508 Be my pussy (24)

Style: Science Author: So cuteWords: 1193Update Time: 24/01/12 15:13:34
Oops, why did she forget about this? !

Originally, the normal lifespan of a beast world plant is long. Even if it is separated from the roots, it can still continue to live for a long time as long as it is cared for carefully.

Suna had calculated the flowering period when she picked it back, and it would probably last for several months. So the matter of secretly picking up another flower was put on hold.

Now the little pink flowers withered overnight, leaving only the sad tears of the little fat orange cat.

The boy's blue cat eyes flickered slightly, and the cat ears that stood up on top of his hair drooped down. He huddled into the girl's arms aggrievedly, waiting for her to come up with a solution with a look on his face.

"Don't be sad, be good."

Suna patted him on the back and said patiently: "Let's eat first, and then go to Jade Snow Mountain to pick another one like it, okay?"

Ling Lin pursed her lips, moved her beautiful fingers slightly, and unknowingly put her hand into the other person's clothes when seeking comfort.

Suna didn't notice it at first, but now that he moved slightly, Suna could easily feel the slight itch on his lower back.

"..."

He doesn't care, he doesn't understand anything.

Suna took out the hand and held it. He continued to stare at him and asked, "Is it okay?"

Ling Lin slowly raised her eyelashes, a red mark was pressed on her fair cheeks, and her thin red lips muttered: "Okay."

Even if his young mind has not yet been calmed down, there is only one solution.

Suna looked at his pitiful and cute appearance, with his kumquat hair messy and fluffy, as if he had really experienced something tragic.

I really couldn't hold it back, so I kissed him heavily on the face while he didn't respond. The soft and tender flesh is very comfortable to kiss.

I should kiss her harder and harder.

"Then let's go!"

Suna ran away after kissing the person, not caring about the dazed boy behind him.

Ling Lin slowly opened her eyes wide, and there was still a glimmer of sadness in her eyes. At this time, the emotion in her eyes was replaced by another strange feeling.

What's this?

"Hey, are you still leaving?..." Suna waited outside the door for a long time, then leaned on the edge and reminded.

"Well, okay!"

Gu/span Linglin followed her confusedly, glanced at her quietly, and quickly lowered her head before the other party noticed.

The white ears burned red.

? ? ?

Suna wondered why he was acting strangely. She looked directly at his cute side face that was hurriedly avoiding him, and saw the red ears peeking out from the side of the broken hair.

He smiled slightly and said, "Alin, why are your ears red?"

Ling Lin's eyelashes trembled slightly, and she raised her hand stiffly and touched it. The temperature was so hot.

But he didn't know what was going on. He could only stutter: "Yes, really? I don't know."

What's even weirder is that the more he is stared at by her, the more out of control he becomes, and the temperature in his ears does not stop.

what happened to him?

The feeling of panic inside made his heart beat rapidly in his chest, and Ling Lin buried his head lower and lower.

Suna wanted to bite him in a few bites, and deliberately leaned forward and lifted his chin.

In the depths of Ling Lin's azure eyes, the pupils spread out, and he was forced to look at her in confusion.

Suna showed a meaningful smile, this posture was like killing a flower with a dangerous hand.

No, this adjective is inappropriate.

At best, it's considered cruel bullying.

Suna got closer and closer to him step by step. The hand that lifted his chin did not move, and the other hand pressed his chest. Standing on tiptoes, he gently kissed the smooth and white face.

This time I didn't just touch it, but stayed on it and never left it.

Ling Lin's body was completely stiff, the heat seemed to transfer from his ears to his face, and the magical power made him unable to move.

The soft lips on his face moved slightly, wanting to stop it but not quite wanting to.

His lowered hands tightly grasped the corners of his clothes.