Chapter 689

Looking at Shen Miao's cell phone, he opens his head.

Her hair fell on his chest, itching.

Shen Mo Chen looks at her tenderly and inputs the words of a palace map.

The phone popped out immediately.

One by one, Shen Mochen had to go.

Shuimiaomiao blushed.

China's 5000 year history and culture is indeed extensive and profound.

The thought of the ancients, to a certain extent, is in the forefront of the world.

Think about it. At that time, the ancients had three wives and four concubines, compatriots and one wife, father and son had the same wife, brother and sister could get married again, that topic, that thought.

No TV, no computer, no entertainment. All the entertainment is used in it. It must be extraordinary. There is a specialty in the industry.

Take a look at those pictures. They are all very artistic.

On a sunny day, shaolang and his wife and concubine are missing each other in the garden.

I have a dog at home. By the way, I like to keep a monkey.

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Landscape design is commendable, using the extreme.

In broad daylight, there is no electric light, which can be excused.

Shui Miaomiao thought of an adapted ancient poem he had accidentally seen on the Internet.

It's about this.

Cry pain, uncle, mix pressure. (Kuteng old tree, faint Crow)

small orifices, flowing water, Ren, Jia. (small bridge, flowing water, people's home)

drumming, sewing, hand numbness. (the ancient road west wind lean horse)

sucking Yang, knee, heartbroken man, licking. (sunset, heartbroken man at the end of the world)

the more you look at it, the redder shuimiaomiao's face is, and her thoughts are floating.

She looked at Shen Mo Chen, cleared her throat, and said softly, "don't you think it's not appropriate for me to look at these pictures for my current physical condition?"

Shen Mochen really felt that his eyes were covered with a layer of sexy mist, and the color in his eyes was glowing.

If it wasn't for her physical condition, they might be doing what the ancients did now.

Shen Mo Chen discovers, oneself some look for abuse.

He put the mobile phone away and put it on the bedside table. He said in a hoarse voice, "go to bed early."

"Well. Good. " Water Miao Miao should a, turn over, facing the wall.

Shen Mo Chen turned off the light and looked at her pretty back.

Both of them didn't speak. They could hear each other's breath quietly.

His nose is filled with the sweet smell of her body. In his mind, the picture just seen flashed past, and the picture became more and more clear. The women in the painting were all replaced by shuimiaomiao.

In his bones, the blood was churning and his instinct was shouting.

It can't go on like this.

Shen Mochen sat up.

Sensing the movement behind him, shuimiaomiao turned to look at him and asked, "what's the matter?"

"I'm going to take a bath. You go to bed first." Shen Mo Chen left this sentence, got up from the bed and went into the bathroom.

Shuimiaomiao pursed her mouth and looked forward to the bathroom.

She wants to take a bath, too. What?

He knew that she was thinking about what, how shameful ah, or endure, sleep.

Shen Mochen came out of the bath and stood at the head of the bed, looking at the water Miaomiao with her back.

With the cool air of cold water on his body, he temporarily calmed his desire and stabilized the little beast in his blood. He was afraid that she would be entangled in her sleep. He could bear it, but his brother could not.

Her health is above all else.

He was afraid of hurting the child.

"Miaomiao." Shen Mo Chen shouts.

Shuimiaomiao did not fall asleep. Looking at him, he sat up cross legged, turned on the light and asked, "what's the matter?"

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