During the period when Xue Xiao moved in, Ye Ni's face was not very good.
Ye House is a mountaintop manor surrounded by trees. It is favored by nature and is quiet and majestic. It covers a large area. It does not mention the main house where the family lives. There are six independent low buildings for banquets and group meetings. In addition, there are countless functional entertainment facilities.
In such a place, living in one person is like salt entering the sea, which is very small.
Ye Ni disagreed.
The salt grain clearly penetrated her eyes, and the underside was so sour and itchy.
In the past week, the strange and sensitive parts of the private parts were lingering. When the girl bathed in a daily life, her cleaning movements that should have been natural have changed.
When her fingertips touched her labia, another pair of rough, long and thick calluses appeared in her mind. She unconsciously applied her fingertips to the gap to scratch it. Unfortunately, she couldn't find any tricks, and the more she rubbed her, the more uncomfortable she felt.
I want to be stripped of my private parts, I want to be inserted, I want to be snatched...
Ni'er?The mother's call brought back the girl's distracted thoughts.
Ye Ni, who was frightened, paused in place, his legs tightened, and when he came to his senses, he saw He Yan's slightly reproachful gaze and the man's slightly pursed lips.
Anything funny is all you blamed. Ye Ni glared at Xue Xiao in a angrily step. If He Yan wasn't here, he would have blurted out if he hated him.
Ni'er.He Yan spoke and called her cousin.
Ye Ni's round eyes rounded again on the spot, just like the cat who was frightened late at night.
Aunt He.Xue Xiao saw the girl's embarrassment and immediately spoke to ease the atmosphere.
The low voice that troubled her day and night penetrated into her ears, and Ye Ni's waist numb. She stared at the man's Adam's apple tightly, for fear that the place would move, so she absurdly called out her wife.
Just Miss Ye called me Xue Xiao.
Mr. Ye didn't like his granddaughter's clothing design. When he got angry, he thought that her sewing machine was noisy and the green train was clanging, and he didn't know who to send her away.
Finally, without seeing her, she simply built a three-story glass house in Yezhai Garden to serve as Ye Ni's studio.
You can step on the steps as you like. The old man has never stepped on it once in several years.
The glass flower room completed by the world's top architects is exquisite and eye-catching, and is shaped like a beautiful music box.
After the cooling artificial rain falls, it washes through the lens, reflecting the red flowers and green leaves, which is particularly gratifying.
Ye Ni, who had such a beautiful scenery, was angry and picked up the marker several times and put it down.
Miss Ye, he actually called me Miss Ye?!
Who called Miss Aniye?Zong Qingyan on the other end of the phone just finished the drinks.
The time difference between M country and China was 14 hours. It was night. He refused the driver's pick-up and dropped off, slowly paced on the street, and patiently spoke with his girlfriend.
Realizing that he muttered his thoughts, Ye Ni hurriedly denied that there was no one.
Her boyfriend's voice was as pleasant as ever, but the girl was a little absent-minded, and her mind was filled with a deeper voice echoing.
Qingyan, Qingyan, Qingyan... Ye Ni put her phone on the table, then gently pillowed on it, trying to use this method to drive away the noise.
Zong Qingyan stopped in front of the wandering artist and paid for the right to use the guitar. He plucked the strings. Do you want to listen to the story?
Want it!Ye Ni's mood improved instantly when she heard the slight music.
"The Legend of the Condor Heroes", a girl's favorite story, a legendary and strange novel from the late Tang Dynasty, is not richer than the well-known "Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio", but it is better because of its distinctive characteristics. It cleverly inherits the tradition of historical and realistic literature, and incorporates the romantic and magnificent unique to myths.
More importantly, the story that grandma would read to her every day when she was still there.
The little girl of four or five years old doesn't understand the sadness on her grandfather and her parents' faces. She is as happy as a little bird, holding the yellowed ancient book she found from somewhere and begging her to read it.
The old lady is already old, and the tumor in the brain that was found pressed on the eye nerves and couldn't see clearly. The gray eyes were only the tender yellow of her granddaughter's dress.
It seemed as if the old lady was glancing at the light that waved her hand to the boy and handed the booklet.
No, don’t he read it, just grandma read it.The little girl leaned on the armrest of her grandmother's rocking chair and bulged her baby face.
OK OK, grandma.The old lady had no choice but to rub the head of the willful little girl and whisper to the boy, A Xiao, please read it to me with a little voice, I will read it again.
In the afternoon of the ancient town, the boy's immature voice was wrapped in the 10-year-old sweet-scented sweet-sweet voice, vividly describing a world that does not exist.
Let's make a louder sound.The girl was fascinated by the words quietly. She didn't bother her grandma and said angrily, "You hate it."
Don't want it again and again, the boy complained about this arrogant cousin whom he first met.
The dark eyes slowly raised from the book, and met the white little face through the warm light. In less than a second, they fell silently.
Um.
He seemed to be born unable to resist her.
Ye House is a mountaintop manor surrounded by trees. It is favored by nature and is quiet and majestic. It covers a large area. It does not mention the main house where the family lives. There are six independent low buildings for banquets and group meetings. In addition, there are countless functional entertainment facilities.
In such a place, living in one person is like salt entering the sea, which is very small.
Ye Ni disagreed.
The salt grain clearly penetrated her eyes, and the underside was so sour and itchy.
In the past week, the strange and sensitive parts of the private parts were lingering. When the girl bathed in a daily life, her cleaning movements that should have been natural have changed.
When her fingertips touched her labia, another pair of rough, long and thick calluses appeared in her mind. She unconsciously applied her fingertips to the gap to scratch it. Unfortunately, she couldn't find any tricks, and the more she rubbed her, the more uncomfortable she felt.
I want to be stripped of my private parts, I want to be inserted, I want to be snatched...
Ni'er?The mother's call brought back the girl's distracted thoughts.
Ye Ni, who was frightened, paused in place, his legs tightened, and when he came to his senses, he saw He Yan's slightly reproachful gaze and the man's slightly pursed lips.
Anything funny is all you blamed. Ye Ni glared at Xue Xiao in a angrily step. If He Yan wasn't here, he would have blurted out if he hated him.
Ni'er.He Yan spoke and called her cousin.
Ye Ni's round eyes rounded again on the spot, just like the cat who was frightened late at night.
Aunt He.Xue Xiao saw the girl's embarrassment and immediately spoke to ease the atmosphere.
The low voice that troubled her day and night penetrated into her ears, and Ye Ni's waist numb. She stared at the man's Adam's apple tightly, for fear that the place would move, so she absurdly called out her wife.
Just Miss Ye called me Xue Xiao.
Mr. Ye didn't like his granddaughter's clothing design. When he got angry, he thought that her sewing machine was noisy and the green train was clanging, and he didn't know who to send her away.
Finally, without seeing her, she simply built a three-story glass house in Yezhai Garden to serve as Ye Ni's studio.
You can step on the steps as you like. The old man has never stepped on it once in several years.
The glass flower room completed by the world's top architects is exquisite and eye-catching, and is shaped like a beautiful music box.
After the cooling artificial rain falls, it washes through the lens, reflecting the red flowers and green leaves, which is particularly gratifying.
Ye Ni, who had such a beautiful scenery, was angry and picked up the marker several times and put it down.
Miss Ye, he actually called me Miss Ye?!
Who called Miss Aniye?Zong Qingyan on the other end of the phone just finished the drinks.
The time difference between M country and China was 14 hours. It was night. He refused the driver's pick-up and dropped off, slowly paced on the street, and patiently spoke with his girlfriend.
Realizing that he muttered his thoughts, Ye Ni hurriedly denied that there was no one.
Her boyfriend's voice was as pleasant as ever, but the girl was a little absent-minded, and her mind was filled with a deeper voice echoing.
Qingyan, Qingyan, Qingyan... Ye Ni put her phone on the table, then gently pillowed on it, trying to use this method to drive away the noise.
Zong Qingyan stopped in front of the wandering artist and paid for the right to use the guitar. He plucked the strings. Do you want to listen to the story?
Want it!Ye Ni's mood improved instantly when she heard the slight music.
"The Legend of the Condor Heroes", a girl's favorite story, a legendary and strange novel from the late Tang Dynasty, is not richer than the well-known "Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio", but it is better because of its distinctive characteristics. It cleverly inherits the tradition of historical and realistic literature, and incorporates the romantic and magnificent unique to myths.
More importantly, the story that grandma would read to her every day when she was still there.
The little girl of four or five years old doesn't understand the sadness on her grandfather and her parents' faces. She is as happy as a little bird, holding the yellowed ancient book she found from somewhere and begging her to read it.
The old lady is already old, and the tumor in the brain that was found pressed on the eye nerves and couldn't see clearly. The gray eyes were only the tender yellow of her granddaughter's dress.
It seemed as if the old lady was glancing at the light that waved her hand to the boy and handed the booklet.
No, don’t he read it, just grandma read it.The little girl leaned on the armrest of her grandmother's rocking chair and bulged her baby face.
OK OK, grandma.The old lady had no choice but to rub the head of the willful little girl and whisper to the boy, A Xiao, please read it to me with a little voice, I will read it again.
In the afternoon of the ancient town, the boy's immature voice was wrapped in the 10-year-old sweet-scented sweet-sweet voice, vividly describing a world that does not exist.
Let's make a louder sound.The girl was fascinated by the words quietly. She didn't bother her grandma and said angrily, "You hate it."
Don't want it again and again, the boy complained about this arrogant cousin whom he first met.
The dark eyes slowly raised from the book, and met the white little face through the warm light. In less than a second, they fell silently.
Um.
He seemed to be born unable to resist her.
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