The Lover’s Prattle

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Qing Ruo gets up to make breakfast in the kitchen in the morning, the yard is small, and the kitchen and the room are very close. As soon as Lin Zhao woke up, she cried in her bed and called her, "Sister, sister ..."

When Qing Ruo answered, she put down her things and entered the room.

He was still rolling on the bed, he heard the footsteps and did not look at her, and rolled all the way to the foot of the bed, "Sister! Good morning kiss!"

I rolled to the bed and raised my head high, waiting for Qing Ruo's good morning kiss.

Qing Ruo bent down and kissed his forehead, he sent the left face over, kissed his left face, and turned over his right face ...

He was satisfied with the kiss, and stood with a bulging belly, holding Qingruo's neck, and seemed to be reluctant to kiss her forehead, "Sister, I want to wear new clothes."

Qing Ruo had already remembered the clothes he had made yesterday.

"Okay, but love to be clean, not to be soiled, not to be broken ..."

Lin Zhao covered her ears, her face wrinkled and unwilling to listen. Qing Ruo was terrible when she read it.

Qingruo frowned and opened his mouth to bite him to scare him, and Lin Zhao was not afraid at all. Instead, he opened his mouth and learned the cry of the little tiger, and Chao Qingruo, who stretched his teeth with his hands on both sides, rushed over.

Qing Ruo hugged and patted his ass, "Naughty."

With a little force, Lin Zhao pouted her small mouth, rubbed her **** with one hand, and rubbed her shoulders, her kitten-like clothing soft, but her mouth murmured, "Bad ~"

The worst accusation he will use now is 'bad'.

After having breakfast, Qingruo was washing the dishes, and flirted with new clothes and flirted from the outside. He pulled in Qingruo's clothes and dangled her coquettishly, "Sister, I want to hang out."

"Well, go and be safe."

Lin Zhao couldn't move, and if Qing Qing looked down at him, he just raised his head, and a small hand stretched out, "Sister, give me some money. I want to eat candy gourd."

If Qing's hands were not clean, he ordered him to wait for a while.

Lin Zhao was standing unsteady for a minute with a worm-like body next to him, staring at Qingruo washing the dishes, staring at the bowl wrinkled with a small face and a bitter hatred.

If Qing had washed the dishes and put the money in his hands, he would only say half of what he said. His small body had ran out of the courtyard.

...... Lin Zhao. If Qing Qing sighed, wouldn't you be embarrassed to become angry and kill someone?

Although the money to sell the night pearls is enough for them to live for a period of time, they are not sure how long they will stay here. Qingruo is still doing some embroidery to make money.

In the afternoon, she embroidered a fan, and the sound of babbling footsteps mixed with crying, the soft voice murmured because of crying, "Sister ~ Sister ~"

Qing Ruo took the needle and scissors on the table to one side, and cried and rushed into her arms, and the tears on her face were all wet on her clothes. Qing Ruo picked up a person and sat on her lap. He lifted his hands rubbing his eyes. The eyes were crying. He took out the handkerchief and gently wiped his tears while blowing gently. Cry, what's wrong? "

He was crying out of breath, and at this time he couldn't speak clearly and was struggling to speak.

Qing Ruo kissed his forehead and hugged for a while.

He stopped crying, and Lin Zhao snored a little, "Hey ~ sister, the clothes are broken ... ohh, oh ~ Nonyang is not intentional ..."

He pulled a corner of his clothes and showed it to Qing Ruo, and it really broke a piece of thread, and the corner of the thread was stubborn.

Qing Ruo rolled up his trousers and looked down. There was no injury on his leg. "How did you get it? Did you fall?"

If Qing was not angry, the hands behind him patted him gently. Lin Zhao wasn't so scared, he said it in a rush. Running fast, wrestling, and new clothes are broken.

Qing Ruo kissed his forehead, "Did that Nuanyang hurt?"

Tearsy eyes tilted his head with tears in his eyes, soft with grievances, "It just hurts. It doesn't hurt now."

Qing Ruo rubbed him again, "My sister doesn't blame Nuanyang. You can do it if your clothes are broken. But you can't run away after Nuanyang, so be careful. Your sister will be worried, you know?"

Nuanyang stared at her, holding her softly and slowly, and smiling sweetly and sweetly, focusing on her head, "Well, Nuanyang remembered." Put out a chubby little finger, "Let's hook! "

"Hook!"

In the folk Qiqiao Festival, there are activities such as lantern exhibitions and lantern riddles on the streets at night. Outside hawkers have started to set up stalls early. When Nuanyang returned, he saw that when he stopped crying, he urged Qing to take him to play.

Qing Ruo coaxed the dinner before going out.

Street red lights wanted to connect with each other. A street hawker stall was lit with lights and candles. Looking at the past, there were all kinds of lanterns. Young men and women go together, laughing and laughing.

Although the street is crowded, everyone smiles happily, occasionally rubbing shoulders and smiling at each other. Makes people feel comfortable and relaxed.

If Qing Zhao was holding Lin Zhao, he could not get excited, like a lion who just opened the road to take her to the lively street.

He wouldn't guess the lantern riddle, but the lantern was beautiful, and Lin Zhao was going to put it.

The two picked a little tiger-shaped lantern and went all the way to the moat.

Many people have come along, and the stars on the river are all kinds of lanterns.

Lin Zhao squatted by the river and carefully put the lantern into the river, drumming his cheeks to blow at it, pointing at the lantern seriously, explaining, "You must float to Grandpa He ~"

Tired of playing, when I walked home for a while, I took Qing Ruo's hand and shook her coquettishly, "Why is my sister hug ~ Nuanyang is tired ~"

Qing Ruo would hug him home with the condition that he would get up tomorrow and fold the quilt himself.

Lin Zhao was almost asleep when he returned home. Qing Ruo bent over and put him on the bed. Lin Zhao's hand was still holding the clothes on her shoulder and beating "Sister kiss."

Qing Ruo kissed his forehead, "Sleep. Good."

He twisted, opened his misty eyes and pointed at his mouth, "Keep kissing."

Qing Ruo took a moment, and Lin Zhao continued to, "Tonight, the big brother kisses the elder sister's mouth, and the sister also wants to kiss the warmth of the sun ~"

"..." Don't you know any children by the river, these people ...

If Qing couldn't help it, he bent down and touched his mouth.

I was getting up, my neck was wrapped and my lips were pressed together again.

There is no time to speak, the back of the head has been clasped by a large, warm palm, and the vicious and overbearing kiss has left no room.

Lin Zhao released Qingruo first, and all his small clothes had been broken. He released Qingruo and covered it with a quilt next to him.

Qing Ruo stood up with her eyes closed and coughed gently, "I'm going out ..." You calm down.

Without finishing the second sentence, Lin Zhao took her hand.

"Qing Ruo ~"

Qing Ruo couldn't describe the tenderness, tenderness, distress, and miss of time that she had just called. It was just two words that had made her eyes sore and sore.

Qing Ruo opened his eyes. He was already half-sit up in bed, his sturdy upper body was exposed in the air, and his lines were beautiful. He restored a perfect look that was more amazing than ever before. His silver hair was smooth, and the sharp corners were sprinkled on the bed. Reflected in the colored light, the room is full of glazed glass.

Lin Zhao was looking down at her hand, holding both hands and holding it, he lowered his head, and if he could not see his emotions, he could only see his tight lips and tighten his chin into a sharp corner, some A sharp sense of sharpness.

Lin Zhao lowered her head to get closer to her hand, and the warm and humid breath slowly approached from one breath to the next, starting from the fingertips, his lips, his tongue, spinning her hands from the fingertips, phalanx, and back of the finger, Every inch was eroded by his breath.

The itch spreading from the blood to the bone spread throughout the body, Qingruo could not help but wince.

Overwhelmingly, his scent came, cold and cold with the fragrant fragrance of plants and trees.

Qing Ruo had been hugged to the bed and pressed under him in a blink of an eye.

Lin Zhao's eyes were red, with tears, without falling.

With distress, Yu Mantian's nostalgia rejoices.

Qing Ruo put his hands together in front of his chest, his big hand was wrapped outside, and it was closed tightly. Lin Zhao looked at her, and his chin was separated by four hands. "I remember seeing you for the first time. Your hand Placed on a big clock, it is as perfect as a piece of heaven and earth showing the most outstanding works of art. "

Qing Ruo smiled, "How does your body feel?"

He lied against her all over his body, and the gentle warmth of his body cascaded through his clothes into the skin.

Lin Zhao sighed lightly, "I'm fine. But I'm so distressed." Without Xiuwei, she also took a child. How much hardship she had experienced during this time, he only needed to look at her with both hands.

The four hands were close to each other, and Qingruo's palm slowly stuck out fine sweat.

She heard Lin Zhao calling like a gentle voice from the bottom of her heart, "I'm wrong, I should compromise your treasure so that I won't be so distressed now."

Lin Zhao helped her take off her clothes. The broken cloth on the bed was swept to the ground and Qingruo was held in her arms. The two skins were spreading warmly together, a kind of warmth that caused people to indulge and die without regrets.

Lin Zhao called her chin on top of her hair, one hand was tied to her fingers, "Want to go back to the fairyland?"

This place must not be able to stay any longer, a lively child disappeared, and a beautiful man with silver hair came up. There are too many problems, it is better to change places directly.

The **** are intertwined. Qing Ruo leans on his strong chest, and the body that has been taut for a while has become tired because of relaxation. He slaps his pillows and says, "Let ’s do it." drowsiness.

Lin Zhao lowered her head and kissed her hair, "Sleep."

"Huh ~"

The breath in the arms slowly and slowly.

Lin Zhao hooked his lips, and the spell that had flowed to the fingertips of his palm pressed back into his body.

No no no, she suffered so much with both hands from tenderness to rough, white stained with marks, it was too **** to restore a spell to his original state.

Lin Zhao actually recovered from the moment he really wanted to destroy the world. He couldn't accept the idiot who was still in a grievance before Qingruo.

But Qing Ruo is kissing him. His Qingruo is kissing him.

Reaching out to pull her was totally a subconscious reflex.

The hand he touched was strange but familiar to the touch in his memory. The strangeness came from Linzhao and the familiarity came from Nuanyang.

Qing Ruo took him at that time, the little one, except that he would be coquettish, and seemed to do nothing.

She has no practice, and has to learn a lot of things in life, light a fire, cook, do laundry, and do housework. Including taking care of him who is sick.

Lin Zhao rubbed her pair of small hands. Fortunately, she was still a bastard. She would die if she wanted to die. She simply won. That vague but counter-intuitive practice really took him to the last step.

If it was now, without a 200% certainty, he would definitely be reluctant to take another risk.

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Qingruo, Qingruo.

Can you hear my heart.

Every beat, shouting your name.

Qingruo.

—— [Black Box]