Whenever Zheng Qiuge looked at Baby Mi in his arms, he couldn't help but feel happy. Zheng Qiuge tightened his arms and put his chin in the crook of Baby Mi's neck. His breath brushed against Baby Mi's face, making Baby Mi smile.
"What's wrong?" Mi Baobao looked at Zheng Qiuge on his shoulder and couldn't help but sigh. Although it was not the first time for him to have close contact, Mi Baobao couldn't help but feel shy whenever Zheng Qiuge was intimate with him.
"No, I just think it's really good."
"That's great? What's so good about?"
"It's great to be able to hold you like this now. I, Zheng Qiuge, can have a relative like you in my life, even death is enough."
"Bah, bah, bah, what are you talking about? Shut up." When Mi Baobao heard her husband say these words, she sat up sensitively and put her fingers on Zheng Qiuge's thin lips.
"Okay, don't talk nonsense, Bo." Zheng Qiuge put his hand on Mi Baobao's waist, and with a push, Mi Baobao was only a nose away from Zheng Qiuge's face. Zheng Qiuge kissed the side of Mi Baobao's face and looked at the cooked face of Mi Baobao in front of him in a funny way.
Evilly, he pushed Baby Mi aside and kissed him again on his red lips. Then, Baby Mi felt something slippery enter his mouth. He was already familiar with Zheng Qiuge's body, so of course he knew what it was.
"Well, what are you going to do?"
"Of course it's time to do what we should do, haha." Zheng Qiuge then pulled down the light chain.
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