Princess too Young, Prince too Old

Xie Lun blushed for a while, and for a while, she spoke for a long time: "... you show it to me."

"What does Allen want to see?" Zhao Jingtingfu smiled suddenly when he started, nodding his head, "Okay, I'll take it here, let's watch it together and learn together and improve!"

Sharon twitched in the corner of his mouth: "... why would anyone want to learn from you and make progress together ?! Are you so special?"

Zhao Jingting was scolded by Xie Lun to call it Shutan, he laughed twice, and then he got out of bed and went to a small book from the drawer, quickly got into the quilt, and presented the small book to Xie like Xie Baoer In front of Lun, he opened and explained to Xie Lun excitedly: "Alan, look, I was following this on New Year's Eve, because you are the first time, and I am afraid to hurt you, so the simplest The posture, you see, is this posture. It is said that this is the easiest posture. Look at how detailed the painting is. Allen, you do n’t know that I was so excited that night, I almost died ... ”

"Zhao Jingting, you ... what are you enough! Shut up! I shut up!"

Xie Lun was about to vomit blood. The old man was usually taciturn. At this time, he was blabber, and the sentences were all hooligans. Xie Lun hated his teeth and pulled a piece of clothes. In his mouth, when he saw what kind of clothes it was, Xie Lun almost passed out.

He actually stuffed his pants into Zhao Jingting's mouth.

This can't be more embarrassing.

...

Zhao Jingting didn't pull it off, so he kept wearing that pure white shorts, and the two looked at each other strangely.

Xie Lun didn't dare to look at Zhao Jingting, but Zhao Jingting kept staring at Xie Lun's face that became redder because of embarrassment and shame. Zhao Jingting's eyes became red, and his breathing gradually became thicker.

"You ... you take it down," Xie Lun looked at Zhao Jingting's red eyes awkwardly, thinking that Zhao Jingting was angry and angry. He pursed his lips a little uneasily, and whispered, "I ... I It was n’t intentional just now ... I did n’t mean to say who wanted you to talk so much ... ”

"If you do it on purpose ..." Zhao Jingting slowly spit out Xie Lun's pants, his voice was rough, his eyes stopped on Xie Lun's watery red lips, and his eyes became redder. "Allen, did you hurt you last night? Is that place still hurting?"

Xie Lun shook his head awkwardly, and yelled, "No, Lao Tzu is very good, and he is in good health. Do you have nothing to do with the old age ... always ask this?"

Zhao Jingting's voice was even rougher: "Did he really hurt?"

Xie Lun became angry again: "Zhao Jingting, are you so awesome, aren't you? Don't dare to see that I won't let your father and mother not recognize you!"

The next second, Zhao Jingting shoved Xie Lun on the bed, and gasped on Xie Lun's body. He looked down at Xie Lun, his posture was like a lion hungry for a month.

"Allen, this is what you said wasn't hurt."

"What are you ... what are you doing?" Xie Lun looked at Zhao Jingting in horror, and then came back to Weier, "Zhao Jingting, I ... I'll tell you! I'm injured! I'm seriously injured! What's yours? Don't believe it, this time I ... I might have to drink a month ... Green porridge for two months, I really hurt! It hurts but it hurts! "

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