"Of course!" Yu Qiqi nodded hard.

She took a look at the watch on the bedside table and lay on Xi Muhan's side again. "It's still early. We can have a very deep and Harmonious Soul discussion."

Yu Qiqi's whole life sent out a kind of signal of asking for love.

Xi Muhan looked at the little girl beside him with a headache. He didn't quite understand how to do it again.

"Seven seven, you are still young."

Yu Qiqi blinked his big clear eyes and looked at Xi Muhan with a calm little face.

"I'm not young. Girls in ancient times were mothers of two children at my age, but I didn't even send them out for the first time. It's a shame to say that."

Yu Qiqi sighed.

The main reason is that brother Han is too gentlemanly and difficult to tease.

Ruan Xiangyu has no impulse in her arms. What else can she do?

Xi Mu laughed coldly, "you mean ancient times, we are modern times, the customs of each era are different, can't be compared."

Yu Qiqi put his hand around Xi Muhan's neck, wrapped his legs around him, hung upside down on him like a monkey, puckered his little mouth and argued, "why can't they be compared? Isn't there a lot of news about teenage girls marrying and having children on Weibo? "

With his soft little body close to him, Xi Muhan's brain exploded in an instant, and his whole body's blood rushed to one place

Xi Muhan's muscles were tight and his eyes were deep. He restrained himself and coaxed the little girl with a hoarse voice. "Darling, you're still a little small. Don't make any noise. Go down from brother Han."

"No." Yu Qiqi didn't find Xi Muhan's abnormality. She tightened her arm, tightly wrapped Xi Muhan's neck, and put her chin in his shoulder socket. She said discontentedly, "brother Han, I'm only a few months younger than you, and in more than a month, I'll be an adult. Don't always think of me as a child."

"Before you were a teenager, you were always a little girl in my eyes."

Not a little woman.

He gave the little girl a little more time to enjoy the little girl's fun.

The color of Xi Muhan's pupil is more and more deep. Unfortunately, Yu Qiqi can't see it.

Yu Qiqi was silent for a moment.

Xi Muhan saw that the little girl didn't speak and thought she wanted to understand.

He breathed a sigh of relief and was about to take off her arm when Yu Qiqi's rather depressed voice suddenly rang out in the room.

"Brother Han, we've been sleeping together for such a long time. Don't you have any impulse to sleep?"

Xi Muhan's body suddenly froze.

No impulse?

Oh!

Xi Muhan pulled his lips with self mockery.

No impulse?

How could it not?

He had this impulse for a long time, so long ago that he could not remember when it was.

He was just a man who restrained himself and didn't want to scare her.

The little girl never knew that every night after she fell asleep, he went to the bathroom to take a cold shower.

However, this question, Xi Muhan does not want to answer the little girl.

His voice cooled. "Go down."

Without hearing Xi Muhan's answer, Yu Qiqi was even more depressed. She clasped Xi Muhan's neck and asked in a sweet voice,

"Brother Han, as a man, do you have no need? Don't you feel like you're in a hurry? Are you a normal man? "

Speaking of the back, Yu Qiqi's voice was crying.