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Li Qingshan looked at her so cute and couldn't help touching her face: "I really don't grow up."
Qiu Haitang only felt that his words were like a knife. Although they were simple and simple, they easily cut off the mess in his heart.
Only that one worry, I don't know how to deal with it. Seeing that he treats himself as a child-like pampering appearance, his heart becomes more and more sweet:
"I still have a lot of changes anyhow, you are obviously the same as you were in the past, but you treat people like a child."
"Yes?"
Li Qingshan touched his cheek. With his blood of the gods and demons, even if he stayed and did nothing, his life was still tens of thousands of years away. A mere hundred years was nothing at all. Of course, this face would not age.
Of course, Qiu Haitang is not talking about his appearance, but his heart. The human heart is always changing and growing, even old.
In fact, he has experienced far more things than Begonia, and the scenes are just like passing glance:
Being chased to death by the Mohai Dragon King, the Phoenix Nirvana came back to life;
Wandering and searching in the illusion created by Shen Mengdie, the phantom king;
Being a husband, a father, a master of the world, and a god of the world in a small world;
Crossing hundreds of millions of miles in the void, with the sky full of stars;
This pile of pieces, once experienced by anyone, may change their temperament, at least they will become more mature.
However, he has not changed. I have never matured, never been old, but a lively and cheerful ape demon emerged in his heart, becoming more and more indulgent and self-willed.
Gently kissed her auricle, and smiled: "Isn't that good? It's better than being drunk by someone and making a big change. Give up the love in your heart and go on another path."
"Do you think anyone is as stubborn as you?" Qiu Haitang raised his lips, his eyes full of admiration.
"Sometimes the smarter the person is, the easier it is to get lost. Fortunately, I am not that smart. What kind of ghost is the'love monk'? This great joy Zen is simply the evil spirit. Since it is a monk, give it to me honestly. Eat fast and recite Buddha, what woman do you think of!"
"Don't look down on people. Prince Cangyang is known as the'Seventh Love Monk', and he is the dream lover of countless Leizhou girls! Not only is he infatuated with me, but he can also write poetry. I don't know how good it is. Alas, it's a pity to meet. It's too late, but let me meet a certain monster."
Qiu Begonia squeezed his tone, and moved the hair on his left shoulder to the back. The last sigh was full of regret.
Li Qingshan raised his eyebrows: "Compose a poem?"
"Yes, I keep them all, there are thick piles!" Qiu Haitang really took out a pile of poems from the Sumi ring. He said with a playful look: "Would you like me to read it to you, so that you can have a long experience and learn what is true love."
"Okay!" Li Qingshan licked his lips. The breath is already a bit dangerous.
However, Begonia continued to tease the tiger's beard regardless. He cleared his throat and read it softly. It really deserves to be a love poem by a love monk, with beautiful words, elegant rhyme, and full of admiration and admiration for her.
She read half of it. Suddenly, he stopped with an "um" sound. He felt his hot big hand directly into her little clothes.
The soft and delicate touch is no longer blocked by clothing, and Li Qingshan only feels his fingertips sink into a plump mass. As if to melt, he breathed into her ears and smiled: "Why don't you read it?"
Qiu Haitang snorted, grabbed his offending hand, and continued reading like angrily. The fire in the palm of his hand penetrated her skin and grabbed her heart, causing her to breathe more quickly, her face flushed, and her body melted into his arms like water. Feeling the change of something under the hip again, I twisted anxiously, wanting to stay away.
Li Qingshan took a breath, she could be so attractive! Pressing her left hand on her lower abdomen, let her sit tightly in her arms, sinking into a plump mass. Pick the red bean with your right hand and rub it gently.
Qiu Haitang let out a sweet cry and grabbed his hand with both hands. The blushing seems to be dripping with water, beautiful as a peach and plum, Fanghua is peerless, glowing with unprecedented charm.
This is the beauty that only blooms when facing the one you love.
"You... will... use your hands!" Qiu Haitang said intermittently, biting her red lips.
Li Qingshan proudly said: "Hmph, what's the big deal about writing poems, if I want to write, I have a hundred poems and a thousand poems."
"Really?" Qiu Haitang didn't believe it: "I don't want a hundred or a thousand songs."
"listen."
Although Li Qingshan was not a family in his previous life, he still remembers many famous poems. It's just that the practice of Taoism is fists instead of talents. Copying novels can gather aspirations, but copying poetry is useless.
However, how can a dignified traverser recognize counsel in such a place.
So he said loudly: "If life is just like seeing it at first!"
I glanced at her and saw her startled slightly. It seemed very unexpected, and I couldn't help feeling proud: Although this poem is rotten on the street, its effect on the ignorant young women of literature and art is a big killer.
"What is the autumn wind sad painting fan!"
Begonia satiated with his hands and listened quietly.
"Waiting for leisure to change, but the heart of the old man, but the heart of the old man is easy to change, Li Shanyu will stop the night, and the night rain and Lin Ling will eventually disappear. How like Bo Xing Jin Yilang, Bi Yi Lian Zhi, wish that day."
Qiu Haitang sighed slightly: "This poem is only the first sentence, and it is better than all the love poems I have read. If your hands are honest, it will be even better."
It turns out that when Li Qingshan was a young plagiarism expert, he never stopped playing with her. Like a beautiful jade in hand, I can't help but rub it lightly.
"Hey, now you are ready to take it!"
"Where did you copy it from? At this time, it's too uncomfortable."
"Purely original, piracy will be punished!"
Li Qingshan did not expect that she was so keen, and she would naturally not admit to death: "There is something wrong with it. This is the poem I wrote when I was thinking about you and worried about whether you would change your heart."
"Huh, I don't believe it."
"If you have the ability, you can copy it too!"
"Oh, I was pierced by me, and became angry from embarrassment."
Qiu Haitang smiled softly, and suddenly pressed his hand covering his chest through his shirt, and pressed it down deeply.
Li Qingshan has never used such force for fear of hurting her tenderness, but listened to her earnestly: "My heart will not change, are you willing to give me your heart?"
How could Li Qingshan say he didn't want to.
"Don't regret it." Qiu Haitang pointed out.
"I have no regrets in my life."
Qiu Haitang stared at him, suddenly smiled, and then made up his mind, since you have said so, it is no wonder me, I am also to please you.
Blinking his eyes, his red lips opened and closed, and his voice was clear and firm: "Take me!"
Li Qingshan couldn't bear it any more and kissed her petals-like red lips. (The novel will have more fresh content on the official WeChat platform, and there will also be a 100% lucky draw gift for everyone! Open WeChat now, click on the "+" sign on the upper right, "Add friends", search for the official account "qdread" and Pay attention, hurry up!) (to be continued)
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