Prehistoric Survival Records

Rigg's joy lasted until after dinner.

As a dinosaur who was born to observe words and expressions, Hen Ji didn't dare to play tricks any more. He pursed his lips and obediently cleaned up all the things on the plate, wiped his oily hands and face with a towel, and then obediently put his head under Rigg's father's neck to accept it. review.

Heng Ha's rare and well-behaved behavior made Rieg wonder if he was planning some kind of mischief, but in the end he was pleased.

Rubbing Moan's soft belly and fluff, the father and son enjoyed a warm after-dinner time.

When it was time to go to bed, although Rieger was still a little healed, he had basically been healed.

——Raise a child for a thousand days, use it for a while, this is the correct way to use the cub (wrong.

Lying comfortably flat on the bed, Rigg was able to discuss the loveliness of the bouquet with Charlie in a completely nonchalant voice.

"Have you noticed that there is a small blue flower the size of a grain of rice inside, which is as beautiful as Charlie's eyes. She is really good at picking." Rieger sighed with emotion at the female's good intentions.

Unexpectedly, Charlie didn't seem to appreciate it at all.

"I don't think there's anything pretty about that kind of flower," he said.

"I'm talking about color, oh color," Rieger emphasized, "Although the shape of the flower is very ordinary, the blue color of the stamen is as beautiful as Charlie's eyes, and it will show a slightly polarized color in the sun, ah——really It's getting more and more like it."

"But I like Rigg's eyes better." Charlie buried his chin in the bed, muffled.

"You are really discerning, Charlie, you must know that even the pure descendants of ancient Huaxia, most of them have dark brown or dark coffee eyes, not everyone can have dark eyes like mine Yeah." Speaking of the color of his eyes, Rieg seemed a little complacent.

"Well, it looks good." Charlie is not the type of smooth talk. In most cases, he does more than he says. If he has to express his love for something, even if it is at the MAX level, he will I can only say that I like it and look good. In Charlie's language system, this is already a compliment.

So Rigg was content.

He rolled over to go to sleep.

When Rigg didn't speak, the room fell silent.

So when Charlie reached out and touched his eyelashes lightly, Rieger was already in a half-dream and half-awake state.

He felt Charlie's slightly cool fingertips touch his brow bone tentatively, and then slowly drew a track along the eye sockets to stick to his eyelids, maintaining the posture of lightly touching his eyelids, without moving.

In fact, when Charlie's hand slid along his browbones, he had already withdrawn from the half-dream and half-awake state. The reason why he didn't open his eyes was because he wanted to know what Charlie was doing.

But I don't know if Charlie fell asleep in this position. Rieger felt that the body temperature of the two people had accumulated in the touched place, which was a little hot, making him want to open his eyes.

Unexpectedly, just as he was about to open his eyes, Charlie's fingers moved again.

With a very careful movement, he scratched Rigg's eyelashes.

A strange feeling rose up along the root of the eyelashes, itchy, and a little want to laugh.

But even if he wants to open his eyes again at this time, Rieger will definitely hold back. Now he is completely aroused and wants to see what Charlie wants to do.

Charlie's movements continued, his fingertips moved to the tip of his nose with the warmth from Rigg's skin, then the corners of his mouth and the peak of his lips.

After lingering on Rieger's pretty lips for a while, he finally came to the little dimple on his cheek.

After such a long journey, it seemed as if he had finally arrived at the place he wanted to reach. Charlie's hand touched the skin where the pear dimple was located, and slowly stroked it without moving any further.

Don’t worry, you’ve been curvy for a long time with Charlie, just wanting to touch my pear dimple, so this forward movement is really awesome.

Once it was discovered that Charlie was for this purpose, Rieg couldn't help but be a little bit dumbfounded.

At the same time, he sighed secretly in his heart, of course it was the pear dimples, Charlie liked these two little dimples under the corners of his mouth the most since he was a child, there was nothing wrong with it, touching and touching, this is what Charlie would do.

But why is there a faint disappointment in his heart at this time? Could it be that he subconsciously thinks that Charlie will behave differently?

Otherwise, how to explain his strange state of mind?

The fact that he would wake up because of Charlie's slight touch is full of great wonder in itself.

He and Charlie, when they were just two chubby cubs, huddled next to each other to keep each other warm, leaned on each other and fell asleep, each other's heartbeat, breathing, temperature, frequency and frequency of turning over, etc. They are all familiar things, they are like twins, he knows Charlie as he knows himself, in other words, who can be woken by their own hair or arms in sleep?

The author has something to say: I know this chapter is relatively short (kneel on the durian to admit my mistake).

I just came back from a dinner party, and I really can't write anymore, but everyone should have noticed that the countdown to the end of this article is ing.