"Why, don't you want to watch the sunrise?" Qiao Sixin saw that Xiao Yichen didn't react for a while, and couldn't help but ask carefully.

"No, I like it," Xiao Yichen quickly came to his senses: "I'm just worried that your body will bear it if it's too foggy at night?"

"Don't worry, I'm in good health," Sixin waved her arm: "I won awards when I was a child. I have rarely caught colds since I was a child."

Xiao Yichen looked at her thin arms, which looked particularly white and delicate under the cold white moonlight and the dim street lights. Even when he looked so close, he still felt like cream!

It was really foggy at 4:30 in the morning, and at this time, Sixin and Xiao Yichen had just walked to the mountain bag.

"Look, you're just a crow's mouth," Si Xin said with a blank look.

Xiao Yichen laughed, pinched her bulging cheek with his hands and said, "What is a crow's mouth? Do you understand it by looking at the celestial phenomena?"

"Okay, you can look at the astronomical phenomena, then you can see if there will be sunrise tomorrow morning?" Sixin didn't argue with him about topics that he didn't understand.

"Swish." Xiao Yichen laughed out loud: "It won't rain tomorrow, and there will be sunshine. Isn't the morning sun called sunrise?"

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Only then did Sixin realize that she had said the wrong thing and quickly corrected it: "No, I mean, will there be a morning glow?"

"The sky is very clear, there is no fog at all. There must be sunrise, but the morning glow may not be necessary." Xiao Yichen said with ease.

Well, Qiao Sixin doesn't understand the weather at all. Xiao Yichen can listen to whatever she says. The only thing she prays is not to rain. If it rains, she and Xiao Yichen will probably have nowhere to hide.

But sometimes, the more you look forward to, the more you come. Even the meteorological expert Xiao Yichen still didn't see through the weather.

The sky was clear and it wouldn't rain, but they were about to sit down on the big rock on the cliff, but it suddenly started to rain.

It was raining temporarily, but it was a bit heavy, so they had to hide under a big tree next to them.

"Hey, you can't hide under the tree when it rains," Qiao Sixin reminded Xiao Yichen, who pulled herself to hide under the tree from the rain: "We learned this in elementary school."

"That's about thunder and rain, and it's about heavy rain," Xiao Yichen retorted her: "Do you look like rain? There's no thunder, it's just a little drizzle, and you'll be fine if you hide under the big tree for a while."

That being said, although the drizzle was not heavy, it never stopped. After a long time under the tree, it naturally rained again.

"It seems there is a small thatched hut over there," Sixin pointed at a short distance: "I don't know if there is a door, why don't we go over and take a look."

"What kind of thatched hut is provided for people who go up the mountain to rest when they are tired. The house is made of wood, and it should be a wooden hut." Xiao Yichen corrected her.

"No matter whether it is a small wooden house or a small thatched hut, let's go over and take a look. I hope the door is not locked." After Sixin said this, the man took the lead in running towards the wooden house.

It was not far away, only a hundred meters away, and it was only a few steps away.

The two of them were very lucky. Although the door of the cabin was closed, it was not locked, so they pushed it open with a little force with their hands.

There are no lights in the door, so of course, this kind of wooden house that provides people with rest when they are tired of climbing mountains during the day cannot be installed.

Fortunately, there are windows on all sides of the wooden house, and dim street lights not far away shine in from the window, which can vaguely identify the situation inside.

In fact, it is very simple. It is just two benches and a large wooden barrel. The barrel looks like some wine barrels used to steam wine in ancient times.

"Thank God, at least you don't need to shower," Sixin quickly closed the door and said to Xiao Yichen who was sitting down on the bench.

"Sit down." Xiao Yichen pulled her to sit down beside him.

"Oh," Sixin stood up as soon as she sat down, touched the back with her hands, and couldn't help but cry: "It seems that something is on the stool, it's so uncomfortable."

Xiao Yichen laughed and pulled her to his thigh and sat down: "Don't you feel it hurt now, right? How about sitting here?"

Sixin's face turned red immediately, and she couldn't help but struggle and said, "I'd better sit on the stool. I guess it was a wait on the stool just now, I'll just wipe it."

"Don't move around," he hugged her tightly, his thin lips exhaling hotly in her ear: "The consequences of moving around are very serious."

"The consequence?" Qiao Si, who was slowing down for a while, was stunned for a moment, and he didn't realize it after realizing it.

"Don't hold it so tightly," Sixin reminded softly: "It was already hot, but now it's even hotter for the two of them to stick together."

"Then what you mean is. Don't hug it?" Xiao Yichen asked meaningfully.

Qiao Sixin didn't react at all, and actually nodded foolishly: "Well, you'd better stop holding me, let's sit on our own, it probably won't be like that."

Before he could even say the word hot, his kiss had fallen on her shoulders, because he was wearing a suspender skirt, not even the thin layer of fabric.

His lips had a burning penetration force, and he took a bite with a little force, as if he wanted to pass the whole thing to her through this kiss.

She grinned in pain and was about to push and refuse, but his kiss was quickly chased up from her shoulders. Before she could react, her pink lips had already lost.

This is their second close contact tonight.

The first time she was in the cabin, she was forced back by his strength and ferocity so that she could not even have the power to fight back, and this second time.

She didn't expect that she was so useless that she was even taking away by him so quickly.

Xiao Yichen kissed his little wife patiently, gentle, lingering, tossing and turning, and gently tossing and turning with her thin lips.

He wanted her stiff body to slowly soften, he wanted her to let go of her fear and anxiety, let her know that she didn't need to be afraid of anything when he was by her side.

Because of her hot walking body, she is now so passionate and passionate. Not to mention Xiao Yichen, even Qiao Sixin, her tight body quickly softened.

Xiao Yichen felt the changes in her body, held her in his arms, turned around hurriedly, and placed her on the tilted wooden barrel.

"Xiao Yichen!" Qiao Sixin couldn't help but exclaim.

Her voice trembled, he was. What does he mean, what does he want to do?

In fact, I guessed it vaguely in my heart, but I still didn't dare to believe it. After all, this is.

Her back was against a big wooden barrel, and the thin fabric of the suspender skirt could not stop the stiffness of the wooden barrel. She struggled to get up.

However, he bullied himself at a very fast speed, pressing his wrist against her side, and his kiss quickly caught up and continued to occupy her lips, but he lost the gentleness and lingering just now, and it was a completely strong French deep kiss.

Her body was wrapping her head, her heart was trembling, and even her voice trembled: "Xiao Yichen. Don't."

She doesn't want to, don't be here, in her subconscious, such things should be in the room, and, in the bed.

The couple’s room is also called “rolling the bed sheets”. There is not even a bed here, let alone a bed sheet. How can I get out?

Xiao Yichen kissed her deeply, dragged her lilac tongue, wrapped around her lips and teeth, feeling her increasing rapid breathing, and his lips left for a moment.

"Pasta..." She had just spit out two words, and his thin lips caught up again, immediately sealing her mouth, not giving her a chance to speak.

The tongue was entangled, the lips and teeth were tossed, and the stubborn refused to let go. The intention of occupying was clearly revealed, and there was no room for negotiation.

His hands were not idle, and he disliked her big skirt, and then took off the briefs from her skirt.

And she had no way out, lying on the wooden barrel, her white body blooming like a scent under him again...

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