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    Nanxi was suddenly picked up by Jiang Meng, and his hand held her arm. Nanxi was very hot due to her fever, soft and hot, like a soft cake that had just come out of the stove.

    She put her lotus-like arms around Jiang Meng’s neck and rested her head on Jiang Meng’s shoulder.

    Jiang Meng enjoyed her natural intimacy, but was angry at her for not living up to expectations, so he remained silent without saying a word.

    Nanxi was lucky enough to have seen Jiang Meng when he was angry. When Jiang Meng was angry, his eyes were scary and cold. Nanxi had a fever, so she wanted to ask him if he was angry.

    If he is angry, she can coax him, just like he coaxes her.

    But Nan Xi is very tired now. Being held by him and smelling the faint smell of pine wood on his body, she just feels drowsy, as if it snowed heavily in winter.

    She and her grandmother gathered around the fire, curled up their feet, and fell asleep little by little in front of the fire.

    It was already evening when she woke up again, the sun was setting in the west, and the warm sun outside the window was dim. Nanxi turned over and suddenly felt something was wrong. She seemed to be naked.

    Her naked body was wrapped in a soft silk quilt. She moved, feeling surrounded by male hormones.

    Nan Xi wanted to get up, but looked around and saw that the room was extremely simple, with a table and a bed. The door was facing the bed where she slept. The texture of the room was cold.

    She wrapped the quilt tightly, feeling that the smell of Jiang Meng’s body was radiating around her. Her originally groggy head became clearer again, and Nan Xi tried hard to recall what happened today.

    She seemed to have been carried to he’s house by Jiang Meng.

    …………

    When Jiang Meng put her on the bed, she was already asleep. Nanxi’s cheeks were red and she curled up in his arms, becoming petite.

    Jiang Meng frowned deeply and twisted his eyebrows into the Chinese character “Sichuan”. He was so angry that Nan Xi wouldn’t even think of looking for him or relying on him when she was sick.

    Jiang Meng put her on his bed. She was very white, her skin was like snow, and her cheeks were as red as a blooming rose.

    He’s hand moved across her pretty oval face and came to her neck. She felt hot all over, probably because she felt something cold.

    In her dream, Nan Xi thought she had found a clear spring in the hot summer, so she reached out and took Jiang Meng’s big hand, pressing her whole arm against it.

    Jiang Meng looked at her flushed cheeks, and her dark eyes became darker and darker. His hair was a little longer, and his dark hair hung down, covering his eyes that were burning with desire.

    He’s nose was straight, he leaned over and leaned against Nanxi’s soft chest for a while, and the tip of his nose rubbed Nanxi’s nipples.

    Nan Xi hummed in comfort, turned around, and faced Jiang Meng, “It’s so hot.”

    She was so sleepy that she really thought there was a clear spring in front of her. The cool water drops made her feel comfortable all of a sudden, and she clung to Jiang Meng with her hands and feet.

    Jiang Meng lowered his head and cleared his throat, “It’s very hot? Do you want me to help you take off your skirt?”

    In her dream, Nan Xi thought she was taking a shower. She nodded, slid her hand down, grabbed a corner of her nightgown, stretched it up without hesitation, and took off her nightgown.

    Jiang Meng watched in amazement as she took off her clothes. Her breasts were slightly raised, and the two round balls appeared in front of his eyes.

    He touched his cold fingers and rubbed his hand comfortably. Jiang Meng liked to see her body being ravaged by him.

    Her vagina was wrapped in underwear. Jiang Meng opened the underwear without hesitation and put his fingers in. Her vagina was wet, and there was sticky liquid sticking to her pink and white underwear.

    Jiang Meng saw that she was sleeping soundly, so he went downstairs to buy ingredients to cook porridge for her until the afternoon.

    Jiang Meng came back with a bowl of water and millet porridge, he walked over with indifferent eyes, and turned on the lights in the living room. There was a light behind him, and Nan Xi shrank into the quilt, and her face turned red again.

    “Jiang Meng, did you take off my clothes?” Nan Xi’s voice was hoarse and her throat was very dry.

    The extra update of 500 Zhuzhu, my Zhuzhu is really pitiful. Next time, the extra update of 530 Zhuzhu will be done. Is this okay? Can the little cuties, Piggy, be more enthusiastic?Woohoo, I need Zhuzhu so much.

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