Mo Xiaohuan felt even more unhappy and fired at him, "When will I stop accompanying you? I spend two-thirds of my time with you every day, and only one-third with my daughter. Isn't that enough for you?"
"Not enough" he answered her simply and clearly.
Mo Xiaohuan really didn't have the energy to fight with him anymore, so she simply leaned into his arms to rest. His arms were indeed very comfortable and warm.
My eyes watched his hand moving rapidly, and the brush in his hand was like a pen, and I really don't know how the ancients practiced it.
She looked up and looked at his expression. He was very focused. There was thinking in his eyes, his thin lips were slightly pursed, and his face was so deep and perfect. How could such a man belong to her? Sometimes she felt old just thinking about it.
God loves her so much
Realizing that she was staring at him, he looked down at her and met her gaze. He couldn't help but lower his head and kissed her again, "What are you looking at?"
"Look at you, how can my husband-in-law be so handsome, suave, unparalleled in appearance, and graceful? Alas, there must be many girls peeking at him when he goes out?" Mo Xiaohuan praised him vigorously as soon as he spoke.
he
Yu Beiming curled her lips, as if she was used to her being like this. That's right, in the past few days, whenever Yu Beiming clung to her, she would throw these words to him, let him drift off for a while, and then take the opportunity to slip away.
But it didn't seem to have any effect today. Instead, he stared at her with a searching face, "Since my husband is such an image in my wife's heart, wouldn't I be letting my wife down if I don't show it?" After saying that, he lowered his head deeply.
Kissed her and put down the brush with the other hand
As long as these two people are alone together, they will call themselves husband and wife. They will not talk about the terms prince and princess at all and treat themselves as ordinary people.
"Well..." Mo Xiaohuan glared at him, wondering why it didn't work today. "
Yu Beiming let go of her and said with a low smile, "Madam is so cute, don't you think that my husband is really flattered by your kind words these days?" He had heard a lot of flattery, but his wife
Her kind words were a bit false, and he knew as soon as he heard that she was playing tricks.
Hearing this, Mo Xiaohuan suddenly hit him and feigned anger, "Okay, did you do it on purpose?"
"So what? Madam, what are you going to do?" If it's physical ravage, he welcomes it at any time and is happy to do so.
"Humph, I will never give in to your wishes. I won't do anything." Mo Xiaohuan had a condescending look on her face.
Her expression amused him, and he said in a warm and ambiguous tone, "How about doing it for your husband?"
When Mo Xiaohuan heard this, she stood up and ran away, but she was already tightly trapped by him, how could she escape from his arms?
Yu Beiming picked her up, walked to the door and locked it, and then walked behind the screen. There was a couch there, just right for the two of them to sleep close together, and later they were about to be together.
Just right
"Hey, don't mess around. Someone can come at any time, okay?" Mo Xiaohuan glared at him, with a panic on his face.
"It doesn't matter, I promise they won't knock on the door at any time." Those people were sent by him to do something this morning, so why did they come?
Mo Xiaohuan was doubtful. While she was still thinking about his words, he had already untied her clothes.