Jiang Ying took a sip of ginger syrup and almost burst into tears.
Her dysmenorrhea is rarely so severe. In the past, she just endured it and passed it. She has never cooked this, so she didn't grasp the dosage properly. It was so spicy that she doubted her life and couldn't speak.
Seeing her watery eyes and numb expression, Meng Jingshu was inexplicably nervous. Thinking this was his first time cooking.
"It's hard to drink?" He couldn't help asking.
Jiang Ying slowed down for a few seconds, her voice sounded exhausted: "It's not too bad"
Meng Jingshu felt that he had made a mistake in cooking, so he tasted a little immediately.
""
On the bed, tears welled up in her four eyes.
Having never seen him like this before, Jiang Ying squeezed the quilt and giggled.
Meng Jingshu was angry and funny: "It's you who said you want to release the whole thing, it's none of my business."
Jiang Ying glanced at him sideways: "It's very clear."
Although the mouth is irritated by the spicy, but the ginger syrup drink into the stomach, like hot soup poured on the ice, it melts at once, and the lower abdomen is warmed up immediately. The effect was really immediate, the blockage-like soreness was suppressed a bit.
Jiang Ying pinched her nose, drank all the small bowl of ginger syrup, and then collapsed on the head of the bed, as if she had run 3,000 meters, even sweating a little.
Her face visibly turned from pale to rosy with the naked eye, and Meng Jingshu felt relieved. He smiled, and spontaneously went to the kitchen to clean up the mess.
? Due to objective conditions, there will be no evening entertainment tonight, so turn off the lights and go to bed early.
After lying down for a while, Jiang Ying sighed helplessly and sat up.
Meng Jingshu asked: "What's wrong?"
"Look for a hot water bottle to cover your stomach." The pain is not so bad, but it's still uncomfortable, with a lingering soreness.
"Cold?" He immediately reached out to test the temperature.
In winter, she also wears thin, loose, short-sleeved pajamas, and when a man's hand pokes in from under the hem, it is unremarkable.
His hands were stuffy in the bed, and the man's body temperature was naturally higher, scalding hot.
Jiang Ying almost sighed.
No matter how hot the hot water bottle is, it can't compare to the touch of human skin.
She didn't want to look for it anymore, and lay down again holding Meng Jingshu's hand.
"Put your hands here and don't move, I don't want a hot water bottle." Her voice was soft, and she was basically acting like a baby.
He couldn't wish more, put his hand on her flat and soft belly, and rubbed it unconsciously.
The reason why instinct is called instinct is that it is uncontrollable.
Jiang Ying noticed that the wide palm was going up more and more. She planned to ignore it, but the result of connivance became worse, and the hand was about to cover it
"Oh." She grabbed his hand and stopped him from advancing with malicious intentions.
The next moment, Meng Jingshu leaned over and kissed her, taking her refusal of the whisper as a call.
The roundabout temptation is over, and he doesn't need to hide it anymore.
Of course he can't be real, in fact, because he was afraid of making her uncomfortable, his aggression was limited to the upper abdomen, and it was much gentler than before. There are many restrictions, but in the end it makes me feel uncomfortable.
With a fit of anger, he buried his head in Jiang Ying's heart, making her skin moist and hot.
Jiang Ying felt that she was so fragile, her lips and teeth and the tip of her tongue were the creators of trembling. She couldn't help stroking his short hair, combing it messily with her thin fingers.
He was so emotionally moved that he pressed the kiss tightly again, lingering from his neck back to his lips, and the wet tip of his tongue entangled with her again. The lingering rubbing made both of them gasp.
Meng Jingshu kissed Jiang Ying's earlobe, and his hoarse voice rubbed against her.
"I gave you my hand, and you give me your hand too, huh?"
The answer is unique.
Desire is never one-way
The time came to 23:48, and the night was quiet.
Meng Jingshu maintained the posture of covering Jiang Ying's stomach with one hand, and his breathing gradually became longer.
Jiang Ying didn't feel sleepy, she opened her eyes silently, looking at the ceiling, it was pitch black.
She suddenly kicked the man's calf lightly, and he moved unconsciously, rubbing her lower abdomen carefully with his hands. The movement was gentle, getting slower and slower, and it stopped after a while, like a machine that had run out of battery.
50 points.
Jiang Ying kicked him again.
He started kneading again, almost reflexively. This time it took him almost two minutes to fall asleep, and finally he couldn't move his hands. The little finger struggled and shook a few times before it stopped completely.
Jiang Ying pursed her lips and suppressed a smile.
Forget it, be generous.
&nbs?? information, interested people can easily know his date of birth. It's common for classmates to give gifts on birthdays, and it's a very legitimate name. It's strange for him to refuse, and there's no need to explain. After going abroad, without these oolongs, he gradually forgot about this so-called birthday.
"snort."
"But I didn't keep those gifts, they're long gone."
"Of course." Jiang Ying frowned coldly, "Master Meng's eyes are higher than the roof, how could he appreciate the mediocre gift from the little girl?"
"Your ones are still there," he said again.
Jiang Ying was instantly electrified and almost exploded.
She asked with difficulty: "What did you say?"
"I still keep the gift you gave me." His flat tone revealed a kind of pride in asking for credit. "I remember one of them is a book about stray dogs? It's in my study, it seems like I read it last year "
"Okay, stop talking! Come on! Eat cake!"
A hero does not mention his bravery.
In the age of a young girl Huaichun, she inevitably had the atmosphere of the Second Secondary School in her whole body. When I see something that exudes a touch of sadness, I think of my unrequited love, and I want to share it with him, and borrow something to express my feelings. So I gave him an incomprehensible book, and what was even more frightening was that I wrote an incomprehensible message on it. She couldn't remember exactly what she had written, but she was sure it must be unbearable.
terrible.
Having known each other for ten years is terrible
Meng Jingshu leaned against the table to eat cake, Jiang Ying curled up on the chair next to him and waited for him, idly playing with his mobile phone, pressing his knee against his leg to keep him warm.
At a certain moment, she looked up and saw him staring at her, chewing slowly, mouthful after mouthful.
"?" Why does it look so pornographic.
"My birthday is October 29, and I will spend it with you in the middle of next month. If I'm not busy."
"" Jiang Ying rubbed her neck, "Since you have sincerely invited, then I will reluctantly agree." She added, "If I am not busy."
Meng Jingshu sighed lightly, and pinched her face with one free hand: "It's terrible."
In order to avoid his ravages, Jiang Ying buried her face in his lap. She whimpered and said, "Let me explain first, I have already given the gift, and I won't give it again."
There was a moment of silence above, and then her face was forcefully pushed away.
"These days, stay away from here." He said sternly.
Jiang Ying was taken aback for a moment, then understood, she took a look at "here".
"No, it's very warm 'here'." She leaned over again, rubbing and rubbing, doing evil intentionally.
Meng Jingshu sneered, nodded: "OK."
He finished the rest of the cake with two mouthfuls, freed his hands, clasped the back of Jiang Ying's head, and pulled down the waist of his trousers.
"Wow, Meng Jingshu, you are a pervert!!" (Remember the website URL: www.hlnovel.com