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Reborn at Thirty-Eight

Chapter: 1848

Feng Nanshu pursed her lips and said again: “Brother, I want to have roasted sweet potatoes for breakfast.”

“It’s so hot in the summer, where can I buy roasted sweet potatoes?”

“I want grilled sweet potatoes for breakfast…”

Feng Nanshu yawned, then rubbed his eyes and whispered, as if he was whispering in a dream. Then his little head sank and he leaned on his chest, rubbing it twice.

Jiang Qin was silent for a long time, thinking that there was no one else who wanted to pout as soon as he got up. Then he reached out and pushed her to the wall, and gently kissed his best friend’s moist mouth.

After all, this is a friendship kiss, and the intensity and method should not be too excessive, because intimate interactions between friends still need to be measured.

So Jiang Qin kissed very softly at first, very gentlemanly.

But as time went by, the intensity began to become a bit unbearable.

Touching lightly, wandering around a little wildly, eating a mouth full of sweetness and smoothness, kissing her little mouth into various shapes.

Feng Nanshu felt a little silly by the kiss. She huddled in Jiang Qin’s arms and put her arms around his neck. Her breathing began to become a little rapid, her face became a little hot, and her whole body softened, as if she had no bones.

It was a bit stressful to hold the 1.7 meter rich little woman in his arms, so Jiang Qin held her and moved her back, finally sitting on the sofa and wrapping her up in his arms.

The little rich woman had her eyes closed as she was being kissed. She didn’t know that he would suddenly sit down, so she almost fell on top of him. She even made a cute “hmm” sound, and there was half a second of separation in the middle.

But in just half a second, she tilted her little face up and leaned over again, as if the autopilot was on, except that her body slid slightly down the sofa.

Jiang Qin had no choice but to hold her little buttocks and hug her up, holding her so intimately that she could not breathe.

After a long time, the old-fashioned clock in Jiang Qin’s home began to chime the hour, breaking the tranquility in the living room.

After a “boo” sound, Feng Nanshu’s little mouth was released, and her expression became more confused.

“Are you satisfied now?”

The little rich woman wiped her mouth and nodded gently. Although she was a little cold, she actually thought with satisfaction.

Jiang Qinxin said that it would be enough if he was satisfied, then got up and went to the kitchen to pour a glass of water to quench his thirst: “So, what do you want to eat for breakfast?”

Feng Nanshu raised his head and looked at him: “Brother, I have told you several times that I want to eat roasted sweet potatoes.”

“?”

Jiang Qin looked at her and was stunned for a moment after making sure she didn’t say any coded words. His eyes gradually narrowed: “Did you really want to eat roasted sweet potatoes just now?”

“Brother, you seem a bit silly.” The little rich woman said seriously.

“You are stupid. If you really want to eat roasted sweet potatoes, why didn’t you tell me earlier? Your best friend’s mouth hurts from sucking on it.”

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