"What's the difference?" he asked.
Liu Zhiyuan thought about it and shook her head.
"It doesn't seem to make any difference." No matter which one is obsessed, the key point is that they sleep together every night.
She pouted slightly, thinking about every hot night, and suddenly felt ashamed.
Song Ling put her on the bed and pinched her little face with his slender fingers.
"Does it still hurt?"
Liu Zhiyuan shook her head.
"I don't feel anything."
He asked again, "What are you thinking about?"
Liu Zhiyuan blushed, "Thinking about embarrassing things."
A dark flame ignited in Song Ling's deep eyes, and his voice became hoarse.
"Hint me?"
Liu Zhiyuan quickly shook her head, "No, no. Really not. It's too late today, so let's call a truce, okay?"
Song Ling's big hands have found the best place, and his fingertips seem to be able to catch fire.
When she turned over, she was pressed directly under him.
"not good"
Liu Zhiyuan's cheeks were like ripe red apples. She huddled under the man and asked weakly, "Why?"
Song Ling replied, "What a waste of resources!"
Liu Zhiyuan was speechless...
Eventually, she was tortured to the point of losing consciousness.
She only remembered that the man seemed to look at his watch at the last moment, and then said in a hoarse voice in her ear: "Liu Zhiyuan, happy birthday!"
At the same time, the wall clock in the living room struck twelve.
Liu Zhiyuan's cheeks flushed and her eyes became clear in an instant.
Is this the uncle's birthday wish for her?
Although there was no deliberately prepared surprise or romance, those few words still made her feel warm.
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