The Young Master is a Girl

Chapter 945: Kiss Dongfang Yue again



Chapter 945 Kissing Dongfang Yue Again

  The car slowly drove into the North Park.

   I don\'t know whether it is centered or not.

  The steps that stepped in stopped at the door of Dongfang Yue\'s room again.

   What the **** is he.

  Although today I have been playing with Hongye all the time.

  But there is always something in my heart that I can\'t let go.

  Hands are faster than thought.

   Wait until Yi Shisan comes back to his senses again.

  He has already appeared in the house, on Dongfang Yue\'s bedside.

   This face.

  It seems to be thinner than before.

   I haven’t forgotten what Uncle Xing said before.

   So many days.

  She still can\'t eat food.

  If you smell it from a distance, you will vomit.

   Yi Shisan saw the tiny pinhole on the back of the slender hand very clearly.

   Yi Shisan is no stranger to the origin of this pinhole.

   It landed straight on the stomach where nothing could be seen.

   Compared with the pregnant woman during the day.

   Dongfang Yue really doesn\'t look like she\'s pregnant at all.

   Instead, I feel seriously ill.

   If you don’t know about Dongfang Yue’s case, your health is fine.

  He, Yi Shisan, almost wondered if she had some terminal illness.

   Otherwise, how could she be so thin and exaggerated.

  Boom—

  The book that Dongfang Yue was holding in her hand fell directly to the ground because of her sleeping movements.

   Look at the name on the cover.

   Yi Shisan is no stranger.

  She really loves reading.

   Is this kind of economics book really that good-looking?

To know.

  This kind of books are the most troublesome for Yi Shisan.

   It\'s no wonder that he always looked old-fashioned before.

   It’s no wonder that reading such books every day doesn’t make you mature.

  The word \'prenatal education\' can\'t help but come to mind.

   Follow this trend to develop.

  Will the child in Dongfangyue\'s womb look like a little old man after birth?

  Thinking of this, Yi Shisan couldn\'t help but twitched.

  Thinking of Dongfang Yue\'s clear and mature face, there is a milk baby behind him, but he also looks like a little old man.

   It\'s funny no matter how you look at it.

   A stoop.

  Pick up the book that fell on the ground and put it on the push book next to the bed.

  No surprises.

   None of the books are about pregnant women or anything funny.

  All are books that make people mature easily.

   His gaze once again fell on the sleeping Qingjun face in front of him.

  Maybe she is asleep.

   It made the aura that no one should enter on her at this time recede a lot.

   On the contrary, there is an extra soft beauty.

   Maybe it\'s because of the lighting.

   It was only then that Dongfang Yue\'s handsome face at this time had a soft glow.

   His gaze involuntarily fell on the pink lips.

   Watch and watch.

  An unexpected idea came to mind.

   It should be very soft!

  The whole person is like bewitched.

   Bend down and slowly approach Dongfang Yue\'s lips.

  Boom—

  Boom—

  Boom—

  As he approached, the sound of his heart beating violently.

   His reason seemed to be muddled at this moment.

   Didn\'t come to mind.

  The body is responding instinctively.

   Lips kissed.

  It\'s softer than I imagined.

   Close relationship.

  The breath from the tip of the nose became stronger.

  The entire tip of the nose is surrounded by the exclusive fresh breath of Dongfang Yue, which is so comfortable and makes people feel relaxed.

   Eyes can\'t help but close.

  The sweetness and softness from the lips made Yi Shisan indulge in it, like an addiction.

   want more.

   woke up suddenly.

   It\'s like hitting a ghost.

  At this time, Yi Shisan obviously came back to his senses.

  Regarding what he did just now, his entire face became very ugly.

   What the **** happened to him.

  How could you kiss Dongfang Yue?

   His eyes were stained with complexity, he took a deep look at the sleeping face, and then hurriedly left the room with a bit of a sense of desperation.

  With the lights off, the door closes.

  The house was once again plunged into darkness.

  The sleeping eyes on the bed didn\'t seem to open at all.

  But the hand under the quilt gently touched the flat stomach.

  The movements are so gentle.

  (end of this chapter)