Baby, Dear

Pre-receipt of the article "The Mark of the Idol", please adopt it. The following is a summary of this article. Content introduction: This article tells the story of (breathe in)... A happy heroine who traveled to the Republic of China and tried her best to overpower the domineering male protagonist, but was suppressed day and night. She transformed into Cupid and helped the little white rabbit in the Republic of China sleep with her natal idol. From then on, they lived a happy and shameless life together... (Dead) Central idea: sweet. Lei Meng Point: A light soul wears a sweet pet article. An old man and a young wife have a small upbringing, but there is a big age difference. The copywriting is incompetent and the small theater is updated from time to time. Small Theater 1 Father Yao: "Son, my father has arranged a baby marriage for you. You are a little young..." Yao Zhou: "How much younger?" Father Yao: "You'll know it just by looking at it." After a while, the "little bun" sucked his fingers and was taken out by the wet nurse... Yao Zhou: "... You are planning a marriage for me and 'Baby'." Small Theater 2 Little Baozi: "Are you leaving? We just met." Man: "..." Little Baozi: "Why don't you walk slower to show off your long legs? My legs are also very long. Even though I'm not tall, I have good proportions." "Ah!" His feet slipped and he fell into the man's arms. Perfect! The man shook the girl in his hand and said, "The skin is thicker than the city wall." Baozi puffed up his face, "Is that so? Is this considered thick?" The man smiled: "When did you become so naughty?" Well, when a corpse is brought back to life... Small Theater 3 "Can you give me a pat?" Bao Zhi secretly asked. Yao Zhou, "..." His big hand patted her shoulders again and again. "Can you sing a lullaby?" Bao Zhi was pushing the envelope. Yao Zhou's slap stayed in the air for a second. When it fell again, Bao Zhi made a sound and did not dare to make any further demands. There was another moment of silence. "Brother Yaozhou..." "Are you going to sleep or not?" Yao Zhou's voice was a little lower and a little oppressive. "Sleep~" Bao Zhi shrank into the quilt and whispered, "I just want to hear you call me little girl. My mother always calls me that." Yao Zhou's slap stayed in the air for another second, and when it fell, it changed from a gentle pat to a gentle caress, "Go to sleep, little girl." Brainless pampering, overbearing writing style, and a noob heroine, please be careful of those who make mistakes. The background of the Republic of China, fictional characters, not about history, only about romance. There is no separation between life and death, only sweet love. It is updated around nine o'clock (21 o'clock) every night, so please try it. 1V1 micro-cultivating cookies, giving out sweets, I'm serious! Putting an end to glass starts with me. —————————————————————— The sister chapter of "Baby, Dear", "The Bold Folk Girl" is now available for pre-order. Please click on the author's column to collect it. Copywriting: Bao Zhi was forced to use his corpse to resurrect his soul, and his new body was so weak that he easily fainted. The goddess Cui Jinhua said that she was destined to only have 17 years of life, and even if she came back to life, she would not live long. Bao Zhi was prepared to die at any time until she met him... "Can I smell you?" Bao Zhi tugged on the man's sleeve, inhaling his scent like an addict. Zhong Kui raised his eyebrows, the bold folk girl sucked the essence and breath into the ghost king! "Is it delicious?" Zhong Kui picked up Bao Zhi and shook her "ill-fitting" body. Bao Zhi's soul was shaken and he fainted. "Trouble." Zhong Kui hugged the limp little woman into his arms, "I am in a good mood today, and I will give you a big meal." After a long, long time, Bao Zhi limped towards the door holding his clothes. "Stop." Zhong Kui raised his arms, and the thin quilt slid down his waist. His broad chest and broad back were covered with scratches, "A bold folk girl, dare to eat the King's meal?" Bao Zhi's whole body ached, and he wanted to cry but had no tears. "Mr. Zhong, who among us will eat whom?" Feeding King Zhong Kui A companion piece to "Baby, Kiss", I'm serious about giving out sweets. Conception: