The Heir is Here: Quiet Down, School Prince!

Crackling--

It was as if fireworks were bursting and bursting into my head with colorful stars.

Su Xiaomo maintained a shocked expression and didn't say anything for a long time.

He Jiayu stood tall, the cool night breeze from the mountains blew up, his shirt bulged, and his body became thinner and thinner.

The ghost was terrible, Su Xiaomo said, "Okay."

Before she had time to regret it, He Jiayu had already gone from good to good and got in.

There was one more person in the tent. Su Xiaomo suddenly felt the temperature had risen, and her nose was full of the smell of clean soap on her body. She blushed and moved to the corner.

He Jiayu squeezed to her side, Wen Wen asked, "What books are you reading? Can I read them together?"

"NO!" She refused sternly and put away her little H book.

Huh! So ashamed!

He Jiayu lost her "Oh", her eyelashes fell down, and she looked pitiful than a girl.

Su Xiaomo was brainwashed by his face, tangled, and whispered, "Do you really want to see?"

"Ok."

Damn it! Just watch it! Everyone is a big man, afraid of a yarn?

Su Xiaomo washed himself and brainwashed, spread out the rotten man, He Jiayu seriously looked up, and from time to time he asked: "Isn't this guy who should be under pressure to resist?

"..."

"What is this pose?"

"..."

"Why does he keep calling?"

"..."

"This one……"

"Shut up!" Su Xiaomo could not bear it.

He Jiayu blinked, and she was innocent again.

Su Xiaomo burst into tears, violently shoved the book into the corner, covered with a quilt: "Sleep and sleep!"

"Oh……"

After being silent for a few minutes, He Jiayu snorted: "Is there only one quilt?"

"Yes!" Su Xiaomo said fiercely.

"I'm cold." He Jiayu's voice was soft and soft, and Su Xiaomo's bones were all crisp.

"What do you do to me?" Su Xiaomo hummed.

He Jiayu groaned: "Then you cover the quilt, I hold you, okay?"

boom--

The fireworks in his head began to explode again. Su Xiaomo was extremely skeptical that he would be burned stupidly | forced, neatly covered the quilt to He Jiayu, and said angrily, "Hurry up! Don't talk!"

There was a young laughter from the quilt, and he stirred her rough man's heart.

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On the other side, Anxia Xiawo was in Sheng Yize's arms, and she called out like a cat: "Sheng Yize ..."

"what happened?"

"Does He Jiayu really like Momo? Wouldn't you lie to me?" Anxiaxia asked in confusion.

"If he doesn't like it, would he go to Su Xiaomo? If Su Xiaomo didn't agree, wouldn't he have come back long ago?" Sheng Yize noblely replied.

An Xia Xia opened her eyes, drowsiness, and pulled his placket: "Do you mean that the two of them, like me, sleep together?"

Sheng Yize twitched his lips: "In spite of the fact, can you not describe it as so dirty ..."

An Xia Xia smiled, really happy for Su Xiaomo.

There was a ticking sound of water from the tent, and the temperature plummeted. Anxiaxia coldly drilled into his arms and muttered, "Why is it raining?"

Sheng Yize frowned, tightening her tighter: "The weather in the mountains is cloudy, let's sleep."

However, the sound of rain was getting louder, and for several hours in a row, a boy's horror sounded throughout the camp: "Not good! Flash flood!"