Wedding Pet (MTL)

4

"full?"

Almost Lin Xingqing put down the chopsticks, Fang Xia's words came, Lin Xingqing tried to swallow the food that almost stretched to the throat, and finally bravely looked at Fang Xia.

"full."

This is the third time Lin Xingqing has laid down his chopsticks. Every time he put down his chopsticks, in the voice of Fang Xia's inaudible emotions, I do not know why Lin Xingqing had some counseling. not yet."

So, from the reserved seven or eight points full to nine points full, and now even more than a little full, even if facing Fang Xia then counseling, she really can't eat any more.

I do n’t know if Lin Xingqing ’s performance was too obvious. Fang Xia scanned the clean rice bowl and half of the dishes on the table. His eyes turned slightly and he said:

\ "Lisao, tidy up."

"Yes."

After Lisao answered her voice, but did not count her breath, she could hardly hear the sound, just like tableware and chopsticks, the table was refreshing and refreshing.

Although I still don't adapt to this mode of sitting full, when I feel the uncomfortable stomach support, I can finally stop eating, and everything else can be tolerated.

Lin Xingqing really has n’t eaten so much for a long time. At first it was the beauty of a woman. Later, because his father had an accident, he was not in a mood. He always took a bite and counted. At this moment, he touched the slightly round belly and looked slightly Leaning backwards, for a while, it always felt complicated.

Before that, Lisao, who only retreated to the side, retreated with the cleaned servant. The entire living room was completely left with Lin Xingqing and Fang Xia. Lin Xingqing slightly lowered her eyes and tied her hair. I do n’t know when. Some of them loosened and hung down on the side of the face, and it seemed that the face had a delicate beauty. The upper body was a light blue T-shirt, and the lower body was light gray pants. At this moment, when the body leaned back slightly, the T-shirt was slightly exposed. A small piece of skin, and at this moment, the white and slender fingertips are slowly rubbing in a fixed direction, the movement is secret, but quietly silent, but it can't help but store feet.

Fang Xia originally looked at Lin Xingqing's eyes and wondered when it went down gracefully, until she watched that the movement of her fingertips stopped for a long time, and in the corner that no one knew, the voice in her throat moved quietly.

The month was already a little deeper, and at the moment the pair of people sitting in pairs had an unspeakable tacit understanding.

"Hoo ~"

The stomach that stretched to the extreme finally had such a relief. Although it was only a trace, it was enough to make Lin Xingqing unable to resist a sigh of satisfaction. The sound was very small and very light, but in a quiet enough room, it was enough to be heard. .

"Squeak ~"

The slight noise when the chair was pulled, Lin Xingqing stiffened slightly, looked up slightly, and saw that Fang Xia, who had been sitting upright, had stood up, and in the bright lights, Fang Xia's body suit was in a formal dress. With an indescribable deepness and an inexplicable seriousness, it is simply a subconscious mind.

But what did she do with guilty conscience?

That was obviously an unsolvable problem, but when Fang Xia walked in front of Lin Xingqing in such a hurry and slow pace, the line of sight was high and low, Lin Xingqing blinked, looking closer and deeper and deeper. Eyes, unconsciously pursed his lips, can not think of anything, his mind is blank.