475 Chapter 474 of “Quick Wear: A Delicate Flower Is Hard to Grow (H)”

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What does it feel like to laugh or cry? What Guan Lin used to say was the literary definition of this word, but now he can clearly answer what it is.

What a feeling.

There was a woman sleeping soundly lying on the quilt, her hair slightly curled, her mouth slightly open, and her shallow breathing intertwined between the quilt and the pillow.

The cock that was still hard stood upright in the lower abdomen, and it was obvious that it had not been relieved yet.

When she’s happy, she doesn’t care about anything else.

Guan Lin just twitched a few times quickly, and Yang Shuangsheng started to cry. But as soon as he resumed his slow movements, she became coquettish again and hooked him comfortably.

As soon as she doesn’t get what she wants, she starts crying, and the tormentor can’t do anything about it.This way of getting her wish can only make Guan Lin unhappy.

It seemed that he felt comfortable, so he kicked him away and wrapped himself in the quilt, which was so uncomfortable.

Guan Lin was left alone, sitting on the edge of the bed unbearably, staring at her blankly.

Helplessly grabbing a handful of hair, Guan Lin gave up all his thoughts. She was the one who seduced people, and she was the one who refused to do it. She was both cute and tormenting.

Yang Shuangsheng didn’t care what he thought. The hallucinogenic feeling after taking the medicine gradually subsided, and he became a little tired again. He lay on the soft big bed and fell asleep quickly.

Early the next morning, Yang Shuangsheng was called out by Guan Lin.

As soon as she left the room, she smelled a sweet fragrance filling the air. She couldn’t help but lick her lips and suddenly saw the food on the table.

Guan Lin went out early in the morning to buy breakfast, thinking that Yang Shuangsheng had taken medicine last night and needed to take care of himself in the morning.

“What do you like to eat? I bought porridge and soy milk and fried dough sticks.” Guan Lin called her over and arranged the bowls and chopsticks on the table.

Yang Shuangsheng walked quickly, and there were more than just soy milk and fried dough sticks. Braised eggs, soy sauce pancakes, and many other items only sold at breakfast stalls appeared in front of her eyes.also

I don’t know how many stalls he visited before he bought all these.

“Thank you.” She raised her head and smiled.

She picked up her chopsticks and picked up a piece of Jiangxiang Pancake. The familiar aroma exploded in her mouth, crispy and sweet.

Guan Lin poured the soy milk next to her and sat aside to watch her eat.

Seeing him sitting like this out of the corner of his eye, Yang Shuangsheng picked up a fried dough stick and said, “Open your mouth.”

Guan Lin opened his mouth politely, his eyes full of smiles. Yang Shuangsheng put the fried dough stick into his mouth and glanced at him, “Let’s eat together.”

After eating breakfast, Yang Shuangsheng felt that Guan Lin seemed to have a strange association with her. He took good care of her, just like taking care of a child, but

She obviously didn’t do anything.

He didn’t seem to be interested in the tattoos on her body anymore, and he didn’t feel anything different for the time being. The two of them were in a very subtle state.

An existence that seems ambiguous and intimate.

When Guan Lin went back, he sent her the erotic video the two of them had taken.

The two people were intertwined and entangled, moving from the sofa to the bedroom. Their naked and overlapping bodies, their soft and low moans, and their passionate feelings.

The colored cheeks are all recorded.

Just looking at it makes people’s blood boil and makes them feel so emotional.