Jia Rong said "Oh", but his eyes still stayed on Wei Fu. In the past, Jia Rong did not dare to get too close to Wei Fu. Wei Fu's frown and smile were very lethal weapons to Jia Rong's will, but now they are no longer
When you get married, you have a lot less worries.
"Brother, what's wrong with you?" Wei Fu's tone was a little anxious.
Jia Rong regained consciousness and said with a smile: "Fu'er is so beautiful, my husband is a little stunned."
Wei Fu said shyly: "Really?"
Jia Rong nodded dullly and said, "Fu'er, are you hungry?"
Wei Fu's stomach growled unsatisfactorily. She had been busy all day and didn't wet her teeth.
Jia Rong smiled back and shouted to the door: "Hurry up and bring some food."
Within a moment, more than ten kinds of food were served one after another. Wei Fu was eating and drinking regardless of her appearance, while Jia Rong was smiling silly at the side.
Jia Rong picked up the wine on the table and poured two glasses, and said: "Fu'er, today is a good day for our wedding, drink one!"
Gently touching the wine cup in Jia Rong's hand, Wei Fu covered her face with her sleeves and gently brought the wine to her mouth.
Seeing Jia Rong filling the wine cup again, Wei Fu hurriedly waved her little hands and said, "Brother, I can't drink anymore."
Jia Rong smiled and said: "In my hometown, there is a unique way of drinking when getting married, which is called drinking wine. Do you want to try it?"
Wei Fu bit her lip, nodded and said, "Yes!"
The ambiguous gestures between the two made Wei Fu keep exclaiming. After getting married, Wei Fu was no longer so deliberately alienated from Jia Rong who had a physical relationship with her.
After drinking and eating, Jia Rong asked the maid to put away the leftovers. Jia Rong gently walked towards Wei Fu who was sitting beside the bed, and stretched his hand to Wei Fu's shoulder by accident.
Wei Fu's delicate body trembled slightly, and she leaned her head gently on Jia Rong's shoulder very cooperatively, with a look of happiness on her face. She and Jia Rong have gone through many twists and turns, and now the lovers are finally married.
"I still remember that night in the desert, we were sitting on the beach like this." Jia Rong said softly.
Wei Fu said softly "Yeah".
"It's scary to think about it now. What if we can't get out of the desert?" Jia Rong said with a look of nostalgia.
"Even if I die, I will stay with my eldest brother." Wei Fu said firmly.
Jia Rong smiled and said: "Fu'er, be good, what can I say about death?"
Saying this, Jia Rong's right hand was dishonestly stroking Wei Fu's soft and boneless waist. The waves of feeling coming from his hand made Jia Rong want to sing loudly, her delicate and smooth waist
Better than any silk and satin.
Wei Fu's breathing gradually became thicker, and occasionally she let out a sweet cry, which made Jia Rong's soul stir. She stroked her right hand eagerly, as if she wanted to melt the waist in her palm.
The right hand on the waist only stayed for a moment before continuing to climb up.
Jia Rong felt Wei Fu's body trembling a little, and gently stroked Wei Fu's back and said: "Fu'er, do you think we will have children?" Jia Rong suddenly remembered that his novels said that the body of a time traveler was in the past.
When passing through the time tunnel, they may be transformed and their physiological functions may be suppressed.
I laughed it off, but when the time-travel incident happened to me, I couldn't help but worry.
Wei Fu said softly: "There will definitely be a child. Brother, what do you think our child's name will be?"
Listening to Wei Fu's determined tone, Jia Rong relaxed a little and thought carefully about what to name the child.
After the unscrupulous conversation lasted for a while, Jia Rong cursed inwardly that he was confused. He thought of the child even though he had a beautiful woman in his arms. Wasn't this something he had not done yet?
Jia Rong chuckled and said: "Fu'er, I'll think about the name of the child later. Now is the time to make a child."
Wei Fu raised her head buried in Jia Rong's chest and asked, "What is making a child?"
Jia Rong was at a loss for words for a moment and explained hesitantly: "That's it. After I got pregnant with the child, I just made the child. Fu'er, you will know later. A moment is worth a thousand pieces of gold." Jia Rong's face
A yin smile appeared on his face.
Her right hand went up to Wei Fu's waist again, and she gently kneaded and caressed it. After a while, Wei Fu was already making cooing sounds, and her face was not sure whether it was illuminated by the candlelight or she was shy, like maple leaves in late autumn.
After staying on the waist for a moment, Jia Rong was not satisfied with the feeling through the clothes, so he slid his hand along the seam of the clothes and into Wei Fu's lapel.
Comparing the outside world with the inside world, one can't extricate himself from the inside of the clothes. Feeling the body like mutton-fat jade, Jia Rong couldn't help but let out a cry of comfort, moving up his lower abdomen and passing his palm to Jia Rong's body.
It has a turbulent and delicate and smooth feeling, which is difficult to cover with a generous palm, and the two agates are gently rolled.
Without anyone's guidance, Jia Rong gently stroked the softness of Wei Fu's chest, but his technique was a bit unfamiliar.
Wei Fu gasped softly and looked at Jia Rong with blurred eyes. Jia Rong, a virgin for two lifetimes, could not stand such an erotic scene. With one move, the tiger descended from the mountain and threw Wei Fu onto the bed, and then waves of red waves rolled over her.
Jia Rong gasped and took off Wei Fu's clothes one by one. Wei Fu underneath her was already panting, her eyes were closed tightly, and her pretty face and neck were covered with red clouds.
It was late autumn, but Jia Rong felt extremely hot, as if there was a ball of fire in his lower abdomen, which might explode at any time, and Xiang Weifu's eyes were replaced by passion.
The pieces of clothing were roughly thrown to the ground by Jia Rong, and the last piece of underwear that Wei Fu was wearing was thrown to the ground.
By the candlelight, Jia Rong lost consciousness again. The body in front of him was like a work of art, making it impossible to find any fault. Two bright red grapes hung on the two inverted jade bowls, which attracted people. Wei Fu's eyes
His eyes flickered uneasily.
Wei Fu's body was as white and flawless as a beautiful woman, and her hands were very smooth. A hint of coolness spread along Wei Fu's skin to Jia Rong's palms.
Compared with the feeling of touching through clothes, it is a completely different world. With the help of candlelight, it can be seen that the softness of Wei Fu's chest is constantly changing into various shapes under Jia Rong's kneading, and the smoothness and delicateness are constantly overflowing through the fingers.
His mind was agitated, and Wei Fu's soft screams stimulated every nerve cell in Jia Rong.
After taking off his clothes three times, Jia Rong roared and rushed to the "battlefield". Red waves rolled on the bed, and the two bodies were tightly entangled. Wei Fu's hair was messy, and her arms hugged Jia tightly.
Rong's neck, letting Jia Rong wreak havoc on her body.
Little Jia Rong was already standing tall in anger, staring at Wei Fu ferociously.
Whispered in Wei Fu's ear: "Fu'er, I love you!"
Wei Fu had never heard such sweet words before. Her delicate body trembled, her eyes fluttered open, and she mustered up the courage to reply: "Brother, I love you too!"
Jia Rong's hands hugged Wei Fu's body tightly, and little Jia Rong also looked for paradise.
Wei Fu said anxiously: "Brother, wait a moment."
Jia Rong rolled his eyes and rolled to the side reluctantly.
The second update is here, friends who like iron cavalry remember to save it, it will not only facilitate your next reading, but also support the cliff!
There are a lot of forbidden words in this chapter, so I have revised some of them, and I will apologize for any inconveniences.
