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Chang Lin looked at Yang Lan seriously and said, "When you watch the fun, you have to stay by my side and you can't go anywhere. You have to put on another makeup."

Yang Lan thought it was something, but it turned out to be this small request. There was no room for agreement at the moment.

Early in the morning, Sun Jian was sent over. Yang Lan was also waiting for today, so the sky was a little brighter and she couldn't sleep. She got up and walked quietly to the small bed where Chang Lin was sleeping.

Sitting on the chair beside the bed, looking at Chang Lin's sleeping handsome face. Yang Lan held her cheek with her hands and looked at him with her head tilted.

Just looking at him like this, Yang Lan's heart felt a sense of indescribable tenderness. She couldn't help but reach out and wandered on his face, from her eyebrows to her eyes to her nose.

"Lin Tang is so handsome, almost the same as Brother Sizhu." Looking at Chang Lin's beautiful face, Yang Lan said to herself. She didn't notice that when she said this, Chang Lin put his left hand beside her body and moved it.

The sky was very dark and it didn't look very clear. Yang Lan moved the chair forward and leaned against Chang Lin's bed so that she could appreciate his sleeping appearance more conveniently.

"Strange, why do I always feel panicked when I see you?" Yang Lan said to herself. She and Chang Lin were preparing to have a feud that day, but after Yang Lan found that her true face had been seen through by Chang Lin, she had a head and a snake. The long-awaited idea of ​​a feud that had been killed by the chicken head and bleeding was greatly discounted. In the end, she quickly accepted a brother and got it done.

But when this brother recognized her, why did she always feel itchy in her heart? This feeling really can't be said to be. For Yang Lan, her world has always been one or two. This joy and tension that cannot be said to be entangled in her heart made her feel a crisis that she had never experienced before.

Sighing, Yang Lan's little hand stopped on Chang Lin's thin lips.

The little hand wandered on his lips, Yang Lan's eyes turned around, and suddenly leaned over her head and kissed his lips. After kissing, she quickly made the start, looked at him for a while, leaned over her lips, stretched out her small tongue and licked it!

After licking, Yang Lan smiled and said to herself: "It's not delicious, it's not as delicious as the chicken."

As soon as she said this, Chang Lin's left hand, which was placed beside her body, trembled violently again. However, the amplitude was very small and did not attract Yang Lan's attention.

Although it was not delicious, Yang Lan felt that the feeling of sneakiness really made her excited.

Therefore, she held Chang Lin's face and looked at it carefully. With a "bar" sound, she kissed him on the eyebrows, left a small saliva mark, and then turned to the other side.

For a moment, the sound of "kow" was endless. After Yang Lan put a dozen saliva marks on Chang Lin's face, the princess smiled proudly. After laughing, she ran to the table beside her, touched it for a while, and found a cosmetic box that Chang Lin gave her.

The box was quite exquisitely made, although Yang Lan had never used the things inside. Yang Lan took out the box, and she applied rouge on her lips in a bronze mirror. Then she happily ran to Chang Lin, looked at him carefully for a while, and murmured, "Where can he not notice it for a while, and can others see it?"

She thought for a while, then suddenly smiled and looked at the back of Chang Lin's ear. With a "trumpet", she printed a bright red lipstick mark there, and then laughed happily.

She was afraid that Chang Lin would wake up, so she kept holding back her smile.

After kissing, Yang Lan looked around proudly and murmured: "Hehe, now it's time. If his wife sees this lipstick mark, she must quarrel with him."

For some reason, after saying this, she felt an inexplicable unhappiness. So when she kissed Chang Lin’s collarbone again and left a lipstick mark, the sour and uncomfortable feeling finally disappeared.

After kissing, Yang Lan took out the rouge. She thought for a while and turned around in the same place: "Do you want to draw a kitten on his face? No, you can't draw it. Once I draw it, he will find that my lipstick marks are marked, so it won't be fun."

After thinking it through, Yang Lan happily put the rouge box back. She turned around and Chang Lin let out a sigh of relief, but her eyes were still tightly closed.

After a while, Yang Lan appeared in front of him again. She put her little face in front of his face, yawned a little, and murmured: "I'm a little sleepy."

He stretched out his little face and rubbed his quilt, and Yang Lan yawned again. Finally, she couldn't help but reach out and rub her eyes. She sat on the chair and fell on Chang Lin's chest and fell asleep.

Chang Lin felt that she had not moved for a long time, so he opened his eyes. Yang Lan's red and plain face was tightly closed, and her long eyelashes were swelling. Her little nose was breathing gently, and the unique fragrance kept impacting her excited body.

He smiled bitterly and thought to himself: Do you really mean sleeping and sleeping?

He moved slightly, trying to carry Yang Lan to the bed. Suddenly, Yang Lan moved and pouted and said, "No, I want to watch the fun!"

After saying this, she really opened her eyes wide. When she met Chang Lin for a moment, she said happily: "Are you awake?" After that, she stood up.

Chang Lin also got up from the bed with a huh. While washing, he looked at Yang Lan standing next to him happily staring at him.

Whenever the towel in his hand was about to reach his ear, Yang Lan would scream: "Oh, Lin Tang, my hand was stabbed."

Chang Lin knew her intentions and cooperated with her to pick up her little hand to find the non-existent thorn. After searching for the thorn, Yang Lan still stared at him nervously, waiting for his towel to go behind his ears or under the collar, and she would scream and scream.

Therefore, after being disturbed by Yang Lan, it took Chang Lin more than half an hour to wash up. It was not until he finally put down the towel that Yang Lan breathed a sigh of relief. Then her eyes narrowed into a line of joy.
Chapter completed!