Chapter 1287

"Then let him like you, isn't it?"

"OK? I don't know..." I bowed my head and began to break my fingers. It was very tangled.

"Look at me, what do you think of me?" The Young Marshal picked up her chin and asked her to shift her attention from her fingers to her face.

Xiaobai looked at him in confusion: "what, how are you?"

"Who is better than me?"

Xiaobai looked at him for a few seconds, and then hummed angrily, "of course, Young Marshal is the best. You can't compare with Young Marshal!"

"Ha ha." The Young Marshal chuckled, "it's impossible. Someone must be better than him."

"You're talking nonsense!" Xiaobai sat up straight and stared at him angrily: "Young Marshal is the best. No one can match him! No one!"

"Originally, he is so excellent in your mind." Touching his chin, the Young Marshal smiled coyly.

The heart is completely pleased.

This is the first time I think Xiaobai is cute when he is drunk.

"Of course!" Xiaobai proudly holds her head high. It seems that she is proud of the aura and glory of the young commander.

"He's so nice. Why don't you like him?" The Young Marshal sat up, put her in his arms, put his chin on her shoulder, and kissed her delicate neck and sexy clavicle from time to time.

Xiaobai sobbed twice. After the protest of hem and haw was invalid, he leaned in his arms and let him eat all the tofu, break his fingers and play one by one. His voice was also small. It seemed to say to himself: "I don't like him..."

"Oh?" Thin lips sucked a bright red mark on her neck, "that's like him?"

"... well." The head focused a few times.

"How do you like it?"

Xiaobai scratched his head and said, "... I like it very much. I like it very much."

"That's good." He pulled her head and kissed her heavily on her lips: "Young Marshal, let me tell you that he also likes you very much, and he won't give up liking you."

"... well." Xiaobai is distressed again.

"Yes." The Young Marshal covered the soft cotton on her chest with one hand, "don't worry about him."

Xiaobai flattened his mouth, grabbed his hand and threw it away. The Young Marshal covered it again, and Xiaobai threw it away again.

Finally, Xiaobai was annoyed. He turned over, pushed him down, sat himself on his lower abdomen, put his hands on his chest, and said, "don't bully me, Young Marshal will beat you."

The little head was pretty and held high, like a spoiled and spoiled little woman.

The Young Marshal put his hands behind his head and looked at her: "Xiaobai, take a closer look at who I am."

Xiaobai lowered his head, lay down on him and looked at him carefully. The soft cotton in front of his chest was also close to his chest. The man's breathing began to be heavy again, and congestion and recovery began somewhere

"You are really handsome..." her finger poked his handsome face, and she concluded.

"Do you want to do something to me? Anything."

Xiaobai stared at his sexy thin lips with fascination. He swallowed his saliva and his eyes were straight: "then... Can you kiss, kiss?"

"Yes." The Young Marshal's eyes are smiling and her thin lips are slightly open, which is convenient for her.

Xiaobai, who got the permission, was eager to try and jumped with joy. He held his face and lowered his head to kiss the thin lips that had been daydreaming for a long time.

His tongue rolled up her tongue, and Xiaobai said, "don't move, I'll come, I'll come myself..."