lower your head, soft lips pressed against her neck.

"The fire you lit, don't you plan to go out?"

The deep and hoarse voice, the warm breath, and the soft lips are all fatal temptations to Ji Anning.

It happened that he deliberately used a hard object under him...to push her! ! !

Attacking in all directions, Ji Anning admitted, retracted his hand, and turned around, holding the man with one hand and looking at his still weak body.

Kiss him on tiptoe, and hold the man's hand with the other hand down.

He said vaguely: "Your body is very weak, and my body is not good either, eh..."

Before he finished speaking, the man's lips suddenly pressed hard, blocking her voice back.

...

Once at Char's house, he would often accompany Char to participate in some private activities. Dresses are a must.

Half of the closet in the cloakroom was skirts and dresses.

Ji Anning still picked a white, small V-neck, sleeveless long skirt, which was as long as the ankle.

She was wearing the little pink shoes she had just passed on.

Dressed, she opened the door, and Ji Chicheng just came out of the room with his shirt straight.

The white shirt and black trousers that have not changed for thousands of years, the indifferent face that has been inevitable for thousands of years.

Ji Anning walked up to him with the skirt hem, stretched out his hand to help him arrange his collar, "Uncle, you are so handsome."

Facing his handsome face, she had no resistance at all, and she took the opportunity to tiptoe and kiss the corner of his mouth.

"Are you going to sell meat?" Ji Chicheng looked down, staring dissatisfiedly on Ji Anning's chest.

Because of pregnancy, Ji Anning's **** has been growing during this period, almost a cup up, and the originally loose skirt is now tightly taut.

Because it is a small V-neck, the spring light is naturally looming.

Ji Anning frowned, "What's the matter?"

It only shows the appearance of pulling a little ditch, basically it is not exposed, okay?

"No sleeves?" Ji Chicheng raised his hands and covered Ji Anning's shoulders.

Very dissatisfied with her sleevelessness.

Ji Anning sneered, "Then I will put on the tube top that I just sent."

"Ji Anning!" Ji Chicheng gritted his teeth and reached out to clasp Ji Anning's wrist.

Pinch it hard.

He just remembered that when she came, she was wearing a tube top, which covered the entire breast, but the meat above the collarbone was outside.

Ji Anning looked at Ji Chicheng's reaction amusedly.

I am clearly saying: Waiting for Lao Tzu to settle accounts with you tonight.

She hurried to please, "Well, let's not leave, the banquet will be over. I haven't eaten until now, and I am starving to death."

As she said, she touched her lower abdomen again, pouting her mouth and acting coquettishly, "It doesn't matter if I'm hungry, it won't be good if your son is hungry."

"It's a daughter." Ji Chicheng stretched his arms, and walked towards the stairs with his arms around Ji Anning's waist.

Ji Anning looked up at him questioningly and asked, "You don't want a son?"

Ji Chicheng raised his chin slightly, with a proud face, "Whatever, it's annoying anyway."

"why?"

"Affect the number and quality of our X lives."

"You just returned to Ji Chicheng, can you be a little more reserved?"

"Your hand has been rough recently and it feels bad to the touch."

"Hey, stop talking."

"You can plug my mouth with your mouth."

"..."

The two held hands, arguing sweetly, and Ji Chicheng had a proud face from beginning to end.

The luxurious living room of Char's residence has never been so cheerful and active in the atmosphere.

The banquet hall next door is still full of flowers.