cuddling in his arms

Chapter 122 Ziqing, don't you want me?
'Pa-ta' An Ziqing pressed the light next to the small door, and the small door was pushed open. Inside were large and small boxes, each of which was carefully packaged, and the colorful flower paper shone under the light, appearing like a rainbow. , dazzling people dizzy.

"This is?" Mo Xiaoli opened his eyes and mouth wide in shock.

"Gift." An Ziqing bent down and got into the small door. It was bright inside, at least he could stand upright. Mo Xiaoli stood outside the small door, looking at him through such a door, he suddenly felt Like a prince in a fairy tale.

"This, so much?" Mo Xiaoli felt unreal.

"Yeah." An Ziqing casually picked up one and handed it to her outside the door, "This is from the year before last."

Picking up another box, the purple box is covered with butterflies tied with blue ribbons, "This is from last year."

Mo Xiaoli tightly hugged the two boxes he handed out to him, how could he not be moved, his eyes were sore, and he asked him in a hoarse voice: "Why didn't the gifts from the year before last and last year come back?" Give it to me?"

An Ziqing came out again, held her in his arms and rubbed her head, "Fool."

"The gifts in there are all yours."

"Woooooo..." Mo Xiaoli finally burst into tears, "You are the idiot, the whole neighborhood is idiot."

"Okay, okay, stop crying." An Ziqing hugged her dumbfounded, while she was still holding the two boxes in her arms.

He bit her earlobe while walking, and said something indistinctly in his mouth, but Mo Xiaoli couldn't hear clearly, and asked unsteadily, "What?"

"It's nothing." An Ziqing pecked her little nose again, carried her upstairs and put her on the bed and said, "Let's rest for a while."

Surprisingly, Mo Xiaoli hooked his neck and did not let go, his never-before-seen tenderness broke the last string in An Ziqing's heart.

He rushed over, but just reached out and rubbed her hair, opened his mouth and gently bit the tip of her nose, Mo Xiaoli felt an indescribable longing in his heart, that kind of longing made her palpitate, but there was nowhere. To vent, she reached out and hugged An Ziqing's tight waist, getting tighter and tighter.

An Ziqing's body stiffened, and she bit Mo Xiaoli hard, hard. There was a kind of dull pain, but the pain was so heart-wrenching. She giggled and said, "It's fun."

An Ziqing held her little hand, and felt a burst of coldness. How could her hand be so cold? It was as cold as death, and it frightened him. He put his lips on the back of her hand with distress, and kissed her little by little. Unclearly asked: "Does your stomach still hurt?"

"It hurts." Mo Xiaoli replied honestly.

I am moved, but my stomach still hurts, but it is not as sharp as when I first ate spicy food. It is a kind of labor pain, very light, but it does exist.

An Ziqing's body froze, he hugged her in his arms, tightened again and again, then stood up straight, and peeled off Mo Xiaoli's clothes one by one, that beautiful body made his blood flow, and he closed his eyes. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and wrapped her tightly with the quilt.

When An Ziqing went out, Mo Xiaoli propped himself up, opened his eyes as big as copper bells, and called him pitifully, "Ziqing..."

"What's wrong?" An Ziqing turned around and asked, her voice still hoarse.

"Don't you want me?" Mo Xiaoli's watery eyes almost filled with tears, and his voice was so weak and pitiful that people wanted to rub her into his arms.

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The text has been changed, my friends, some plots have changed, but the general direction of the story has not changed.

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