"Tut!" He hid her hand for a moment, but Claudia did not dare to hold it hard. When he hid, she loosened it.

"Tired or not."

"You, you..." Claudia was angry and distressed, with a flat mouth, and saw another storm.

Rowan frowned and reached for her hand. "All right, do you want me to watch you get shot?"

How painful it was to be shot, the more lucky he felt every point, the more lucky he was to be. Fortunately, it was himself who was injured, and it was himself who was hurt, not her.

If she hurts one point, I‘m afraid he will hurt ten thousand times more.

It‘s not that it‘s not sweet, it‘s just that sweetness is always accompanied by pain.

Claudia snuggled up and lay cleverly and quietly at his hand.

Let his hand touch his hair once and for all, just like teasing a cat.

In such a quiet atmosphere, one should say something thoughtful.

Claudia thought, and just as he was about to speak, Rowan made a noise first.

"Pupil pupil."

He called her so tender that Claudia pursed his lips shyly and deserved a hundred turns and a thousand times.

"Well, there I am."

"Your hair seems oily."

Rowan withdrew his hand, looked at the oil on his fingertips and smiled at Pamela.

"..."

Suddenly stood up, Claudia was embarrassed and plunged into the toilet associated with the ward.

Half an hour later, she dallied and came out with an awkward red face, which made people anxious to take a bite.

If it weren‘t for the injury on her shoulder, he would have dealt with her immediately.

"Come here."

He spoke in a coarse and obscure voice.

Claudia looked up at him and said angrily, "No,"

"Hurry up." He urged, phoenix eyes straight locked her.

I can‘t stand it. If I don‘t taste any more sweets, he will die.

The little snail moved over like a snail. As soon as he reached the bed, he pulled his wrist and threw it on his chest.

"Hello! You are crazy!" She lifted her face and stared at him, startled by the bath color in his eyes.

Mr. Rowan cleared up.

What a sex guy.

Doodle lips, Claudia murmured, "What are you going to do?"

Rowan licked her dry lips and stared at her tender and delicious cherry lips. "Pupil, give me a kiss."

"Hmm? What is it?"

"Claudia!"

"Ah! I know!" Claudia smiled low and went up to let Mr. Rowan eat.

This kiss not only satisfies the craving, but also cherishes the lost and recovered.

However, it could only be tasted and stopped. Rowan kept pecking and kissing her cheek, with anxiety and heat.

… …

The meat held its arrogant little chin and looked at the hairy children who had not seen the world.

"Meat, your lunch looks really good."

"Yes, meat, I have never seen such a beautiful lunch."

"Meat, can I exchange my cheese rolls with you, this one?"

Short and thick fingers pointed to the rabbit milk steamed bread inside the meat lunch box, and the girl‘s saliva was going to flow out.

"Hello!" The meat covered his lunch box with a handful to prevent him from falling into it and drooling, then he could not eat it.

"No, my grandmother made it for me."

"Meat, your grandmother is really good!"

"Of course, my grandmother said that she would make me apple steamed bread tomorrow."

"Wow!"

The envious eyes of the little friends one by one inflated the self－esteem of the meat and almost overflowed the small chest.

The teacher came in at this moment, clapped his hands and said, "Children, go back to their seats and sit down. We can start eating lunch."

The meat twisted up a small steamed bread and took a bite eagerly.

Milk－flavored steamed bread is not only as simple as the shape of the rabbit outside, but also contains all kinds of fruit fillings. If you don‘t bite it down, you don‘t know what fillings it is.

Martha is willing to put his mind into it. No wonder meat can‘t like what she likes.

While eating lunch, meat turned to Alice.

She has been unhappy for several days, as if she had something on her mind.

After lunch, everyone went to wash their hands.

The meat squeezed beside Alice and asked her, "Alice, what‘s wrong with you?"