Mr. Long

After I began to have a serious relationship with Mr. Long, I gradually discovered many things that were not right about him.

For example, Mr. Long used to be able to eat a pot of rice for a meal, but now he can only eat two bowls. He never went near the kitchen before, but now he will take the initiative to come over to help me. He used to pick and choose, but now he eats what he gives.

I even once suspected that he was taken away and starved in the years when he left our house.

Later, I finally couldn't help asking him, "What's the matter with your appetite? You suddenly changed from plus to mini... Did you cut your stomach?"

Mr. Long showed a dumbfounding expression, handed me the washed eggplant and said, "Why do you cut your stomach properly... Isn't it a good thing that I eat too little and don't pick and choose? Are you unhappy?"

"That's not it," I said, "it just feels a little weird."

"I used to eat a lot because... I grew my body," he added. "Now that I have grown all that should be, I don't need to eat so much."

I stopped cutting the eggplant, turned my head and glanced at him, "Did you dragons develop so late? You only grow your body when you are more than 300 years old?"

"And I don't see where you have grown." I looked at him twice from head to toe, and my eyes fell on him three inches below the navel involuntarily. "It's true that a part is missing... ..."

"You seem to be very concerned about this, my dear." He squinted his eyes and smiled, walked around behind me and hugged me, "Why, one can't make you full..."

"Don't, don't, don't get me wrong, one is very good, really," I interrupted him in a hurry, for fear that he would never stop talking about tigers and wolves, "Then what, don't you just Is the minced meat and eggplant not fried yet? I can handle it myself, so go to the living room and rest."

"I won't go," he refused to move, and rubbed my butt arrogantly, "It's so boring for you to stay in the kitchen by yourself, as a qualified boyfriend, of course I have to accompany you. "

"Talk to talk, don't move your hands and feet," I raised the kitchen knife and shook it in front of him, "Why didn't I see you come to accompany me when I cooked for you all day before."

"I used to be a dragon," he said casually, "even if I don't guard you, I can still see what you are doing."

"Tsk, what you said is like you are not a dragon now." I curled my lips, put down the kitchen knife, and put the sliced ​​eggplant strips into the plate, "At least find a more plausible excuse, brother."

Maybe it was my sharp words that made him speechless, he fell silent, and for some reason, he tightened his arms around my waist even more.

When the eggplants were in the pot and the humming sound of the range hood sounded, he seemed to have finally come to his senses, smiled and said, "It doesn't matter if it's a dragon or not, as long as I can be with you... Anything goes."

Cut, mushy.

When we were together for about three months, one night, Mr. Long suddenly developed a high fever.

I hurriedly took him to the hospital.The doctor on duty was an elderly gentleman. After taking his temperature, he scolded both of us, saying that young people nowadays are too careless about their health, and they have to have a fever of almost [-] degrees before they know how to seek medical treatment. .

"Yes, yes, doctor, you are right, we will definitely not be like this in the future," I said with a bitter face, anxious in my heart, "What is the cause of his fever? Can it be cured? He won't be a fool. ?”

"You kid, what are you talking about," the old doctor quickly opened the list to me, and then explained, "It's not a serious problem, it's just a cold and a little inflammation, just drink some water and rest for two days. .”

Hearing what the doctor said, I let go of my heart and took Mr. Long to the infusion room with the list to settle down. Then I went to the pharmacy to prescribe medicine and put the bottle on for him.By the time the tossing was over, it was already past two o'clock in the morning.

Mr. Long's face was a little pale, his lips were dry, and he looked very haggard.Feeling distressed and confused, I asked in a low voice while feeding him water, "Mr. Long, aren't you a dragon? Why are you still sick?"

"You can't be prejudiced against us dragons, my dear," he said hoarsely, lifting his eyelids to look at me, "We too are subject to sickness, old age, and death."

"But when I was in my hometown, it was okay for you to wear a shirt in winter?" I held his hand that hadn't been needled, and I always felt that something was wrong, "Mr. Long, there is nothing wrong with your body, right? "

"No, it's just a cold. Don't think about it," he shook our hands together and raised the corners of his lips. "How about a kiss? If you kiss me twice, maybe I'll get better soon." Son."

I didn't want to talk to him, but it was so pitiful for him to look at me while he was sick. I couldn't bear it, so I pushed back the hair on his forehead and kissed him twice on the forehead perfunctorily.

"mua, mua, pain is flying away, get well soon."

He was amused by my coaxing tone like a child, and he opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but he didn't say anything in the end.

He just smiled and closed his eyes, and clenched my fingers extra hard.

But within ten minutes, Mr. Long fell asleep leaning on my shoulder.

His breathing was even and long, and a little dull because of illness.I looked at him and felt, for the first time since our reunion, that he seemed far less powerful than I had imagined.

I even almost had an illusion, as if he was not a dragon that lived for more than 300 years, but just an ordinary person like me, who lived, aged, sick and died in just a few decades.

Ah... Really, what am I thinking about.

Mr. Long recovered quickly, and his body temperature returned to normal the day after the drip.

The two days leave I had asked for from the company hadn't been used up yet, so I rejected Mr. Long's bad idea of ​​"let's go on a date", threatened "otherwise I will sleep in a separate room at night", and forced him to stay at home.

For lunch, I only cooked some light and digestible vegetable porridge, but Mr. Long didn't dislike it, and took every bite seriously.I bit my spoon and looked at him, hesitated for a while before saying, "Then what, the Mid-Autumn Festival is coming soon, you... you want to go back to my hometown with me?"

Mr. Long raised his head abruptly, his eyes sparkling, "Are you finally taking me to meet my parents, dear?"

My face became hot when he saw it, so I quickly lowered my head and took a sip of the porridge, "Anyway, we'll see each other sooner or later, so let's die sooner or later..."

"But I'm still quite nervous," I thought for a while and said, "After all, you are not only a man, but also a dragon... Forget about being gay, I don't know if my parents can accept this cross-species love."

Mr. Long didn't answer, he was silent for a long time before he spoke again, "If they can't accept it, what are you going to do?"

"Know it with reason and move it with emotion, if it doesn't work, just cry, make trouble, and hang yourself. There will always be a way," I said categorically in the spirit of one or two times in life, "Anyway, the two of them With a son like me, you can't beat me to death, right? Don't worry, no matter what... I won't let you be wronged. "

When I said that to Mr. Long, I didn't think too much, I just thought that since we are together, we should give each other a name.But if I know that Mr. Long will ignore my obstruction because he is too moved, and insists on making me my favorite spicy chicken, but he succeeds in blowing up the kitchen and causing me to clean up for two and a half hours, I will kill him I won't even say it.

There will never be a next time, I swear.

The Mid-Autumn Festival is coming soon.

On the way back to my hometown, I imagined about a hundred scenes after my parents met Mr. Long, from the happy meeting to the sarcasm to kicking us out of the house, all played out in my mind at double speed like a small movie again.

Countless brain cells died for this.

But I never expected that when I held Mr. Long's hand and stood in front of my parents with the courage to sink a boat, I told them that I would spend the rest of my life with this person... no, with this dragon , Their first, second, and third reactions were actually——

"Hey, my son actually abducted the dragon who ran away from home?"

"Hey, my son is dating a dragon?"

"Oh, my son is awesome!"

Me: hiss...

Me: How should I put it, although the goal has been achieved... But I don't seem to be that happy? ?

My dad has never been a dragon servant, so although he met Mr. Long before, he didn't really deal with him many times. Now that his identity has changed, he finally has the opportunity to have a good drink.

I also wanted to join their wine bureau, but my mother dragged me into the kitchen without saying a word.She asked me a lot of questions, including but not limited to "When did you two meet?" "How long have you been together?" "Do you live together now?" "Have you applauded for love?" My physique is a bit of a disadvantage... Do you think about counterattacking? Mom will send you a few txt files later, you may be able to use the methods in it..."

My eyelids twitched when she asked, and when I saw a plate of sliced ​​sauced beef on the stove, I hurriedly made excuses to serve my dad and Mr. Long with food and drink, and took the plate and rushed out of the kitchen.

Where is Mr. Long?Where is my dad?

Why are people gone?

I searched inside and outside the house twice but couldn't find it. I took out my mobile phone and was about to call Mr. Long when a WeChat message popped up on the screen.

【Father: Son, come to the ancestral hall. 】

Fuck!Why did my dad take Mr. Long to the ancestral hall!

Could it be that you repented and didn't want me to have sex with Mr. Long?

Or did the people in the clan know that Mr. Long had appeared, and set up a net to imprison him in the small courtyard behind the ancestral hall, but my father was soft-hearted and secretly tipped me off?

Mr. Long, don't be afraid!I'll come to your rescue right away!

In the 100-meter sprint competition in the college sports meeting, I am afraid that I could not run at such a speed, so that when I used this momentum to smash open the door of the ancestral hall, my body flew out almost completely uncontrollably.If Mr. Long hadn't caught me in time, I would have lost face and fell to the ground.

"Be careful, why are you in such a hurry?" Mr. Long helped me to stand still, and then patted my back gently twice, "Where did you hurt? Does it hurt?"

I shook my head, seeing that there were only three of us in the ancestral hall, and Mr. Long was fine, so I knew that I was probably thinking too much, "Hey, I'm going, I'm scared... you two come to the ancestral hall without drinking." What are you doing?"

Mr. Long didn't answer, but my dad handed over a box on the altar table, and said in a deep voice, "Look at it, Mr. Long said that there is no need to tell you, but after thinking about it, I still think you should know."

The box is black, but palm-sized, but heavy when weighed.I opened the lid and found that inside was a roll of silver-white silk thread, but the texture seemed to be much more flexible and firm, and there were some faint patterns printed on it.

I hugged the box full of doubts, and glanced at the silent Mr. Long, "What is this?"

Mr. Long still didn't make a sound, until I couldn't help repeating the question again, he replied in a low voice, "...this is my dragon tendon."

"Dragon tendon? What is dragon tendon?" I subconsciously asked, "Is it you...is it something in your body?"

"Well," he replied, leaned forward and took my hand, "Before I left without saying goodbye, you once told me the two reasons why we can't be together, do you remember? "

I nodded blankly, "...remember, and then?"

"You said that you are a human and I am a dragon. Our life spans do not match. You will grow old and die, but I will always live," said Mr. Long. "So I went to the forbidden area of ​​the dragon clan and found the priest. Ask him if he can share the rest of my life with you so that you can live as long as I do."

"But the priest said that there is a law for everything in time and everything. A dragon and a man form a mate to forcefully break the law. If the price is not enough, how can it be possible to transfer the number of lifespan at will?"

"To put it simply, there is no such good thing."

"It's okay to want to be with you, but I have to have the patriarch strip off the dragon's tendons, and descend to become an ordinary person. From then on, life, old age, sickness and death are no different from ordinary people. After death, I will go to hell and enter the six realms. I will never be a dragon forever."

"The reason why I brought back the dragon tendon this time is because it still has the remaining dragon energy in it. You put it in the ancestral hall. Before I die, it should still be able to protect the house to some extent."

"That's the way it is, dear, do you understand?"

"Won't you be scared?"

"Are you only scared? Don't you feel moved?"

"Oh, I knew I shouldn't say this myself. If you heard it from someone else, you would be moved, right?"

"You don't have to be too impressed."

"I have lived for more than 300 years, and when I finish my life with you, it will be almost 400 years."

"It's been long enough, really."

"Why are you crying... I don't feel sorry..."

"Okay, don't cry honey, you look ugly like a pumpkin when you cry..."

"Come and kiss me, okay? Well..."

I have finally solved all the mysteries that have plagued me for months.

Why did his eating habits change so much, why did he blurt out "I used to be a dragon", why did his body structure change, why did he get sick, and what I've been ignoring all this time, why did this passage after our reunion In time, he never changed into a dragon again.

From ancient times to the present, tens of thousands of people seek longevity and longevity, but he did the opposite, abandoning treasures like shoes, just for...just to be with me.

What are you planning?

Picture I have been to New Oriental Rice, is it delicious?

Even if the world is full of wonders...how can there be such a fool as you?

I squatted on the futon in front of the altar and wept uncontrollably for a long, long time.

In fact, I don't understand what I am wronged at all, but whatever.

Don't let anyone stop me today, I'm going to cry to my heart's content.

I don't know if I passed out from crying or fell asleep because I was too tired from crying, anyway, when my eyes were dark and I woke up in a trance, the sun had already set.Mr. Long was lying on the bed with me in his arms, supporting my back with one hand, and holding the mobile phone in the other. He was addicted to backgammon.

I looked at his slightly stubbled chin, and couldn't help but reach out and stroke it, "...Mr. Long, it's time for you to shave."

"I left in such a hurry in the morning that I forgot. You can shave me later." He lowered his head and kissed my forehead, his voice was unprecedentedly gentle, "Do you still want to cry now?"

"I don't want to," I put my face into his arms, and said in a muffled voice, "Crying out so much water in one breath, I'm going to turn into a salted fish."

Mr. Long laughed, got up and got out of bed and poured me a glass of water, "Drink, I have something to tell you after I finish drinking."

Anything else?What's up?Haven't I been stimulated enough today?

I gulped down the water, then bit the bullet and said, "Come on, I... I'm mentally prepared."

"The reason why you refused to fall in love with me at that time was that apart from the fact that the life spans did not match, there was another point," Mr. Long said, "that is, we are both males, and neither of us can have cubs."

"I really can't give you a lifespan, but there is still a way to solve the problem of having babies," Mr. Long said, and took out a small jade box not much bigger than a fingernail from his pocket. "The medicine in the box is I asked the priest for it, as long as you eat it, a gestational sac similar to a uterus will grow in your stomach, and then you will be able to give birth."

He stuffed the jade box into my hand and asked expectantly, "How is it, dear, are you moved?"

Me: Hehe, don’t dare to move.

All in all and all in all, I'm with a guy who used to be a dragon.

He loves me, and I love him too, and we will spend the rest of our lives together in the short, unique, hard-won and precious decades.

But I will absolutely never give birth to you!

You want to fart!

4 Fanwai dragon cubs are coming

The first noticeable feeling of vomiting was at 01:30 in the morning.

At that time, the game was at the critical moment of pushing crystals, and I was busy playing output with team battles, so I didn't care. I took a couple of sips of water to suppress my nausea.

The second time I felt sick was after I woke up. It was almost twelve o'clock at noon at that time. Mr. Long was cooking in the kitchen. Because the range hood was rumbling, he didn't hear me rushing into the bathroom.

I lay on the edge of the toilet and vomited for a long time. I was so uncomfortable that I almost cried, but I couldn't vomit anything.

In desperation, I could only stand up and take a deep breath, then rinse my mouth and wash my face, thinking that maybe I would be fine with some hot porridge later.

The third time I felt sick was when I walked into the kitchen.

Mr. Long steamed the fish, and the fishy smell that could be ignored in normal times was so strong that it hit my brain at this moment. Before I even had time to run back to the bathroom, I grabbed the trash can in the corner and started to vomit.

This time I finally spit it out smoothly.

A large amount of translucent strange mucus gushed out of my throat. The liquid was so hot that it even made my throat hurt.

Mr. Long patted me on the back in a panic, and muttered, "Be patient, be patient, baby, it will be fine soon..."

The whole process lasted about 5 minutes. When my head was almost starved of oxygen, the uncontrollable vomiting finally stopped.

The burning sensation in the throat also disappeared completely.

Mr. Long wiped away my physical tears from vomiting with a towel, and said while wiping, "I didn't know it would be so uncomfortable. I'm sorry dear, you worked hard."

I was just about to scold him for what nonsense you were talking about, when I saw him pick up the trash can I had left on the ground, hold it up in front of me, and said excitedly, "Look at our baby, How cute!"

The garbage bag is black, and the egg white in the bag is even more set off, as if it is shining.

I looked up at Mr. Long, looked down at the egg, then looked at Mr. Long again, and looked at the egg again.

Finally, I finally summoned up the courage to ask him, "This can't be... I... spit it out...?"

"Yes!" Mr. Long nodded cheerfully, "Are you surprised? Are you surprised?"

Thousands of thoughts ran through my mind like a storm before I lost consciousness.

What I vomited was clearly a liquid, why did it turn into a solid?

Wasn't the dragon egg originally born or spit out?

Fortunately, the garbage bags are new.

It's a good thing I didn't spit in the toilet just now.

Whose child was born in a trash can? This is too outrageous!

Wait, I can't hatch eggs, can Mr. Long hatch?Or should we buy one of those chick incubators?

In the future, a child will not emerge directly from an egg, will it?Momota... Tantaro?

No, that's not the point at all!

Isn't the point that I said a long time ago that I would never give birth to Mr. Long's cubs!

"I really didn't lie to you," Mr. Long said aggrievedly, clutching his chest that I kicked, "Obviously you agreed to give birth."

"Nonsense! Do you have proof that I agreed!"

So Mr. Long stuffed the egg wrapped in a small quilt into my arms, took out his mobile phone, and listened to me what I said on my birthday two months ago when I drank too much, "Of course I have to give birth to Mr. Long... who If you don't give birth, who is a puppy!" audio.

I said awkwardly, "Then...then what you say when you're drunk doesn't count..."

Mr. Long came over and kissed my face, and asked in a low voice, "Doesn't it count if you say you love me when you're drunk?"

"Doesn't it count if you are drunk and say you like me to kiss you?"

"It doesn't count if you're drunk and say you'll feel more blindfolded..."

I covered Mr. Long's mouth in time.

Don't talk about it, or you won't be able to pass the trial.

I admit defeat, I surrender, isn't it okay?

The good news is that the eggs don't need to be hatched, they just need to stay with me or Mr. Long all the time, and the eggs can be hatched after seven days.

"Did he come out as a little dragon?" I asked Mr. Long.

Mr. Long nodded, "It will take a hundred days to transform into a normal baby form, and then you can transform into any shape you want."

"So powerful?" I looked at Mr. Long, remembering that he could freely transform between a dragon form and a human form, I couldn't help but feel a little depressed, "It's a pity that the baby has no chance to see your dragon form."

Mr. Long was silent for a while, and then hesitantly said for a while, "Actually...it's not that I can't change...just..."

My eyes widened suddenly, and I said anxiously, "Really? Can you still change? But you're not..."

"It can be changed, but..." Mr. Long turned his head embarrassingly, avoiding my sight, "It's much smaller than before, and it has no mana, and it's not handsome at all..."

There was a warm soreness in my chest, I put the dragon egg on the bed, then rubbed to Mr. Long's side, and hugged his neck.

"Why not handsome," I told him, "Mr. Long will always be the most handsome in my heart."

"Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha but it's too small! You look like a black dragon scarf now hahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha..."

My unscrupulous ridicule made Mr. Long very angry, and he stretched out his head and gnawed on the corner of my mouth.

Maybe it's because I haven't changed back to the dragon shape for a long time, Mr. Long didn't control the strength well, and directly bit my lip.

Hearing my "hiss" because of the pain, he instantly calmed down, and even felt a little bit wrong, so he whispered sorry to me.

I smiled, leaned forward and kissed back, and said in the same low voice, "It's okay, it's okay to bite my lip, it's okay if the dragon shape becomes smaller."

"I love you forever."

The little dragon came out of its shell at night.

It was Saturday, after dinner, Mr. Long and I curled up in a blanket and watched a movie on the sofa, with the dragon egg lying between us.

From time to time, the two of us will reach out and touch the smooth shell of the dragon egg. This is a habit that we have only recently developed, and it can probably be regarded as a simple parent-child interaction.

Maybe it was because I drank too many drinks, halfway through the movie I couldn't hold back and wanted to go to the toilet.Unexpectedly, when I was putting on my shoes, I was accidentally tripped by a falling blanket. I reached out to help in a panic, and by coincidence, I pushed the dragon egg off the sofa.

The white and round dragon egg bone rolled down the sofa, and made a crisp "pop" when it hit the floor.

At that moment, I felt that my heartbeat was about to stop, so I rushed over and hugged the dragon egg, looked it up and down carefully, and after making sure that I didn't see any cracks, I was a little relieved.

Seeing this, Mr. Long patted me on the back and comforted me, "It's all right, the eggshell of a dragon is very strong, it's not that easy..."

Before he could finish his sentence, the top of the dragon egg suddenly "clicked" a few times, and then slowly cracked a seam along the length of the knuckle.

Mr. Long and I held our breath at the same time, staring at the crack with our four eyes unblinking. After a few seconds, or maybe a few minutes, a small black paw "poofed" and flew a piece of it. The eggshell came out of the egg tremblingly.

Immediately after it came out a small head that was also lacquered in black. There were two small bumps on the top of the head. Looking down, there were two small round, watery, shiny eyes.

He tilted his head, shook his little paw, and spat a round bubble of saliva at us.

Whoops whoops I got hit!

This must be the cutest dragon cub in the world!

Dad loves you! ! !

Fortunately, the baby milk powder was prepared at home early in the morning. I soaked the milk powder according to the video tutorial, tested the temperature on the back of my hand, and then sent the bottle to my baby son's mouth.

Xiaolong gulped down the milk, and tried very hard to hold the bottle with his little paws, so cute.

I held my cheeks and watched with gusto, discussing with Mr. Long, "Let's choose a name for our son, we can't keep calling him Xiaolong Xiaolong."

"You can choose a nickname first." Mr. Long touched the bump on the top of Xiaolong's head, thought for a while and said, "The whole body is black, so let's call him Xiaohei."

"Shut up if you don't know how to take it," I couldn't help but rolled my eyes, "It's terrible to be uneducated."

"It's said that a humble name is easy to make a living, so why are you uneducated," Mr. Long asked me, "Then what do you call it?"

"Since black is mentioned, why not call it Momo? Very bookish," I pinched Xiaolong's not-so-hard paws, and asked him in a soft voice, "Baby, what do you think?"

Xiaolong didn't understand, so he just grabbed my finger, hummed twice, and hiccupped lightly.

Perhaps due to the influence of the dragon's bloodline, Mo Mo could eat complementary food in less than two months.He likes fresh shrimp custard the most. Every time he makes a small bowl, he can eat it with his head buried in the bowl.

He sleeps most of the day, eats when he wakes up, and runs around the room when he is full.

Mr. Long and I are forced to play hide-and-seek with our son every day. He may be in a drawer in the study, under the pillow in the bedroom, behind a potted plant on the balcony, or suddenly come out of Mr. Long’s sweater hat .

Once he even hid in the trash can in the kitchen. When I brought him out, I couldn’t laugh or cry. I pointed to the trash can and said to him, “This is where you were born, do you miss it?”

He tilted his head, humming and arching into my arms, rubbing against my chest, this is his usual way to please people.

Occasionally, Mr. Long would turn into a dragon to play with his son when he was interested.Two black dragons, one big and one small, are entangled in a ball, or chasing each other crazily in the house, like two naughty little black dogs.

This scene looks very loving, but it is actually quite dangerous.Once they accidentally broke the large glass I put on the coffee table, and the fruit milkshake in it was scattered everywhere, and Momo scratched his paw by the glass shards.

I got very angry about this, and after dressing the wound, I put the father and son in confinement, and they were released only at dinner.

Mr. Long changed back to his human form, hugged me from behind while I was serving my meal, and apologized softly while rubbing my neck tiredly.Momo, on the other hand, still looks like a little black dragon, crawling along my trouser legs to my shoulders, gently arching my chin with the small bump on the top of his head, and making a flattering jijigugu sound from his mouth.

I wanted to laugh a little bit, but I still put on a straight face and said, "Do you know what's wrong? Just this time, don't make an example, do you understand?"

One big and one small nodded wildly.

Bedtime story time is usually when Momo is at his best.

He doesn't like fairy tales, but likes to listen to various popular science stories.Mr. Long told him about the animal world, the adventures under the sea, and the exploration of the universe. He was fascinated by it. When Mr. Long stopped to drink water when his mouth was dry, he would raise his paw and pat the pillow in dissatisfaction.

Fortunately, children's energy is limited after all, so they get sleepy after listening to it.Whenever his round eyes narrowed and small drops of water gushed out of his eye sockets due to yawning, Mr. Long would put down the book and carry him back to the small bed to sleep.

I helped him tidy up the pillow, and then covered him with the quilt. Momo subconsciously grabbed my fingers and rubbed his head on the back of my hand in a daze.

I kissed his face and said softly, "Good night son, have a good dream."

One night, after coaxing my son back to sleep as usual, Mr. Long suddenly rushed over viciously and pressed me on the bed.

I was startled, and was about to ask him what's wrong, when he bowed his head to my chest and muttered angrily, "I think you love him so much...you don't kiss him every day before going to bed. kiss Me."

"It's not fair."

"What?" I didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and rubbed the back of his head indiscriminately, "Are you a kid? Huh?"

"I don't care," Mr. Long raised his head, and took a gentle bite on my chin, "kiss me quickly."

He said to ask me to kiss him, but he has already kissed him hastily, so I can only kiss back cooperatively, and then put my arms around his broad shoulders.

After that, it was naturally out of control.

After a lot of tossing, it was early morning, I was tired and sleepy, and when I was lying in Mr. Long’s arms and drowsy, I suddenly heard him say:

"By the way dear, I just remembered that the gestational sac in your stomach can be used repeatedly!"

groove! ! ! !

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The author says:

A very, very sudden episode hehehe!

Let's see which friend who is destined to discover it first hehehe!