The Heir is Here: Quiet Down, School Prince!

An Xia Xia has no sleepiness in time, and is stupid, staring at him, but he sighs contentedly and gasps, "Xia Xia ..."

It sounds meek like a large canine.

"You ... don't do this ..." Anxiaxia's shame turned red, and she tried desperately to pull her hand, but he pressed it tighter.

The touch of her hands, hard | hot, hit her nerves, her heartbeat became faster and faster, unknown fears and pleasures flowed together, making her even more at a loss ...

Sheng Yize pulled her hand a few times, biting her earlobe aggrieved: "This time, OK?"

Just this time, indulge once.

Just this time, Shen |

An Xia Xia bit her lip and wanted to refuse, and her lip was quickly blocked by him.

She was speechless ... This is not a question, is it a statement?

If you think about it, it seems that what he is going to do has never given her a chance to refuse, no matter intimidation or temptation, or pitfalls, but it has finally achieved his purpose.

This **** ...

"You ... hmm ..." without saying a complete sentence, all blocked by a deep kiss, only a broken syllable overflowed.

The big hand took her little hand and moved ...

An Xia Xia turned from resistance to ... curiosity.

In fact, doing this kind of thing with the loved one is actually not so annoying ...

But still ashamed (⊙o⊙) ...

Thinking of not being able to lose money, she squeezed two hands vigorously, and Sheng Yize took a cool breath, and the sound of breathing became thicker.

But soon ... she regretted ...

Her dark eyes stared straight at her, as if she had dug an unfathomable trap, drawing her down ...

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Forty minutes later, Anxiaxia weakly complained, "How are you ... not good yet?"

Sheng Yize froze on her shoulder, with a laugh in her voice: "Are you dissatisfied?"

"Satisfied! Very satisfied!" So come to an end, her hands are sore!

Sheng Yize: "Are you so satisfied, shouldn't I be harder?"

An Xia Xia: "..."

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Finally, when he was finished, Anxiaxia was almost asleep.

He went to the bathroom and took a hot towel to help her clean her little paws before cleaning herself.

Get everything done, lie back on the bed, and hear An Xia Xia mutter: "Are you drunk? ..."

Why is a drunk man so physically fit? This unscientific!

Sheng Yize but smiled.

He doesn't know if he is drunk.

But what's so important.

The person he likes is beside him, hugging and sleeping, so-called happiness, but that's it.

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Early in the morning, Sheng Yize was refreshed, Anxiaxia was sleeping dark, and when the doctor came to the room, Sheng Yize woke her up.

"Do you find anything uncomfortable?" The doctor asked her kindly, An Xia Xia didn't wake up yet, and groaned groaningly: "Oh ... I have a sore hand ..."

puff--

Sheng Yize wiped the cold sweat, and he was not calm.

The doctor didn't think about it. She gave her a check and groaned. "It may be lying down for too long. If you don't have any discomfort, you can exercise properly and exercise, which will help you recover soon."

A few more words were ordered from Sheng Yize, and the group left in a mighty manner, leaving Sheng Yize staring at her narrowly.

"Life is movement, little slacker, get up and move."

Anxiaxia misinterpreted his meaning and threw the pillow angrily.

"Sport a ghost! I don't move!"

"Then I ... help you?"