"Can I carry you home?"

"En"
She nodded severely, and I hugged her and gave her a princess hug. She hugged my neck and face and buried my chest. Maybe she was older. I can marry her and doubt that she will be a good wife, but I don’t know if I am a good husband. These have nothing to do with IQ.
Feeling that Jasmine is so heavy and hugging Xiaolan are two feelings. I think of Xiao Ni, Jasmine loin!
When I finally got to Molly’s house and let her go, I was panting. I was a little unstable. She took out the key door, and I hesitated. It is said that if Molly doesn’t come home so late, her mother will definitely not be home.
"Well, I’ll go back first." I just wanted to turn around and was pulled by Molly. It’s not that easy to escape. It’s true that a woman who just got happiness must want to grasp her hand until they realize that she has firmly grasped it and will let go and set you free.
"I’m afraid" her reason is not high. Maybe I could have refused this lame reason before, but I certainly can’t tonight.
"All right, I’ll accompany you."
When I entered the house, I was a little unaccustomed to being alone, and even worse, I just made sure that my lover Molly might be upside down, even though she was a little shy on this aspect.
"Let’s soak our feet first." The weather is so cold. Jasmine’s feet must be cold outside for a few hours. I’ll get hot water. Jasmine is still blushing on the sofa.
I stretched out my hand to take off her socks, and she shrank back a little awkwardly. I fished again before I took off her socks and felt that her feet were particularly cold.
"Look at you staying out for so long in such cold weather."
She pouted and didn’t talk, as if complaining that I was too late. After I expressed my mind, she seemed to have some hostess mentality.
"One beverage cooled-"
I rubbed her feet. Not many people treated her like this, except my grandmother. Lan didn’t do it a few times. At this time, she heard Molly purring.
Maybe she didn’t eat dinner, of course, she was in a bad mood and certainly didn’t eat much. For example, I didn’t eat anything, but half a bottle of wine was good after all.
"You didn’t have dinner, did you?" When I asked, I realized that it was very likely that she would go there as soon as school was over. When the note was not available, she seemed to have given it to me at that moment, or maybe she would sit all night if I didn’t go.
""she still don’t say stopped even lower.
"I’ll get something to eat."
Well, anyway, I’m a little hungry. I dumped water and got two bowls of noodles. Just deal with it casually. I feel warm after eating.
"Well, I went back very late."
I just finished saying that my sleeve was pulled by her again, and she seemed to feel a little ashamed. Her face was a little red.
"all right"
It’s too late for Molly to take a bath, and the water is rushing inside. I think that Molly’s naked mind is also rippling at the moment, and the milk transmitter is also firm. This is the most original impulse of boys!
How about rushing in? Maybe Molly didn’t lock the door, but!
Why should I be patient? I’m sure that’s what she meant when she left me? Since she has that consciousness, it is reasonable and reasonable for me to follow the trend!
The more I think like this, the more excited I am, and the fierce confrontation between reason and impulse is becoming more and more contradictory.
Shake your head hard. I still think that when so many partners die, I still have such an initiative idea. But shouldn’t I indulge myself just because I’m dying?
You’re a first brother until you die? How sad? Even if you die, you should enjoy the taste of a woman, right Besides, I have been protecting and loving her for so many years, and I have never owed her anything. I am also the most qualified person to take away her purity.
Molly came out wrapped in a bath towel. She looked at me and smiled. I wiped my hair with a towel. I walked over and wanted to hold her and throw her to bed, but after I walked over, I came out again.
"Let me help you blow your hair." I hit the mirror cabinet and took out the hair dryer. While helping Molly blow her hair, I glanced at her chest. Why is this Ni wrapped so tightly? I can’t see it at all. Even if I can’t see it at all, my heart is still pounding and my face is red.
After all, I can’t touch my hands because I’m too hypocritical. I think I must be perfect in Molly’s mind. If I do this, my beautiful image will definitely be lost!
I didn’t take a shower because I didn’t change my laundry. I simply washed my face and hands and feet. It’s better than going to the guest room to sleep. Molly has been sleeping with her mother. There is still a guest room.
Lying in bed, do I feel that I am really him? I want to suppress Molly and launch myself for fifteen years, but I have lost my image. What dispelled this idea?
"Ah-"
Molly woke me up and ran into Molly’s bedroom. She was shivering with a pillow and her forehead was covered with sweat. Did she have a nightmare?
"What’s the matter?"
"I’m I’m afraid"
Finally, I know that Molly’s fear is not illusory. Maybe after the monkey died, she was in a state of mental disorder. When she pulled his braid, she felt like touching it, so she probably reacted with nightmares at night.
Now something has happened to Irene. Perhaps it is a happy thing for awei to dream of Irene, but it is obviously not the case for others. Even if you are close to your friends, the fear of life and death in your dreams still makes people tremble.