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the next morning.

The sun was just rising, and the light gray curtains were slightly fluttered by the breeze, and I don't know who it was.

A certain little fat bird fluttered its wings and landed awkwardly on the balcony outside the guest room. With its short legs bent, it sat down on the barrage with a "duang~", and a round shadow was reflected by the refreshing sunlight. .

like a ball.

Another little fat bird that was looking for a friend to play with also came, bouncing restlessly, the shadow flickered with the jump of this little fat bird, and the changing light and shadow awakened the sleeping little Furong in the room.

Scratching the itchy spot on her forehead that was pricked by the broken bangs, little Furong slowly opened her sleepy eyes, and found herself lying on the patriarch's chest.

Little Furong's heart skipped a beat: (?o?3??)? Ah, it's my brother.

The weather is getting ready for autumn, and in the middle of the night last night, the frail little Furong woke up directly from the cold, his mind was in a daze, and his desire to survive the cold made him desperately lean against something warm by his side.

So, in a half-dream and half-awake state, the patriarch with his warm body became the stove he wanted to cling to...

Just stuck it overnight.Tightly, like two pieces of double-sided tape stuck together.

The morning sun is good.It is suitable for lovers to lean on each other and bathe in love in the shallow light.

The patriarch's thick and warm chest rose and fell regularly, and his shallow breath came out of his nasal cavity, spraying it on Little Furong's face as if nothing, and the elk-like male hormones were fully swayed.

This time Little Furong woke up completely: ?(????ω????)?.Yahah!so shy!

At this moment, he is holding the man's narrow waist with one arm, placing one hand on the man's flat abdomen, and one foot hooking the man's sky-defying long leg. The whole thing is a koala hanging on the patriarch's body .

Tsk, horny *porn.

Like a thief, Little Furong raised her head very lightly, quietly peeping at his sweetheart——

The facial features are as handsome as sculptures, with a few messy little stubbles on his chin.The patriarch with his eyes closed is like a sleeping lion, with an unruly and majestic aura.

Little Hibiscus: ?ε? Wow~

He was elated and exploded the sky full of fireworks.Little Furong is 25 years old, but she is like a young man in love, with admiration overflowing from her uncontrollable smile.

The heartbeat is "thumping, booming", so loud, will my brother hear it?

Little Furong: (╭￣3￣)╭? I really want to kiss my brother!

Oops, if you press your brother like this, will it be hard for him to breathe?But my brother really hugs me well...

Little Furong was afraid that the patriarch would not be able to breathe well, so she just wanted to move her head away from his chest, when her gaze went straight down, projecting straight to the obviously arched "small hill" in front of her.

Patriarch's "Little Hill".

Not a hill, it's Mount Everest.The altitude is eight thousand.Highly frightening.

That place in Nangal is so... towering and majestic.Well, it is a beautiful landscape.

Little Furong's eyes widened: ...Σ(⊙□⊙"a!! Mommy?!

Although everyone was a man, it was the first time he saw another man...Chen Bo.Immediately blushed with embarrassment.

See no evil, see no evil.Little Furong looked away reflexively, and quickly bounced away from the patriarch's body, only then did she feel that she also had a morning erection.

Yeah.

Looking back and forth between herself and the "mountain region" of the patriarch, the male's instinct and self-esteem in this aspect made Xiao Furong subconsciously compare her size with that of the other party.

No better than not knowing, one is scared.

The model is the same, but the specifications are too far apart, right? !

Little Hibiscus: ∑(っ°Д°;) っunbelievable!

The little witch is the big witch.The chicks see the eagle.See the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau in the Sichuan Basin.

People are better than people, than dead people.

Ashamed of myself.Feel ashamed.Little Furong, who has low self-esteem because of the size problem, is heartbroken. Is this called dysplasia?

What did my brother eat to grow so big?

Little Hibiscus: ε(┬┬_┬┬) 3 inferiority complex.

Glancing at the alarm clock next to him, it was only after six o'clock, so he wobbled his head and fell back on the bed again, crawling into the patriarch's arms and continuing to sleep soundly.

Little Hibiscus: ￣△￣ZZZzzzz...

More than an hour later, it was the patriarch's turn to be woken up by chirping birds outside.

Patriarch OS: Damn it, it's so noisy.

The man whose dream had been disturbed opened his eyes irritably, and saw Little Furong who was sleeping soundly next to him.

My mood improved miraculously.

The warm and soft boy was in a dream, and his whole body was nestled into a small ball, clinging to him tightly, like a piece of sticky glutinous rice.

The patriarch has become: >▽<I want to put glutinous rice cakes in my mouth!

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Little Furong: low self-esteem (crying silently for the size...