"Wow, Ananda, why are you letting me down?"
The feeling of my whole body suddenly floating up was quite pleasant, but being lifted up by someone at this time was not very pleasant.
Jian Fan screamed unhappily, slapping Rong Nan's chest with a pair of hot hands, pretending to be fierce but yet in every possible way charming.
"How long are you going to resist, girl?"
Rong Nan pinched Jian Fan's thin waist and lowered her body.
Jian Fan's eyes, which were still confused about whether she wanted to welcome her or not, suddenly tightened. .
"Ananda, what are you doing?"
She was full of energy.
Even when they were not prone to illness, they were still a perfect match.
Jian Fan is actually quite embarrassed.
She feels like a little goblin who sucks people's energy, and Jian Fan is the one she wants to "harm".
"Yes."
With a soft voice, Jian Fan's body softened into a puddle of mud, and she had to free her hands to support herself.
"Good boy, don't worry."
Rong Nan was doing two things, "serving" this little ancestor and coaxing her with words.
The two drifted in their respective depths of love, and Rong Nan finally took advantage of Jian Fan's inattention to take back the initiative.
Jian Fan blushed and closed his eyes to feel the stimulation from Rong Nan.
The room was beautiful, and outside the room two heads were gathered together, not knowing what they were doing.
"Little guy, hang on, what are you doing inside with Donor Rong?
Why can't we see anything?
We can't even push the door open."
Yuansheng had a strawberry-flavored lollipop in his mouth, in the dark corridor.
Ask curiously.
Fuxi pushed the door open and found that they really couldn't push it open like the door to his own room.
His eyes were filled with confusion, but Silly Baitian beside him still looked confused.
"Let's go, their door is locked."
It turned out that the two of them felt the vibration from the puppet again and wanted to come to Jian Fan to discuss it, but they couldn't open the door.
Fuxi didn't believe that Rongyan inside the door didn't know.
What was blocking them was not the door but the barrier.
The only ones who didn't know about it were probably their sister Jian and the little idiot next to him.
The night was long, the puppet's fluctuations became weaker and weaker, Yuansheng's expression became increasingly unhappy, and Jian Fan was forced to accept a night of exercise.
The next morning, Rong Nan got up early.
The look of him feeling refreshed from head to toe made Jian Fan hate him so much.
Although her body was not burdened at all, this time her soul was really as tired as the clouds and rain had just stopped.
After staring weakly at Rong Nan for a while, Jian Fan couldn't help but fell asleep.
Rong Nan pulled up a corner of the curtain to look at the skylight outside.
When she went out, she tucked Jian Fan in because she didn't need it even in her current state.
"Tell me, what happened last night for you to come and listen to the corner."
As expected, there were two living people squatting beside their door when they opened the door.
Yuansheng's big eyes were a little dull, slightly darkened, and one side of his face was half swollen.
Fu Xi, on the other hand, looked even worse.
No one slept seriously last night.
"Donor Rong, I was sleepwalking yesterday.
I seemed to have crawled onto the little one's bed, and then the little one kicked me down."
Yuansheng covered his cheeks, which was a legitimate grievance.
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"Didn't you just kiss him?
Why are you so stingy and beat me up?"
"You didn't say where you kissed."
He is just a fifteen-year-old boy.
Even if he is mature, he still has the temper and liveliness of a boy.
Fuxi's anger was suddenly aroused by Yuansheng's innocence.
He tapped Yuansheng's swollen cheek with his finger.
He didn't use much force and just touched the little monk's skin lightly.
Yuansheng didn't care about his face.
The itchy feeling, like the light touch of feathers, was so comfortable that he wouldn't cover his face.
Hearing Fu Xi's words, he put his fingertips to his lips and tapped, "Belly button."
Rong Nan watched the two children being awkward.
Fuxi's red ears and Yuansheng's innocence would never get tired of looking at them.
If Jian Fan were here, he would definitely be in a daze and laughing at the same time.
Rong Nan secretly put the recorded video stone into his pocket.
"No, that's not what I'm talking about.
Yuansheng, why do you always lead me to the wrong side?"
The topic was that the building had tilted deeply, and Fuxi finally helped it back at the last moment when the building was about to tip.
However, there are no eggs.
"Donor Rong, that puppet is completely broken and we can't sense it anymore."
For adults, every toy and fairy tale that children care about has nothing to do with them.
They will never recall the doll they were reluctant to throw away until it broke when they were children.
They loved it so much when they were young.
But this does not hold true here.
"Do you want to come back?"
Although Jian Fan's special treatment of Yuansheng and Fu Xi made him feel a little displeased, but since they were two little brats, Jian Fan just accepted the request.
Since Yuansheng likes it, it's just a piece of scrap wood.
As the Lord of the Earth, he can still get it back.
"That little guy made it for me, with his own hands.
But it's broken.
Donor Rong, can you help me bring it back?"
Yuansheng touched his bare head and glanced at Fu, who was slightly surprised.
Xi, fell into endless sadness.
Rong Nan was a little stunned.
Because it was Fuxi who made it for Yuansheng, Yuansheng cherished it very much.
This feeling was almost the same as how he cared for Jian Fan's tears.
A strange impulse emerged from his heart and lingered.
His eyes wandered to Yuansheng and Fuxi, and he let out a strange smile of satisfaction.
"Okay, I'll get it back for you.
No, I should say, it will be back soon.
Now, go have breakfast first."
Kyoto 2nd Army Hospital.
"Madam, please take a bite first."
An old woman held a small porcelain bowl and stood in front of the bed of a woman with a bandaged foot, looking embarrassed.
The woman lying on the bed was the one Jian Fan and the others met yesterday.
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She was holding a puppet with its limbs and head falling off.
She was in danger many times yesterday, but when she woke up this morning, she suddenly thought of that puppet.
That puppet in the handbag.
Unexpectedly, it looked broken when I took it out.
There was a scar on her neck, not deep.
If the car accident had been more tragic, her neck would have been cut directly by the glass.
After all, the guard Xiao Chen died directly in that car.
The little girl who met by chance seemed to have known about her subsequent misfortune.
The puppet woman suddenly tightened her grip on the puppet body in her hand, "Mother Xu, go and call the new guard from Guoguang.
By the way, Liao Xi is back, call this brat over too.
I won’t have breakfast.”
Before he finished speaking, someone opened the door and came in.
He was tall, with a strong build, and was dressed in military green.
His bronze skin was shiny with sweat, and he looked like a leopard, full of wildness.
"Mom, you are looking for me" －－－－－－Digression－－－－－ Ananda: Welcome to today’s 555 Little Theater.
Today we are going to talk about 555. so called kiss Xiao Fanfan: It means that both men and women use their tongues to flick each other's lips wildly, trying to draw blood.
Ananda: The so-called intimate scene Xiao Fanfan: I won’t show you anything below the neck, I won’t show you, and I will try to see blood.
It’s strange.
This has become an action for the upper body to think about, what to do with the lower body?
Ananda: I can’t play in this small theater anymore.
Fei Liaoxi: Hello everyone, here is an advertisement.
I am a newcomer, and my name comes from Chapter 25 of Lao Tzu, "Silent and Liao Xi, independent and unchangeable."
Ananda: Get lost, everyone wave, we are done.
Xiao Fanfan: Hello, Ananda, I don’t want to change theory into practice: