Sun Xiaojing buried her head in his arms, her hands clasped tighter, "It's okay, I just miss you, I think about it every day, I dream that I can see you standing next to me when I open my eyes!"

Yang Ling felt as if his heart was being pinched hard, he reached out and touched her cheek, smiled a little distressedly and said, "Aren't I here?" It's exactly the same as you dreamed, but the ending is diǎner, next time...... You're going to have to change the ending a little bit!"

"Puff~"

Sun Xiaojing couldn't help but smile, gave him a pretty look, and then ...... It twisted his waist.

"Hiss~" Yang Ling couldn't help but take a big breath, depressed and really couldn't find a reason to explain this special hobby of women, what did he mean by pulling his waist, do you like it? However, the person you like must be very painful.

Yang Ling gently stroked her hair, her hands unconsciously slipped down, and she felt two plump plumps, and couldn't help but gently rub them a few times.

"Hmm~~"

Sun Xiaojing suddenly felt sore, and her eyes opened her mouth in a blur and let out a soft moan.

"Let's go, let's go eat first, your stomach has been barking when you just slept!"

Yang Ling didn't dare to touch it anymore, let go of his hand and pinched her little nose, his own woman can eat at any time, but at the moment comforting her to eat is the first element, but you can't make your own woman hungry.

Sun Xiaojing slowly straightened up, sitting on his lap with a full and soft **, her delicate and fair face slowly flushed with peach blossoms, and the corners of her eyebrows were full of spring, delicate and gorgeous.

The gentleness from the thighs also made Yang Ling couldn't help but be careful and his liver trembled for a while, and the second brother involuntarily slowly cocked up, touching the softness of the **.

"Xiao ...... Xiaojing, let's go ...... Let's go eat!" he said, with a dry mouth.

"Well, but, I want to eat you first......"

Sun Xiao muttered and reached out to stroke his chest, and then gently pushed, Yang Ling involuntarily lay down, she thought about it, the person she thought about it appeared unprepared, that kind of tenderness, that kind of emotion, made her feel that the person in front of her was so unreal, as if it was an illusion.

"Xiaojing, you are so beautiful!" Yang Ling felt her spring love slowly erecting, ±dǐng±diǎn± Xiao ± said, .≈.o∨s_(); Looking at her soft figure in a painting, he couldn't help but hug her waist and hips, the nightdress was lifted, and the smoothness and delicacy of the tentacles made him unable to hold it anymore.

"Hmm~~" Sun Xiaojing closed her eyes and enjoyed the caress of a pair of big hands, gently groped to unbutton his clothes, and then slowly leaned down.

The long-term longing, at the moment of that kiss, turned into a surging spring tide.

……

In June, the lotus blossoms bloom together, the shade of the trees shines on the water and the breeze comes, the rain falls on the windowsill and the light roller blinds, and the new plum has no guesses.

After a few ups and downs, the tenderness is still the same.

Yang Ling stroked the woman lying in his arms, his body was so comfortable that he couldn't speak, this voyeurism finally got what he wanted, but in the bottom of his heart, he felt even more guilty.

"Xiaojing, why are you so good to me?" he couldn't help but ask a question.

"Hehe, you want to know!" Sun Xiaojing stretched out her hand to draw circles on his chest, and glanced at him with silky eyes, "However, I won't sue you!"

Yang Ling couldn't help but retaliate against her a few times, a pair of hands and paws rubbed all over her body, only touching her panting, her whole body was sore, and finally she had to beg for mercy.

"Xiaojing, the air in the imperial capital is too bad, you can go back to Chang'an with me!" Yang Ling stopped and gently touched her delicate cheek and said.

"Are you trying to support me?" Sun Xiaojing got up with a bone, the messy nightdress couldn't cover her delicate figure at all, and Yang Ling, who was looking at it, couldn't help but slowly emerge a trace of flames.

"Do you think so?" Yang Ling looked at her with a smile.

"I ......" Sun Xiaojing looked at his eyes carefully, and then her eyebrows showed a hint of playfulness, "I'm used to life in the imperial capital, so it's good, you can come and see me when you have time, I'm very satisfied!"

Yang Ling couldn't say a word anymore, so he could only hug her tightly in his arms, but his heart was like a needle prick, Sun Xiaojing also hugged him, and the two hugged each other silently for a long time.

"By the way, Xiaojing, I have a few things for you!" Yang Ling said and grabbed it lightly in the air, and a porcelain cylinder about two feet long appeared in his hand.

"What is this?" Sun Xiaojing let go of her arm in surprise and took the porcelain cylinder.

"A few paintings, you can just open them and look at them, but be careful, they are all about to rot!" Yang Ling said as he opened the lid of the porcelain cylinder, revealing several scrolls and a roll of shredded paper.

Sun Xiaojing looked at Yang Ling's very cautious appearance, and also carefully and slowly pulled out the shredded pieces of paper first, and spread them out on the bed one by one.

"Ah~!Isn't this Huang Gongwang's landscape painting?" Sun Xiaojing looked at a few pieces of shredded paper side by side, and suddenly exclaimed, pointing to the seal on one of them.

"Yes, this is what I got from an old Taoist priest in Chang'an Baxian Nunnery, I don't know how many hundred years have it been in the basement, and there is a volume of Fang Congyi's paintings in it, and I haven't opened the rest yet, it should also be the handwriting of some famous artists!" Yang Ling explained slightly.

"Huang Gongwang is the head of the four famous masters of the Yuan Dynasty, and there are very few hand-me-down works, but it's a pity that it was broken into this way. Sun Xiaojing was completely attracted by the painting at this time, and looked at the paper on the bed with great regret. After a while, he suddenly stared at Yang Ling, "You did it!"

Yang Ling had no choice but to touch his nose and embarrassed diǎndiǎn head.

Sun Xiaojing couldn't help but smile and stretched out her finger and poked his forehead fiercely, "You! It's just a tyrannical thing, a good heirloom, the national treasure was broken like this by you, how can I say that you are good?"

Yang Ling said with a wry smile: "If I hadn't found out, these paintings would have been put for dozens of hundreds of years, and the fragments would be gone, if this old man knew, he should thank me!"

"You will quibble~!" Sun Xiaojing rolled her pretty eyes at him, and then lay on the bed, pouting **** and putting together the pieces one by one according to the broken traces.

At this time, Yang Ling didn't mean to look at the painting, but stared straight at her chest, her nightdress hung down, and she just saw a pair of white and tender white rabbits swaying gently with her body, two cherries looming, and the second brother was also stimulated, and involuntarily slowly stood up.

"It's okay, it's okay, you're not so stupid that it's incorrigible, the fragments are still together!" Sun Xiaojing raised her head, just saw Yang Ling looking like a pig brother, and suddenly twisted his waist angrily and funny, "You~! )