"Since Allen has spoken, I have to taste it all night long." Zhao Jingting looked at Xie Lun like this and didn't know how to feel the pain. He picked up Xie Lun and hugged him. After putting it on the couch, Xie Lun was so shy that she didn't dare to look at him, but she kept holding her arms around his neck and wouldn't let him go. Zhao Jingting's old heart almost melted, and her hot lips were pressed. Come down.
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Xie Lun was so shy. He had never been so shy before. Even the first time, he had never been so shy. But at this time, in the overwhelming dazzling red, he was too shy to let go. The more he became like this , the more excited Zhao Jingting became, he just wanted to tear Xie Lun apart and eat him, but he also wanted to spend all his tenderness in this life on Xie Lun.
This night was a mess, Zhao Jingting tossed and turned and couldn't eat enough. Xie Lun was so tired that he collapsed in Zhao Jingting's arms and couldn't even lift his fingers, but he couldn't bear to close his eyes. He rested his head on the man's strong arm and watched. Holding the bright red bed curtain, she asked the man in a low voice: "Where did you learn the ditty? Why have I never heard it before?"
"I don't know where this little song is from. When I was little, my father would sing this song to comfort my mother every time she was angry, hey hey hey," Zhao Jingting hugged Xie Lun and said, seeming to remember the time when her father was with her mother. Seeing the stupid look in front of him, he laughed softly and continued, "But daddy can sing such a little song. He can't sing it very well, but he really has a lot of success with it. My mother Every time I hear my dad singing this little song, my anger goes away no matter how big it is. Hehe, isn’t my mother easy to coax?”
Xie Lun also laughed: "It's not that this little song works, it's that your mother really likes your father, so she never really gets angry with your father."
"Haha, what Allen is saying is that my mother treats my father so well that I couldn't stand it in the past. I always felt that my father was not good enough for my mother, but my mother just liked my father, otherwise she wouldn't I have loved listening to my father sing this little tune over and over again for ten years." Zhao Jingting leaned over and kissed Xie Lun's lips, while adding, "I have listened to it too much, so naturally I can sing it, but I am embarrassed to sing it, so I can't sing it. I didn’t have much chance to sing. After my parents left, I didn’t even know who to sing with. After so many years, I almost forgot about it. I just thought about giving you something this year, and then I thought about it. It’s such a little song, doesn’t Allen always sing it to me? I want to sing it to you too.”
"I like it very much. I'm addicted after listening to it once," Xie Lun rubbed the man's chest and said, "Zhao Jingting, from now on you have to sing to me every day, okay?"
"Okay, I can sing if you like," Zhao Jingting rubbed Xie Lun's hair and said, "You have to sing to me too... Sing on the couch... "Eighteen Touches"... Ah! It hurts, it hurts!"
Xie Lun suddenly bit the man's chest. Hearing the man cry out that it hurt, he let go and said fiercely: "Zhao Jingting, don't even think about it!"
"Really?" Zhao Jingting couldn't help but smile. He turned over and pinched Xie Lun's waist, "Is it true that Allen doesn't sing?"
Xie Lun was the most ticklish, and immediately couldn't bear it anymore: "... I'm so tired... Geez... let go! Why are you so bad!"
"Then let's sing tomorrow?" Zhao Jingting raised her eyebrows and had time to negotiate terms with him.