When she was in a good mood, she grabbed a hawthorn fruit and turned to look at him: "Open your mouth."

Qiao Sinian frowned in disgust.

"Hurry up, hurry up, I'll feed you." Ye Jiaqi shook the fruit in his hand and looked in an extremely good mood.

Qiao Sinian lowered her head, bit her fingers, and also bit her hawthorn fruit.

"Hey, I bite you again, are you a puppy?" Ye Jiaqi hummed.

Hawthorn fruit is sour and sweet, perhaps because of the addition of honey, and the sweetness is more sweet than the sourness.

Qiao Sinian has never liked to eat sour food, but now he tastes this hawthorn fruit with relish.

After eating, he grabbed Ye Jiaqi's waist and pulled her to him.

He lowered his head, and he caught her rosy lips and kissed her.

Ye Jiaqi was stunned for a moment.

Then closed his eyes.

Qiao Sinian's kissing skills are much better than the previous few times. He is no longer just chewing around, but he is domineering and gentle.

Intrusion, entanglement, deep kiss.

His body was the most familiar feeling, the familiar feeling she had since childhood.

When the love was so strong, he grabbed her little head and kept kissing her.

There will be a sound of kissing in my ears, which is a little ashamed.

"Well..." Ye Jiaqi frowned, hung his hands around his neck, and was forced to raise his head.

The deeper the kiss, the stronger the affection.

Two balls of fire collided, rubbed, burned.

Ye Jiaqi's face turned red. At first, he could still cooperate with him, but then, he couldn't make any decisions at all, so he simply let him kiss her. She collapsed into mud and nestled in Qiao Sinian's arms.

Qiao Sinian probably hadn't had lust for a long time, and the fire that was silent in his body instantly ignited.

The raging fire quickly set off a prairie.

Ye Jiaqi's breath was unstable and he was panting very hard.

The little hand scratched Qiao Sinian's neck.

Qiao Sinian frowned and then withdrew and let her go.

Ye Jiaqi's face was already like a peach blossom, his eyes were watery, with some hazy mist.

Qiao Sinian stared at her, her eyes never leaving.

When kissing her, there was always a feeling of overlapping with the dream. Maybe he had kissed her in the dream too many times.

He often dreamed of her, probably deep into his bones.

He didn't know that he was such an easy person to be moved. He had known her for only a few months, but he didn't want to be separated from her for a moment.

Before meeting her, he always thought he was very rational.

Now I think about it, what is rational and irrational, too vain.

Qiao Sinian stretched out her index finger, gently tapped her swollen lips, squinted her eyes, like a black-bellied wolf: "How about hawthorn fruit??"

"You tease me."

"If I don't tease you, whoever teases you, the little wife is used to tease you."

"I have never seen you as familiar with me. Who is your wife?"

"There is no one else except you." Qiao Sinian lowered her head and kissed her on the lips again, "You are much better than hawthorn fruit."

These ambiguous words made Ye Jiaqi unable to help but bite him.

It happened to bite on his shoulder.

But she was weak, and even if she bit her, she wouldn't do anything to Qiao Sinian.

Qiao Sinian was quick-eyed and quick-handed, pressed her into her arms, rubbed her hair, and her eyebrows and eyes were filled with a doting and gentle smile: "Little thing."

Ye Jiaqi leaned on his shoulder and was held tightly in his arms.

Qiao Sinian clamped her waist and touched her round belly with one hand.

The TV is still on.

But they could no longer hear the sounds on TV, and only the sounds of each other's speech and breathing in their ears.
Chapter completed!