江苏淮踮着脚尖在女儿的房间外徘徊一阵子,仍不死心,在老婆苦苦的逼视下,终于回到自己的巢内,一脸的怨愤。“你干吗不敲门?你敲啊。”乔红端着新泡的柠檬茶,将大腿往丈夫的膝盖上蹭了蹭,手也偎过去,见他喝下两口,才轻轻地动作起来。她的渴望也是轻轻的,像不着风的鸭绒,不着痕迹,可一旦刮住了,它就不走。“想啦?”江苏淮放下瓷杯说。有点色相。她喜欢的颜色往往比这要深一点儿。若她是粉红,他便是紫,她是灰,他便是黑。她讨厌黑白分 Jiangsu Huaiji tiptoe hovering outside her daughter’s room for a while, still do not give up, under the hard eyes of his wife, and finally returned to his nest, a look of resentment. “Why do not you knock on the door? You knock ah. ” Qiao red holding a bubble of lemon tea, the thigh rubbed her husband’s knees, hands snuggle in, see him drink two, only gently move up . Her desire is also light, like the wind of duck down, without a trace, but once scraped, it does not go. “Want??” Jiangsu Huai put down porcelain cup said. A bit hue Her favorite color is often a little deeper than this. If she is pink, he is purple, she is gray, he is black. She hates black and white