Married to a Disabled Man in the 70's

Chapter - 23

Song Qinghan dumbly took the soft fabric from his head, looked at the light and soft thing in his hand, and then looked at the shape...

Su Jiao Jiao's mind was dumbfounded, watching his movements dullly, and seeing that his eyes looked at himself, and immediately the **** (sex) flirted, and the wicked first complained: "How do you walk without sound!!

"...I'm wrong." Song Qinghan didn't have time to export ridicule, immediately counselled.

If he didn’t want to make a noise, it’s quite simple. After all, these things are sometimes related to their life. Just looking at her as if he was doing something bad, Song Qinghan couldn’t help but want to tease her, who knows how to make a mistake Can only honestly apologize.

Su Jiao took the cloth from his hand fiercely and picked up the two pieces that fell from the ground. He said fiercely: "Close your eyes! You can't open it without my permission."

"Oh." Song Qinghan stepped back and closed his eyes.

Su Jiao was quietly relieved, patted (chest Xiong)* preserved, and quickly threw the clothes into the closet, no matter where they were put, they would close the door.

Only she moved, she was stopped by the people behind.

I saw that Song Qinghan, who had just watched Da Da, had opened his eyes, with an obvious smile in his eyes, Su Jiao Jiao was turned around, he was hugged by him, but the other hand stretched out and took out the thing, his brow slightly raised. If nothing happened, "What is this? You gave me a gift?"

Su Jiao Jiao's face was hot and spicy again, and even across thin clothes, the place where the arm around her waist touched the heel was also hot. She stretched her face: "Yes! How did it drop!"

"Thank you, I like it very much." Song Qinghan looked at her (Qiang Qiang) with a ferocious expression, and couldn't help but smirk, holding the person tighter with her hands.

He was tall, and Su Jiao Jiao only reached him (chest Xiong), so hugged, he could not see his expression at all.

Su Jiao Jiao pouted and wanted to continue to be fierce, his hands were already pinching his (meat rou), but he felt the slight vibration of the smile from his mouth (chest Xiong), and he couldn't bear it anymore. Pinch should be a hug, his head buried in his arms, mumbled: "I don't like it either, this is my first time making clothes."

Although it is this kind of clothes with little technical content, she does it, the meaning is different.

Song Qinghan looked at the things in his hand. He didn’t look closely before. He only recognized that he was a pair of boxers. His face had already had a lot of heat. If it was not black, it must have been seen. A little more smile, looking down at the little blackhead in her arms, gently rubbing her soft long hair, weakly said: "That...a little..."

Su Jiao was originally hugged by him and could not help laughing, but he was too happy, biting his lips and holding the smile, suddenly heard such a sound, his face suddenly wiped, stiff.

In the end, she looked up and looked at Song Qinghan, just to meet the pair of eyes with a narrow smile, and then looked at the cloth in his hand, some despair and shouted with anger and annoyance: "Small It’s too small! It’s not enough to wear it!”

Why is it so fierce?

It's so cute~

Song Qinghan felt that he was so rare, so happy, that there seemed to be something overflowing in his cavity, and he looked at the person in his arms without blinking.

Looking at her bulging face, her face was red and blushing, her eyes were full of water...right, water?

He was shocked and found that Su Jiao Jia had begun to refuse himself, consciously caused a fire, suddenly scalp tingling, busy tightening his arms, so that she would not run away, bitter explanation: "I'm kidding, no It’s not that small, I like it!"