Young Master Gu, Please Be Gentle

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When Lu Qier was lagging, he quickly denied, "Brother, I don't."

Lu Yan hooked his lips and said, "Qier, don't play tricks in front of me. Gu Mohan I can see must have seen it too. He promised to be engaged to you, or he might marry you. As the big brother, I can only help you get here, you will do it yourself in the future, eh? "

Lu Yan hung up the phone directly.

Throwing the phone on the counter, Lu Yan quietly took a sip of red wine, and finally he pulled out his long legs and walked to his big bed.

Lifting the quilt to bed, his brown eyes stagnate for a short time, and then stirred a little cold anger, "Ann, go back to your room to sleep!"

There was a soft body lying inside the quilt. An An smothered herself under the quilt, perhaps for a long time, and her delicate little face was covered with a pleasant flush.

"I won't go back!" An An rolled over and climbed onto Lu Yan's strong thigh and sat down across.

Her voice was very thin and waxy, like a little yellow warbler, and she could hear everyone crunchy.

Sitting on the bedside, Lu Yan glanced at her dress, a white suspender skirt, which covered her white and tender thigh roots, and the girl's skin exuded a luster like sheep fat.

His throat was tight, and the magazine had a clear outline.

"This is the first time you have climbed into my bed, don't make a fool, go back to sleep." He scolded her like a dad.

A 35-year-old man, even if he is strong, an 18-year-old girl sits on his thigh, and it has a taboo impact.

He didn't know if he was free or not. He brought her back when she was 5 years old, and she kept crawling on his bed ever since.

Being reprimanded, An An beaked her pink mouth, and the watery apricot eyes were very grieved, "Today you touch me, I want to touch you too!"

Talking about her two fragile little hands, he pulled the sleeping belt around his waist.

Lu Yan stretched out his big palm and caught her little hand. His palm was very rough, which was not as good as those of the grand-princes of Gu Mohan. The frosty rough feeling made him feel painful. He didn't let her mess about. .

His little hand was clasped, and An An's clear and beautiful eyes quickly turned red. "You hurt me."

Iwate Ichimatsu.

An An's two small hands quickly reached out from his loose collar and touched his strong chest.

Lu Yan was breathing hard, and the man's throat rolled up and down twice.

An An has been well protected by Lu Yan these years. She doesn't understand men and women. She only knows that Lu Yan's hand reached into her dress on the yacht today and grabbed her chest. It hurts. Now she wants to pay back. come back.

Her pair of apricot eyes stared at the man's pectoral muscles, straight, but unsentimental-desire to understand, "Your chest is so big."

Bigger than her.

Lu Yan looked down and moved to her white vest. Her body was weak and her body was not as good as her peers. Others were already turbulent at the age of 18. She was still a small hoe.

He leaned lazily on the head of the bed, his deep voice muffled, "Does a man's chest compare to a woman's chest, a man's pecs?"

An An nodded indifferently, "then you have a big pectoral muscle."

"..."

Lu Yan held out her two small hands with a big palm. "Is it enough? An An, you can go back to sleep."

"Don't," An An's little hand slipped down. "Today you asked me to untie your belt. There is something good under your belt, I want to see."