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Seeing her cute appearance, Li Qingshan couldn't help but touch her face: "I really can't grow up."

Qiu Haitang felt that his words were like a knife. Although they were very simple and simple, they easily cut off the mess in their hearts.

Only that thought is not known how to deal with. Look at him treating himself as a child, his heart becomes sweeter:

"At least I have many changes. You are obviously not different from that time, but you treat others as a child."

"Yeah?"

Li Qingshan touched his cheeks. With his bloodline of gods and demons, he would not do anything even if he stayed there. His life span was ten thousand years. Just a hundred years of time was nothing. Of course, this face would not grow old.

Of course, Begonia is not talking about his appearance, but about his heart. Human hearts are always changing and growing, and even aging.

In fact, he has experienced much more things than begonia, and all kinds of pictures are like passing clouds:

He was chased by the Dragon King of Mo Hai until his death, and the phoenix was reborn from death;

Wandering and searching in the illusion created by Shen Mengdie, the Illusionary Mirage King;

Be a husband, a father, a master of the world, and a god of the world in the small world;

Crossing the void with billions of miles and joining the stars in the sky;

Anyone who experiences these things may change drastically and at least become more mature.

However, he has never changed. He has never matured or grown old. Instead, a lively and happy ape demon has emerged in his heart, becoming more and more indulgent and willful.

A gentle kiss on her ear and smiled, "Isn't that good? It's better than being kicked up by someone and then changing dramatically. Give up what you love in your heart and go on another path."

"Do you think anyone is as stubborn as you?" Qiu Haitang raised the corners of her lips, her eyes full of admiration.

"Sometimes, the smarter the person is, the more likely he is to be confused. Fortunately, I am not that smart. What is the "love monk"? This great happier Zen is simply an evil demon heretic. Since he is a monk, I will eat vegetarian food and chant Buddha honestly, and think of any woman!"

"Don't look down on others. Prince Cangyang is known as the "Seventh-generation Love Monk" and is the dream lover of countless Leizhou girls! Not only is he infatuated with me, but he can also write poems. I don't know how good it is. Alas, it's a pity that we met too late, but we just met a demon."

Begonia grasped the tone and lifted the hair on her left shoulder behind. The last sigh was full of regret.

Li Qingshan raised his eyebrows: "Writing a poem?"

"Yes, I keep them all, there are thick stacks!" Begonia indeed took out a stack of poems from the ring of Sumeru. She said with a playful look: "Do you want me to read it to you, so that you can have a long experience and learn what true love is."

"Okay!" Li Qingshan licked his lips. His breath was already a little dangerous.

But the begonia ignored it and continued to tease the tiger's beard. She cleared her throat and read it in a delicate voice. It was indeed a love poem by the love monk. Its words were clear, rhythm was elegant, and full of admiration for her.

She read half of the song. Suddenly, she stopped with a "hmm". She felt his hot big hand directly penetrated into her clothes.

The soft and delicate touch was no longer blocked by clothes, and Li Qingshan felt a lump of plumpness in his fingertips. As if it was about to melt, he blew into her ears and smiled, "Why don't you read it?"

Qiu Haitang snorted, grabbed his hand that was causing trouble, and continued reading like anger. The fire in his palm passed through her skin and grabbed her heart, making her breathing more and more rapid, her face becoming more rosy, and her body melted like water in his arms. He felt the change of something under his buttocks, twisting uneasyly, trying to stay away.

Li Qingshan took a breath, she was so tempting! He pressed her lower abdomen with his left hand, letting her sit tightly in his arms, sinking into a lush and soft ball. He picked the red bean with his right hand and rubbed it gently.

The begonia moaned with a delicate moan, grabbed his hands with both hands, and the poems were scattered all over the bed, and they could no longer read them. The blushed seemed to be about to drip into water, as beautiful as peaches and plums, with a peach and plum blossom, and was full of unprecedented charm.

This is the beauty that can only bloom when facing the loved one.

"You... will... touch your hands!" Qiu Haitang said intermittently, biting her red lips.

Li Qingshan said proudly: "Hmph, what's the big deal about writing poetry? If I want to write it, there are also hundreds of poems."

"Really?" Qiu Haitang looked disbelieving: "I don't want a hundred and a thousand."

"Listen."

Although Li Qingshan was not a master in his previous life, he still remembered many famous poems. However, the way of practicing is to focus on fists rather than talent. Copying novels can also gather the power of wishes, but copying poems is useless.

However, how can a dignified time traveler admit defeat in such a place?

So he said loudly: "If life is just like the first meeting!"

I glanced at her and saw that she was slightly stunned. I seemed very surprised. I couldn't help but feel proud: Although our poem is a big deal, it can be regarded as a killer against ignorant and literary young women.

"What's the pain of the autumn wind painting the fan!"

The begonia supports the chin with their hands and listen quietly.

"I will change my hearts in my old friends, but I will say that my old friends' hearts are changing easily. The words of Mount Li have been half a night, and the night rain and bells will never be seen. How can I be as happy as a man in a brocade clothes and wish to join the branches on the same day?"

Begonia sighed slightly: "This poem is just the first sentence, which is better than all the love poems I have read. It would be even better if your hands were honest."

It turned out that Li Qingshan never stopped touching her when he was a plagiarism expert. It was like a beautiful jade in his hand, and he couldn't help but rub it gently.

"Hey, you're always convinced now!"

"Where did you copy it? It's too unsatisfactory at this time."

"It's purely original, and piracy will be prosecuted!"

Li Qingshan didn't expect that she was so keen that she would naturally not admit it even if she beat her to death: "What's wrong with the situation? This is a poem written by me when I was thinking about you, worried that you would change your mind."

"Hmph, I don't believe it."

"If you have the ability, you can copy it!"

"Yo, I expose it and I am so angry."

Qiu Haitang smirked, and suddenly pressed his hand that was covering his chest through his clothes, pressing it down deeply.

Li Qingshan never tried so hard, for fear of hurting her tenderness, but she heard her say seriously: "My heart will not change. Are you willing to hand over your heart to me?"

How could Li Qingshan say he didn't want to?

"Don't regret it." Begonia seemed to point out.

"I have no regrets in my life."

Qiu Haitang looked at him with a stare and suddenly smiled, so he made up his mind, since you said that, it’s no wonder that I am, I am just trying to please you.

Blinking, red lips opened and closed, and his voice was clear and firm: "I want me!"

Li Qingshan couldn't bear it anymore and kissed her beautiful red lips. (The novel will have more fresh content on the official WeChat platform, and there is also a 100% lottery gift for everyone! Open WeChat now, click the "+" sign in the upper right to "Add Friends", search for the official account "qdread" and follow it, hurry up!) (To be continued)
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