But to be honest, two beautiful girls with two dimensional styles gather together really make people's heart beat faster.

Tang Song replied carefully, "They are all cute, Xiaojing is sweeter. But how did you know Xu Qing?"

"Buzzing--"

The screen of the phone quickly lit up, and Xiaojing quickly sent a new message.

[Xiaojing: "I am a good at making a decision and took the initiative to contact Sister Qingqing, Brother Tang Song, you won't be angry, right?"]

Seeing such a well-behaved girlfriend, Tang Song instantly breathed a sigh of relief, but fortunately Xiaojing was not here).

Just as I was about to say love words to comfort me.

"Shake alas~~" The video call invitation jumped out.

Connect the video.

A sweet and beautiful face appeared on the screen.

Xiaojing wore a pair of ponytails and a customized version of JK uniform. She looked full of youth and full of energy. "Good evening, Xiaojing." Tang Song raised the corner of his mouth and shouted gently.

"Good evening, Brother Tang Song." Xiaojing blushed and shouted, "I'm sorry about Qingqing. I didn't think too much about it at that time---I'm willing to accept the punishment."

Immediately afterwards, the picture began to move, the camera slowly pulled away from her face, and Xiaojing, wearing a JK uniform, appeared completely on the screen.

She sat in the center of the round bed, her skirt folded casually, revealing her fair and vigorous thighs and her vigorous buttocks.

Tang Song took a deep breath, and his eyes instantly became extremely hot.

"Ahem, who asked you to sit!"

"Ah! Private Marseille!" Xiao Jing quickly knelt down.

The night is getting darker.

"Rumbling 11" Sometime ago, the sky was covered with dark clouds that had fallen.

Tang and Song closed the room with a unique atmosphere. Put down their phone, close their eyes, and breathing gradually stabilized.

Hazy, half asleep and half awake, his consciousness fell into a vague transitional zone.

The "" sound of autumn wind blowing the windows vaguely came from my ears, mixed with the fine rhythm of raindrops hitting the glass.

This sound is sometimes far and sometimes close, like some kind of murmur.

After a moment.

A curled figure slowly emerged in his vague consciousness.

The figure gradually became clearer.

She held her knees, buried her head, and hugged in the corner of the bedside.

Sichang noticed the existence of Tang and Song, and she slowly raised her head.

A childish face came into view, and there was a deep lonely and defensive look in his eyes.

At the same time, his chest felt hot, and it seemed that a tender bud quietly woke up, illuminating the dark room.

As soft and bright as the dawn light begins to appear.

"Qiuqiu?" Tang and Song dysfunction captured the name and blurted out.
Chapter completed!