One Pet Gets Married

This is the first time that Tang Youan has come into contact with her so close, somewhat cautiously and a little excited.

It is fascinating to know the taste of the marrow

While holding Song Xici's hand, Tang Youan continued to enjoy the meal she had coveted for a long time, making some noises from time to time. Because the night is too quiet, this kind of noise sounds more obvious.

Unconsciously, Song Xici's toes tightened. He was lying there obviously, but felt that there was nowhere to put his hands and feet, so he could only hold Tang Youan's hand firmly. For a moment, Song Xici only felt that his body had become his own.

Slowly, the strange feeling in the body became more and more obvious. Song Xici clearly wanted to clenched her teeth and suppressed her voice. However, with the soft lips and tongue, she couldn't help it. Do it... the brain was blank, she raised her head unknowingly, and as her body shuddered, her toes tightened, and a faint groan in her throat...

After that, Song Xici stretched out his hand, put it under Tang Youan's chin, shook his head, and said in a soft voice: "No, no more...Youan...stop, stop..."

Hearing this, Tang Youan raised his head, gently wiped the corner of his lower lip with his hand, and looked at her quietly.

"That's enough?" Tang Youan's throat slid, with a blurry color in his eyes.

"Enough, enough..." Song Xici bit her lower lip, her chest trembled, "Tomorrow, tomorrow we will film..."

"Don't go too early tomorrow."

"Really, it's enough..." Fine beads of sweat floated on Song Xi's forehead.

Hearing this, Tang Youan nodded, then lay down beside her, stretched out his hand to caress her hair, and looked at her softly.

After Song Xici's eyes touched her, he hurriedly lowered his eyelids. What a shame. Tang Youan is too bad too!

"So, is it comfortable?" Tang Youan wrapped her in his arms and stared at her lips.

Song Xici heard a hot cheek, pulled the quilt to cover herself, and twisted her head: "I don't want to tell you."

"Then it's uncomfortable?" Tang Youan gently pulled her head over again.

Song Xici glanced at her, pulled her pajamas, and buttoned them silently.

"Otherwise, do it again?" Tang Youan touched her forehead with his forehead, and then kissed her earlobe again.

"Don't..." Seeing that Tang Youan was going down again, Song Xici blushed and grabbed the collar of her clothes immediately.

"So, how do you feel?" Tang Youan smiled, gently pinching her chin.

Song Xici raised his eyes to look at her, and after colliding with her somewhat ambiguous sight, suddenly a sense of shame was overwhelming. In a hurry, she got up and pressed Tang Youan under her body, and looked at her steadily: "Do you want to know?! Okay, then I'll tell you!"

Caught off guard and overwhelmed, Tang Youan looked at her for a second.

"Okay," Tang Youan curled her lips later, "How do you tell me?"

"I..." Song Xici pressed Tang Youan's shoulders with both hands, and rode angrily. Sitting on her, looking at Tang Youan's black hair scattered on the pillow, his face became redder and red.

"Huh?" Tang Youan tilted her head slightly.

Song Xici stared at her collar and swallowed.

"What do you want to do?" Tang Youan stared at her, and reached out to cover her hand on her left shoulder.

"I, I'll tell you in a while!" Finally, Song Xici turned over and lay down again, then pulled over the quilt and covered her head tightly.

Seeing her appearance, Tang Youan finally couldn't help laughing. After that, Tang Youan stretched out his hand again and hugged her.

"Xi Ci." Tang Youan gently closed her eyes with a hand on her waist.

"Why..." Song Xici muttered.

"Thank you for loving me." Tang Youan took a deep breath.

"Why don't you thank me..."

Tang Youan didn't answer either, just smiled, and then hugged her tighter. There is a feeling of wanting to rub her into her body and completely fit her.

"Comfortable." At this moment, Song Xici whispered two words.

"Huh?" Tang Youan opened his eyes.

"Didn't you ask me before, I said," Song Xici slipped his throat, "I said you made me... very comfortable..."

"Haha." Upon hearing this, Tang Youan laughed again.

"What are you laughing at..." Song Xici's face gradually became red again.

"Nothing." Tang Youan shook his head, just looking at her tenderly.

"I won't tell you, turn off the lights and sleep!" Finally, Song Xi gave her a blank look, and then turned sideways.

"Well," Tang You Anshu let out a sigh of relief and stopped laughing, "Good night."

The next day.

Song Xici was directly awakened by the alarm clock. After waking up and pressing the alarm clock, Song Xici yawned and turned around, and found that her side had become empty.

Tang Youan got up again before the alarm went off...

When he lifted the quilt and sat up, kneading his shoulders, he suddenly remembered what happened last night, and Song Xici couldn't help but clenched his lower lip.

Last night...Although I was afraid that she could not bear it, and was a little bit shy, I didn't let her do it thoroughly, but...

Thinking of that scene, Song Xici couldn't help but raise his hand to hold his face, then fell down on the bed again, and reached out his hand to tighten the quilt. I'm going to die, after contact like that, what should I do next...

After struggling for a while, Song Xi cried out of bed, got up and walked into the bathroom to prepare to wash.

As soon as I walked to the sink, I saw a glass of water on it. Moreover, as always, Tang Youan's toothbrush was already set up to squeeze toothpaste for her.

Picking up the toothbrush and turning it slightly in his hand, Song Xici raised his eyes and looked at himself in the mirror, smirking inexplicably. After a while, she suddenly felt that this operation of smiling in the mirror seemed a bit silly, so she patted her forehead again.

After washing and changing into a pair of black knickers and a long gray cotton T, Song Xici opened the door, slapped down the stairs, and walked to the kitchen.

Then, when he reached the door, Song Xici stopped.

With the changing of the seasons, days are long and nights are short, and it's just after six o'clock in the morning. The weather today looks pretty good. In the morning, the wind came in with the fragrance of the flowers in the yard, and I took a deep breath. The fragrance was cool and refreshing.

In the kitchen, Tang Youan, wearing a ponytail and a pearl white silk shirt, stood leisurely in front of the stove and stared at the pot in front of him. A pair of long legs, wrapped in smoky gray jeans, looked extraordinarily thin.

She looked a little lazy, with one hand in her trouser pocket and the other holding a pair of long chopsticks, stirring her in the pot in front of her from time to time.

Song Xici felt that if she cut any scene between her gestures, she could almost be a pictorial.

Looking at it, Song Xici leaned on the door frame with her hair in her arms and laughed.

"Wake up?" At this moment, Tang Youan turned sideways and looked at her.

"Oh...yes..." Song Xici was taken aback, nodded, walked forward, looked into the pot and looked at the sauce already prepared next to him. "Are you cooking pasta?"

The water in the pot has been boiled, and the noodles inside are making a popping sound.

"Yeah, it's been a long time to toss these, and I don't know how it tastes," Tang Youan grinned and nodded, then put down his chopsticks and turned his head to look at her, "If it doesn't taste good, don't dislike it. "

"How could it be...you must be better than mine." Song Xici looked at her, looked at the pot, picked up the fork, went to the sink and turned on the faucet to clean it.

Tang Youan laughed after listening, then turned off the fire, picked up the pasta and put it on two plates, and poured the sauce on top.

After that, Tang Youan picked it up and walked to the dining table to put it down, then turned to look at her: "Come and have a taste."

"Oh..." Song Xici walked over, with her hands behind her back, leaning over and sniffing, "It smells pretty good."

"Then sit down and eat." Tang Youan pulled the stool out of the table and made a "please" gesture casually.

Song Xici tucked her hair behind her ears, then nodded and sat down.

The sauce is thick and delicious, mixed with the tough noodles, and it is quite delicious.

After a bite of noodles, Song Xici quietly took aim at Tang Youan.

At this moment, Tang Youan was holding a fork in his right hand, gently rolling the noodles in a gentle manner, and then slowly chewing in his mouth. Immediately afterwards, she stretched out her beautiful left hand and took a sip of milk.

It really looks like a gentleman of Qianqian, as if nothing happened last night.

Unexpectedly, thinking of the scene of her burying her head between her legs last night, Song Xici's body began to vaguely heat up again. That kind of feeling is very mind-blowing. Although shameful, it makes people want.

"What's wrong?" At this moment, Tang Youan put down the milk, turned his head, curled his lips to look at her, "Looking at me all the time."

"No, nowhere have I been watching you all the time." Song Xici was startled, hung his head down, and took a bite of noodles.

As a result, due to eating too much, she accidentally choked, and instantly choked her eyebrows and coughed.

"Come on, wipe it." Tang Youan pulled out a tissue and prepared to wipe off the sauce on the corners of her lips.

"Oh... I'll do it myself." Song Xici put down the fork, then took the tissue and wiped his mouth, but didn't dare to look at Tang Youan anymore.

Speaking of it, she also had a very lewd dream last night... She actually dreamed that she and Tang Youan spent the night with Tang Youan, and they had various poses... Thinking about this, Song Xici closed again. Lower your eyes. Damn, how could she become such a person!

After breakfast, the two took their things and walked to the hallway, put on their shoes and were ready to go to the crew.

After watching Tang Youan change his shoes, Song Xici stood behind and thought for a while, then stretched out his arms, hugged Tang Youan's waist, and pressed his face to her back.

"What's the matter?" Tang Youan put his hand on Song Xici's hand on his waist, turned his head and asked softly.

"We will be together for the rest of our lives, going to the mountains and water, eating, drinking and having fun together and becoming an old woman holding hands and dancing square dance, right?!" Song Xici tightened his arms.

Hearing this, Tang Youan laughed: "To discuss, can we not dance the square dance? The remixes used for the square dance are so ugly."

"No!" Song Xici glared at her.

"Haha," Tang Youan nodded, "Well, we will be together for a lifetime. We will grow old together and dance the square dance together, no one can separate."

"Really?" Song Xici asked again.

So Tang Youan turned around and stared at her quietly with soft eyes. For a moment, Tang Youan stretched out his hand and rubbed Song Xici's head: "Really. Weichen dare not lie."

Hearing this, Song Xici covered his mouth and smiled so that his eyes curled up.

"Then let's pull the hook!" After that, Song Xici stretched out his hand like a pupil again and raised it in front of Tang Youan.

Seeing this, Tang Youan also stretched out his hand and hooked her finger.

"Seal!" Song Xici laughed, the thumb of Tang Youan's thumb and Tang Youan's thumb were printed on each other.

Tang Youan looked at her and nodded with a smile.

"Alright, alright, let's go, it's time to go to the crew!" After Song Xi resigned, with a happy smile on his face, he opened the door of the room and ran out.

The sun is very good today, the sky is blue and beautiful, it is the taste of happiness. Tang Youan followed, looking at her vigorous back, his smile grew thicker.

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