he rubbed the little flower on the top of his head against the man coquettishly, and said in a waxy voice: "Get out of here!" ...I'll eat it for you...I like it...fuck it...okay...OK?"

After finishing speaking, Gun Gun giggled for his own cleverness.

Zi Che'an said that Gun Gun is stupid, but Gun Gun is not stupid at all, and Gun Gun is delicious, he will definitely like it.

The man didn't speak, but this didn't affect Gun Gun's good mood. He clumsily supported the man's clothes, and stumbled to the man's side. Slowly and little by little, he climbed into the man's pocket. The pocket was not big, and it fit just right when he was wearing it. He didn't need to pull the clothes by himself. It was much more comfortable than the position on the chest. He happily arched into the pocket. Excitedly shaking slightly, for a long time, he scratched his mouth, raised his small face, looked at the man's side face, bent his eyes, and said in a childish voice: "Go away...I like it..."

If Zi Che'an was present, he would be amazed at Gun Gun's sudden cleverness, and plants that have been sluggish for thousands of years, have such vivid behaviors.

The boundless and distant yellow sand, the sound of sizzling electricity never stopped, rolling against his pocket, his little head slowly fell asleep bit by bit.

On the dark and cold wasteland, the man sat quietly, his long eyes slightly closed, boundless and cold.

In the early morning of the second day, the strong wind blew up boundless yellow sand, mixed with something, and sent it deep into the desert.

Surrounding the man in black was an invisible light screen, and faint electric waves emerged around the light screen. Suddenly, the man opened his eyes, and there was a cold light in the dark green pupils. He nodded slightly, looked at the yellow sand all over the sky, His eyes are light.

The ginseng lying in the pocket suddenly moved, and there were a few moaning sounds from his mouth. The two small shoots twisted together unconsciously. The man stood up suddenly, and the little ginseng rolled to the ground without guarding against it. Fully awake.

The man looked at the desert in the distance, his eyes sank coldly, and the cold light around him became even worse, and he walked towards the depths of the vastness.

Rolling and rubbing the sore buttocks, looking at the man aggrievedly, seeing him walking straight forward, he pursed his mouth, and got up with a flutter, two young whiskers stepped on the yellow sand, staggering The little ginseng followed, the little ginseng was very small, and his steps were small, seeing the man getting further and further away, his black and clear eyes were covered with moisture, he bit his lip, and followed crookedly.

"Don't go...don't go..."

Leaving the man, the heat wave of the desert hits the face, how can the rolling who grew up in the Wugou Valley, which is like spring all the year round, be able to withstand such a bad environment, the young tendrils don't listen to their commands, and they roll on the ground with a slap, rolling aggrieved Sniffing, looking at the back of the man getting farther and farther away, he pursed his mouth, and started to cry loudly. Although there were no tears and his expression was numb, he was very devoted to crying, and his weird tone improved a little.

The light wind blew past, bringing up the yellow sand, and the figure of the man disappeared in the sand mist. There was only the sound of whistling wind and slightly sharp howling in the scorching world.

Gun Gun was crying aggrievedly, his voice getting smaller and smaller, he hiccupped, his eyes were red, and he got up from the ground awkwardly, the air around him was getting hotter and hotter, and all he could see was a vast expanse.

He raised his hand to wipe his eyes, and was about to continue walking when a black figure stepped out from the wind and sand, with green eyes and tightly pursed lips.

Rolling looked up blankly, staring blankly at the man who was going back and forth, his round eyes were a little moist, his long eyelashes tinged with moisture, his lips were slightly parted, and he let out a weak cry unconsciously, Looks silly and pathetic.

The man lowered his eyes slightly, looking at the dazed little radish stuck in the yellow sand, his thin lips parted slightly, the man's voice was hoarse and deep, like an ancient clock turning, cold and difficult:

"don't cry"

Gun Gun looked at the man stupidly, sniffed subconsciously, raised his hand to rub his sore eyes, and cried in a soft and childish voice: "Gun Gun...don't cry..."

There was hot yellow sand under his body, he pursed his mouth, stood up clumsily, grabbed the hem of the man's clothes crookedly, and wanted to go back to his 'home', but the man was too tall, how could he flop around? It can only spin around in place.

Rolling and tugging at the hem of the man's clothes, looking up his small head, stretching out two tender 'little hands', staring at the man unblinkingly with his big round, black and clear eyes, softly begging for help:

"To...hug..."

The man lowered his eyes slightly, looking at the shoots of the 'little radish' stained with yellow sand, his long eyes were slightly darkened, cold, different from his frosty expression, the man stretched out his hand to grab the shoots of the little ginseng, and lifted him to his pocket , Gun Gun's eyes lit up, he flopped around, and got into his pocket with a 'swoosh', as if he was afraid that the man would throw him out, he got deep inside, pulled his clothes, only a small red flower was exposed. shake lightly.

The man withdrew his gaze, his green eyes drooping slightly, and walked towards the depths of the Gobi.

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