Wake Up, Stop Dreaming [Quick Transmigration]

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    are still three apprentices and white horses missing." "

    System: "You have to be careful when you encounter the black furbolg, he steals clothes. "

    Left words:" ...... still my baby □□. "The

    system is silent. This person's Taoism is getting stronger and stronger, and he has to practice for a few years.

    Zuo Yan swayed, Si Jia suddenly raised his head and opened his eyes, just colliding with his eyes, and the distance between the two was also close. Zuo Yan held his breath and heard the other person say.

    "Are you jealous? "

    Zuo Yan thought that his ears were hearing a hallucination, what the hell?

    Si Jia raised his hand and clasped the back of his head. The distance between the two of them was getting closer and closer.

    Zuo Yan's blinking eyelashes gently scraped over each other. It was like ten fingers clasped tightly.

    Finally, a headset was stuffed into the ear, which contained some traditional operas, which did not have the charm of live listening, but it could still be in the ear.

    Si Jia gave away his hands, and the two kept sitting one by one. Listening to the opera from the angle of falling to the ground.

    The toy duck at the foot was abandoned by the two in the corner, and the movement of "Allegro" gradually became apparent. He grouped himself into a ball under the bed. The first night when the master was away, I

    wanted to cry. After ten minutes, Zuo Yan said, "My legs are numb. "

    Si Jia stretched out a hand and pressed his wrist, the next moment Zuo Yan was surrounded by him.

    This action was not ambiguous, but instead felt the exhaustion on his body. In this position, there was a grunt in his ears. I don't know when, he fell asleep.

    In his dream, he dreamed of a big fire scorching him. He uncomfortably grabbed his chest, his clothes were torn off, breathing was still difficult, and finally he woke up.

    When I opened my eyes, I saw a handsome face, with good skin, no blemishes, pale lips, obvious lip beads, and the diamond-shaped lips pressed lightly. Looking up, I saw a pair of cold eyes, Danfeng eyes, all outlined ruthless.

    The two looked at each other for a moment, and Si Jia said, "Is it enough to touch."

    Zuo Yan blinked. His dark eyes were swollen and innocent, and the cold touch on his palm made him subconsciously squeeze.

    Looking down, his two paws are pressing on Si boss's chest, and the bulge under his palms indicates that he is hitting the target.

    The other hand touched his abdomen, the eight-pack abs made him salivate for a long time.

    "Does it feel good?" A magnetic voice rang in his ears.

    Zuo Yan took his paws in embarrassment, "It's good."

    Si Jia said, "It's just good?"

    Zuo Yan almost didn't hold himself when he saw his close chuckle, and his eyes stared at random places. ,

    His mouth echoed, "Very good." After a while, Si Jia stopped talking, Zuo Yan quietly raised his eyelids, but saw him looking at him with those Moyu eyes, Zuo Yan lowered his eyes.

    Keke, it turned out that he had been looking at the two on his chest before...

    The day was still outside, Zuo Yan sat up, and in order to avoid something more embarrassing, he ran to another bed and played with his mobile phone.

    There are many cultivators, but the teammates who usually cooperate with are not there, so Zuo Yan changed to Weibo.

    Feel free to look at the hot search, and I saw a video of a pet blogger. He likes small animals, Ergou and rhubarb. He hasn't raised animals since his third dream, and he is afraid that he can't bear it.

    The feelings between humans and small animals are simple and incomparable.

    After he clicked in, Zuo Yan looked at a few big chubby dogs that had been raised, and admired that the blogger was really a man.

    However, looking at the cleverness between the big dogs, he made him laugh until the blogger called one of the cute and stupid names.

    Zuo Yan paused, looked up at the boss Si who was still listening to the opera, and looked down at his phone.

    Si Jia opened his eyes. The buttons on his clothes were not fully fastened, and the sexy collarbone was still leaking out. He glanced over, lazily and casually, invisibly seducing.

    "Laughing."

    "Nothing."

    "Really?"

    Trust me, look at my innocent eyes.

    The next moment the person on the other side appeared quickly and quietly behind him, silently.

    "Dog?"

    Zuo Yan's body stiffened, his chin rested on his shoulder, and a word stopped in his ear.

    He took off his earphones, tucked them in his ears, and clicked the replay with his slender fingers.

    When the dog owner shouted Sijia, the man approached him, "Is it that funny?"

    Be happy, the boss, don't be shy, isn't it just the same name as the dog? Who hasn’t, rhubarb and the dog The same name.

    System: "It was originally called Xiaojin, and it was a snake."

    "You hold back your words."

    The system looked at their postures and wondered if the species of these two people are a bit heavy.