Lost Lovers

He closed his eyes, his senses became clearer, his arms could feel Tang Sihuang's pajamas rolled up, and with a slight movement of his fingers, he could touch the smooth and strong side waist. He pretended to move inadvertently, and his fingertips touched a smooth, but then he retracted his hands as if frightened.

However, the heat of the fingertips stubbornly refused to recede. Tang Miao recalled the night when she had a mess with Tang Sihuang, and her whole body became hot. Both his throat and lips were a little dry. He slowly raised his head, and his eyes fell on Tang Sihuang's lips again. He couldn't help but slowly raised his head and moved closer silently. His lips were light on Tang Sihuang's lips. Gently licked. Tang Sihuang still slept deeply. Tang Miao gently made a sucking motion before retreating.

司 Tang Sihuang suddenly moved, Tang Miao was scared to jump from the bed. Seeing that Tang Sihuang just rolled over lazily, lying face up, leaned to him, and fell into a deep sleep again.

Tang Miao suspected that her own heart was about to jump out of her throat and reluctantly calmed down.

"Daddy ..." Tang Miao lay on Tang Sihuang's chest, kissed the man's crimson lips, and acted heavily, as if to show his determination.

司 Tang Sihuang opened his eyes and glanced at him confusedly, and suddenly smiled with a lip, grabbed his waist around his arm and hugged him, and clasped his other hand on the back of his head.

Tang Miao was almost completely soft, and his eyes widened in surprise. Although he didn't know why Daddy suddenly did this, wasn't this what he dreamed of? Thinking of this, he relaxed on Tang Sihuang's body, raised his hands around his neck, actively opened his mouth, and put his tongue into Tang Sihuang's mouth.

Tang Sihuang's lips immediately covered it, sucking heavily. Tang Miao responded fiercely, all hot. The breath of the two was tightly entwined.

"Daddy ..."

"Bell-" The alarm sounded on time at half past seven.

Tang Miao suddenly woke up, only to find that he actually dreamed of dreaming ... He jumped off the bed embarrassed, almost tripped over by a quilt, quickly climbed into the bathroom, locked for a moment, locked the door, shook his head helplessly, opened Drain the water and put your hand in your pyjamas ...

After half an hour, he exhaled contentedly and walked under the shower head to rinse. Alas, did he and his dad come together one day? He couldn't see his father's fondness for men, but it seemed that his father was not so passionate about women. Since he has been here for so long, Daddy has never looked for a woman once, and he can be sure of this.

"Bang," the bathroom door was knocked a few times.

"Tang Miao, are you okay?"

Tang Miao quickly dried her body, put on her pajamas again, and quickly opened the door, but she was still.

Putting his father on the wall, Tang Sihuang leaned against the door, his loose pajamas clearly supported by something.

Tang Sihuang looked down with his eyes and smiled profoundly: "What? Men don't always do this in the morning? Didn't you spend so long just now--"

"I didn't!" Tang Miao subconsciously denied, embarrassed. Although his face was often hot by Tang Sihuang, he was not a blusher, but this time he was sure that his face must be red.

"Oh ... this is not okay. Didn't I teach you the last time, didn't you learn it?" Tang Sihuang laughed a few times, raised his arms around his shoulders, and moved into the arms, and the two got steamy again. Bathroom.

Tang Miao had no time to refuse. Isn't it obvious as to what to reject? However, he never thought about rejection.

Tang Sihuang opened his pajamas ...

Tang Miao couldn't help but groaned, leaning halfway on the chest. He should say "Daddy, in fact I will be DIY", or "Daddy, what do I do every morning, I am normal", but he does not want to say.

"Daddy, actually I ..."

"Ok?"

like you. Tang Miao just dared to say in his heart that he was hugging Tang Sihuang's waist tightly, and the two close figures fell into mold together.

The hand of Tang Sihuang was moving, but Banyan's eyes had been watching the boy in his arms, his heart was sweet and astringent. Would he not see the thoughts of his little son? What his youngest son didn't know was that he was already following him. But if you do n’t, you have to hit it. His youngest son is only sixteen years old, and he does not believe that a sixteen-year-old child will understand the feeling he expects him to understand. He will not fight unsure.