The weather was slightly cool. Although the night was not deep, there were almost no pedestrians on the road. Only the whistle of the engine was trembling. A small street stall selling gloves and hats passed by the roadside. Li Xiaole remembered that Lei Ting was still busy at home. Recently, the cold wave had come and the temperature dropped sharply. Will she have frostbite again? Last winter, her hands seemed to be a little red and swollen. Thinking of this, Li Xiaole stopped the car and bought a pair of half-piece gloves from the stall on the roadside.

With gloves in his arms, Li Xiaole returned to the apartment. As soon as he opened the door, he saw Lei Ting sitting upright at the table, holding a bowl in his hand, and was in a daze. The table was filled with about five or six plates of side dishes.

"I'm back. Sister Tingting, don't you welcome me?" Li Xiaole patted the rain on her body, and happened to see the table full of dishes. She couldn't help but walk over and said in surprise: "How do you know I'll come back?"

Lei Ting turned her head and looked at him with a strange expression, as if she was a little happy, and said in a tender tone: "I don't know if you are back, this is what I prepared for myself."

"I'll try it~" Li Xiaole, who had eaten some bread all day, was hungry. He looked at the home-cooked dishes such as fish-flavored shredded pork, Gongbao chicken diced chicken, and sweet and sour tenderloin on the table, and excitedly picked up chopsticks from the kitchen. He picked up a piece of sweet and sour tenderloin with one chopstick. After biting it, he found that the tenderloin inside was raw. He opened his mouth and said speechlessly: "What... are these..."

"Special sweet and sour tenderloin." Lei Ting looked at him expectantly, with a rare tenderness hidden in her bright eyes.

"It's hard... no wonder it's so delicious~ it's amazing~~!" Li Xiaole realized when he heard the "special" that it was made by Lei Ting himself. He quickly squeezed out his smile and stretched out his thumb to praise him, and then immediately asked with another dish:

"This is all made by you, Sister Tingting. Your skills have improved greatly~ This special fish-flavored shredded pork tastes better than my mother's ~."

"Yes? Is it really delicious?" Lei Ting smiled with a complicated expression, holding her chin with her hands, looking at Li Xiaole who kept picking up food while eating, praising her. Her cold and lonely thoughts turned warm. The softest part in her heart was filled with indescribable tenderness, and her calm mood caused some turbulence.

"It tastes delicious, but the portion is a little less. I think I can finish it alone." Li Xiaole was indeed hungry, so he tried not to chew the taste and swallowed it directly into his stomach. He quickly finished eating it in a windy and tidyed up the dishes, pulled Lei Ting to sit on the sofa, took out the half-piece wool gloves from his pants pocket and handed it over: "Sister Tingting is a gift for you."

Lei Ting took the gloves, her eyes fixed, and she touched them again, and suddenly looked at Li Xiaole in a daze and stared at him.

"What's the matter?" Li Xiaole said alertly. Could it be that she has that need... she is about to be knocked down. Today I am not mentally prepared...

"Can I lend my breasts to me?" Lei Ting said, and without waiting for Li Xiaole to answer, she leaned against him and lay on the sofa. The two of them were lying on their backs side by side. At this angle, you could just enter the cold moon outside the window. You felt the temperature of each other's body, and you didn't feel cold.

Under the light yellow Wenshe light, Lei Ting turned her head to look at Li Xiaole's beautiful and handsome face. Li Xiaolete felt Lei Ting looking at him and turned her head, and found that Lei Ting had a soft and tender feeling hidden in her bright eyes, without the intense burning of lust, but just a kind of indescribable warmth gently wrapped around her tired body and mind.

"What's wrong with you..." Li Xiaole gently stroked her hair.

Lei Ting enjoyed this feeling very much, and didn't have to worry that the strong fire of lust would destroy everything uncontrollably. Seeing Li Xiaole's deep black eyes flashing slightly, her face also had unreasonable charm.

"Do you know, no one really takes me seriously. I have not received a gift every year on my birthday. Your gloves are my first gift."

Li Xiaole was stunned for a moment. He had no idea that today was Lei Ting's birthday. Lei Ting was usually too mysterious. Only she could peek into other people's privacy. No one could invade her secret. Today, these gloves were completely wrong...

At this time, I felt that my partner was too unattended to pay attention to Lei Ting. No matter how strange she was, she was still a girl who stood out. I vaguely remember that Li Rongpyo once said that she was abducted and trafficked Korean. She knew that her birthday was, does it mean that she had found her biological parents? With her personality, at most she would only look at the door at the door, and then leave without hesitation...

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but stretched his hand to Lei Ting's neck, let her pillow her arm, smelling the pleasant scent of shampoo from her hairline, and couldn't help but feel a little confused. He gently turned her face, pecked her soft red lips, and smiled and said, "It's just a pair of gloves. I'll give you birthday gifts every year from now on."

Lei Ting smelled Li Xiaole's strong masculine breath, and her breathing was a little messy. She gently folded her hands on Li Xiaole's chest, feeling his heart beating vigorously: "Don't move around, let me lie for a while, I won't care what you want to do later, let me lie for a while now."

After all, Li Xiaole is a man with a strong spirit. No matter how hard he wants to control himself with reason, he can no longer help but do something else to Lei Ting. He put his hand into Lei Ting's coat and hugged her slender waist. Lei Ting's amazing elastic body has a perfect touch. He can feel the wonderful flesh and tender skin when he pinches his fingers hard.

Li Xiaole took a deep breath and tried her best to prevent her from doing more and more at this warm moment. Lei Ting also held back her breath and never felt that her body was so sensitive. Her body was arched in Li Xiaole's arms, and she couldn't help but lean her head and peck at the chin of the little man. From the touch and wandering of his hands, she felt that her chest was so plump, her waist was so slender, and her skin was so tender and smooth. Her hands wrapped around his neck and slumped her head on his chest.

No matter how cold the weather is, women are not willing to wear too much. Li Xiaole's hand fell on Lei Ting's buttocks, and she could hardly feel the wrinkles of the clothes inside: "Wear so little, will you catch a cold?"

Lei Ting shook her head coldly: "Wear too much, your legs will look thick." She doesn't like to wrap herself into a rice dumpling. Cold is a very good feeling for her, at least she thinks so.

Li Xiaole's hand fell on Lei Ting's soft and slender waist. Her cashmere sweater was worn close to her body. The hem was not tied into her jeans. She slid down against her soft waist. It was very convenient to get in from the low-waisted jeans and directly stroked her elastic buttocks with both hands.

"Don't move, have you forgotten what I told you..." Lei Ting's hands were retracted behind her back, pressing Li Xiaole's hand through her jeans, not allowing his hand to continue to flow downstream. However, he didn't expect that he gently broke her buttocks, and then grabbed her buttocks with his fingers, pinched them, and pulled them into the sensitive part between his legs, loosened and tightened. He felt extremely itchy and pinched them a few times.

Lei Ting suddenly felt very strange. She seemed to be very much like a real woman at this moment, and seemed to enjoy Li Xiaole's "activity", so she simply stopped stopping her. She felt that Li Xiaole's arm was tying the waist of her pants, and unbuttoned the jeans to facilitate Li Xiaole's hand to enter. She slowly closed her eyes and leaned her head against Li Xiaole's shoulder, without moving. Lei Ting's body was a little down, opened her hand to reach it, grabbed her amazingly elastic and supple flesh and held it up, and Lei Ting's body consciously wandered upwards, her arms wrapped around Li Xiaole's head, feeling that his slender fingers were really flexible, twisting at the base of her thighs, but it was slightly different from the most sensitive part.

A wave of numbness like an electric shock spread throughout her body. Lei Ting's limbs were weak and her brain was dizzy, but Li Xiaole's fingers were a little far away from it. She felt that Li Xiaole's lower body was swollen and firm, touching her flat and soft abdomen, making her heart itchy and psychedelic, confused and infatuated. She couldn't help twisting her body and twisting her hips, hoping that the most sensitive place would touch the slender finger that was touching the heart-warming slender finger. But her fingers were pressed against the base of her thighs.

Lei Ting opened her confused evil eyes that were about to drip out of water. She looked at Li Xiaole's eyes full of lust and couldn't help but let her desire rise. Her arms tightly hooked Li Xiaole's neck to prevent him from looking down at her. The desire in her body was burning violently. She opened her mouth tightly, bit Li Xiaole's earlobe, and licked his earlobe with fragrant tongue. She felt it was wonderful. She always liked to take the initiative, but she seemed to enjoy it more for the first time.

I felt that Li Xiaole's fingers were still teasing herself in Zhou Chu, who was the most sensitive. I felt that it was inexplicably wet. I bit Li Xiaole's earlobe hard: "You little bastard..."

Li Xiaole's earlobe hurt and did not dare to tease Lei Ting anymore. His fingers slid to the wettest part in the middle. He felt that the delicate body in his arms suddenly stiffened, his arms wrapped around his head with force, and his plump breasts pressed him almost suffocated. After a sharp panting, his soft and hot body almost collapsed. Lei Ting's fingers were about to touch that place again. Lei Ting's body trembled unbearably. He hurriedly pressed Li Xiaole's hand between her legs with both hands, not daring to let him fiddle with the most sensitive part.

"No, enough..." Lei Ting's body slowly slid down, just as she buried her head in Li Xiaole's chest. What's going on? How could she react so strangely, reaching the peak of orgasm so easily, as if she was a very hungry middle-aged woman. Lei Ting thought this was very strange.

Li Xiaole leaned on the sofa, letting Lei Ting lean in his arms, feeling her pain, and asked Lei Ting with a wry smile: "If I continue, you will really bite off my ear."

The weather was slightly cool. Although the night was not deep, there were almost no pedestrians on the road. Only the whistle of the engine was trembling. A small street stall selling gloves and hats passed by the roadside. Li Xiaole remembered that Lei Ting was still busy at home. Recently, the cold wave had come and the temperature dropped sharply. Will she have frostbite again? Last winter, her hands seemed to be a little red and swollen. Thinking of this, Li Xiaole stopped the car and bought a pair of half-piece gloves from the stall on the roadside.

With gloves in his arms, Li Xiaole returned to the apartment. As soon as he opened the door, he saw Lei Ting sitting upright at the table, holding a bowl in his hand, and was in a daze. The table was filled with about five or six plates of side dishes.

"I'm back. Sister Tingting, don't you welcome me?" Li Xiaole patted the rain on her body, and happened to see the table full of dishes. She couldn't help but walk over and said in surprise: "How do you know I'll come back?"

Lei Ting turned her head and looked at him with a strange expression, as if she was a little happy, and said in a tender tone: "I don't know if you are back, this is what I prepared for myself."

"I'll try it~" Li Xiaole, who had eaten some bread all day, was hungry. He looked at the home-cooked dishes such as fish-flavored shredded pork, Gongbao chicken diced chicken, and sweet and sour tenderloin on the table, and excitedly picked up chopsticks from the kitchen. He picked up a piece of sweet and sour tenderloin with one chopstick. After biting it, he found that the tenderloin inside was raw. He opened his mouth and said speechlessly: "What... are these..."

"Special sweet and sour tenderloin." Lei Ting looked at him expectantly, with a rare tenderness hidden in her bright eyes.

"It's hard... no wonder it's so delicious~ it's amazing~~!" Li Xiaole realized when he heard the "special" that it was made by Lei Ting himself. He quickly squeezed out his smile and stretched out his thumb to praise him, and then immediately asked with another dish:

"This is all made by you, Sister Tingting. Your skills have improved greatly~ This special fish-flavored shredded pork tastes better than my mother's ~."

"Yes? Is it really delicious?" Lei Ting smiled with a complicated expression, holding her chin with her hands, looking at Li Xiaole who kept picking up food while eating, praising her. Her cold and lonely thoughts turned warm. The softest part in her heart was filled with indescribable tenderness, and her calm mood caused some turbulence.

"It tastes delicious, but the portion is a little less. I think I can finish it alone." Li Xiaole was indeed hungry, so he tried not to chew the taste and swallowed it directly into his stomach. He quickly finished eating it in a windy and tidyed up the dishes, pulled Lei Ting to sit on the sofa, took out the half-piece wool gloves from his pants pocket and handed it over: "Sister Tingting is a gift for you."

Lei Ting took the gloves, her eyes fixed, and she touched them again, and suddenly looked at Li Xiaole in a daze and stared at him.

"What's the matter?" Li Xiaole said alertly. Could it be that she has that need... she is about to be knocked down. Today I am not mentally prepared...

"Can I lend my breasts to me?" Lei Ting said, and without waiting for Li Xiaole to answer, she leaned against him and lay on the sofa. The two of them were lying on their backs side by side. At this angle, you could just enter the cold moon outside the window. You felt the temperature of each other's body, and you didn't feel cold.

Under the light yellow Wenshe light, Lei Ting turned her head to look at Li Xiaole's beautiful and handsome face. Li Xiaolete felt Lei Ting looking at him and turned her head, and found that Lei Ting had a soft and tender feeling hidden in her bright eyes, without the intense burning of lust, but just a kind of indescribable warmth gently wrapped around her tired body and mind.

"What's wrong with you..." Li Xiaole gently stroked her hair.

Lei Ting enjoyed this feeling very much, and didn't have to worry that the strong fire of lust would destroy everything uncontrollably. Seeing Li Xiaole's deep black eyes flashing slightly, her face also had unreasonable charm.

"Do you know, no one really takes me seriously. I have not received a gift every year on my birthday. Your gloves are my first gift."

Li Xiaole was stunned for a moment. He had no idea that today was Lei Ting's birthday. Lei Ting was usually too mysterious. Only she could peek into other people's privacy. No one could invade her secret. Today, these gloves were completely wrong...

At this time, I felt that my partner was too unattended to pay attention to Lei Ting. No matter how strange she was, she was still a girl who stood out. I vaguely remember that Li Rongpyo once said that she was abducted and trafficked Korean. She knew that her birthday was, does it mean that she had found her biological parents? With her personality, at most she would only look at the door at the door, and then leave without hesitation...

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but stretched his hand to Lei Ting's neck, let her pillow her arm, smelling the pleasant scent of shampoo from her hairline, and couldn't help but feel a little confused. He gently turned her face, pecked her soft red lips, and smiled and said, "It's just a pair of gloves. I'll give you birthday gifts every year from now on."

Lei Ting smelled Li Xiaole's strong masculine breath, and her breathing was a little messy. She gently folded her hands on Li Xiaole's chest, feeling his heart beating vigorously: "Don't move around, let me lie for a while, I won't care what you want to do later, let me lie for a while now."

After all, Li Xiaole is a man with a strong spirit. No matter how hard he wants to control himself with reason, he can no longer help but do something else to Lei Ting. He put his hand into Lei Ting's coat and hugged her slender waist. Lei Ting's amazing elastic body has a perfect touch. He can feel the wonderful flesh and tender skin when he pinches his fingers hard.

Li Xiaole took a deep breath and tried her best to prevent her from doing more and more at this warm moment. Lei Ting also held back her breath and never felt that her body was so sensitive. Her body was arched in Li Xiaole's arms, and she couldn't help but lean her head and peck at the chin of the little man. From the touch and wandering of his hands, she felt that her chest was so plump, her waist was so slender, and her skin was so tender and smooth. Her hands wrapped around his neck and slumped her head on his chest.

No matter how cold the weather is, women are not willing to wear too much. Li Xiaole's hand fell on Lei Ting's buttocks, and she could hardly feel the wrinkles of the clothes inside: "Wear so little, will you catch a cold?"

Lei Ting shook her head coldly: "Wear too much, your legs will look thick." She doesn't like to wrap herself into a rice dumpling. Cold is a very good feeling for her, at least she thinks so.

Li Xiaole's hand fell on Lei Ting's soft and slender waist. Her cashmere sweater was worn close to her body. The hem was not tied into her jeans. She slid down against her soft waist. It was very convenient to get in from the low-waisted jeans and directly stroked her elastic buttocks with both hands.

"Don't move, have you forgotten what I told you..." Lei Ting's hands were retracted behind her back, pressing Li Xiaole's hand through her jeans, not allowing his hand to continue to flow downstream. However, he didn't expect that he gently broke her buttocks, and then grabbed her buttocks with his fingers, pinched them, and pulled them into the sensitive part between his legs, loosened and tightened. He felt extremely itchy and pinched them a few times.

Lei Ting suddenly felt very strange. She seemed to be very much like a real woman at this moment, and seemed to enjoy Li Xiaole's "activity", so she simply stopped stopping her. She felt that Li Xiaole's arm was tying the waist of her pants, and unbuttoned the jeans to facilitate Li Xiaole's hand to enter. She slowly closed her eyes and leaned her head against Li Xiaole's shoulder, without moving. Lei Ting's body was a little down, opened her hand to reach it, grabbed her amazingly elastic and supple flesh and held it up, and Lei Ting's body consciously wandered upwards, her arms wrapped around Li Xiaole's head, feeling that his slender fingers were really flexible, twisting at the base of her thighs, but it was slightly different from the most sensitive part.

A wave of numbness like an electric shock spread throughout her body. Lei Ting's limbs were weak and her brain was dizzy, but Li Xiaole's fingers were a little far away from it. She felt that Li Xiaole's lower body was swollen and firm, touching her flat and soft abdomen, making her heart itchy and psychedelic, confused and infatuated. She couldn't help twisting her body and twisting her hips, hoping that the most sensitive place would touch the slender finger that was touching the heart-warming slender finger. But her fingers were pressed against the base of her thighs.

Lei Ting opened her confused evil eyes that were about to drip out of water. She looked at Li Xiaole's eyes full of lust and couldn't help but let her desire rise. Her arms tightly hooked Li Xiaole's neck to prevent him from looking down at her. The desire in her body was burning violently. She opened her mouth tightly, bit Li Xiaole's earlobe, and licked his earlobe with fragrant tongue. She felt it was wonderful. She always liked to take the initiative, but she seemed to enjoy it more for the first time.

I felt that Li Xiaole's fingers were still teasing herself in Zhou Chu, who was the most sensitive. I felt that it was inexplicably wet. I bit Li Xiaole's earlobe hard: "You little bastard..."

Li Xiaole's earlobe hurt and did not dare to tease Lei Ting anymore. His fingers slid to the wettest part in the middle. He felt that the delicate body in his arms suddenly stiffened, his arms wrapped around his head with force, and his plump breasts pressed him almost suffocated. After a sharp panting, his soft and hot body almost collapsed. Lei Ting's fingers were about to touch that place again. Lei Ting's body trembled unbearably. He hurriedly pressed Li Xiaole's hand between her legs with both hands, not daring to let him fiddle with the most sensitive part.

"No, enough..." Lei Ting's body slowly slid down, just as she buried her head in Li Xiaole's chest. What's going on? How could she react so strangely, reaching the peak of orgasm so easily, as if she was a very hungry middle-aged woman. Lei Ting thought this was very strange.
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