His hot palms set fire to her body, caressing every inch of her skin, and his slender fingers were like playing a piano, with lingering poetry. Nangong Han lowered his head and buried it in her neck. The fragrance of light orchid filled her nostrils.
He sank again and again.
Xiang Yimo glanced at the door, but didn't see the figure, and then pushed Nangong Han on his body, "Okay!"
"What's good?" Nangong Han raised his body with one hand and looked down at her. His rough voice revealed a hint of magnetism and a hint of unbearable.
“That’s it for today!”
"You lit the fire, and you have to be responsible to the end!" Nangong Han immediately leaned over, placing a hot kiss on her chest, nibbling on the soft plumpness, and reaching deep with his hand.
Xiang Yimo suddenly trembled, took a breath, and twisted around uncomfortably, "I'm really tired today! After dancing in such high heels, my feet almost tripped and my waist almost broke!"
Nangong Han couldn't resist her big, translucent eyes, "You have aroused my sexual desire, what should I do now?"
Xiang Yimo pouted and pointed to the bathroom, "Go take a cold shower!"
"Oh! What a good wife, she still asked me to take a cold bath in such a cold day!" Nangong Han said sadly.
"How about I make it up to you twice as much next time!"
He turned over and adjusted his breathing, "Shen Mengni was at the door just now. You deliberately showed her intimacy with me, right?"
Xiang Yimo's watery eyes widened with a flash of light, "So you know it all!"
"Why are you doing this?" Nangong Han turned sideways, his eyes as sharp as an eagle, staring at her like a prey.
"Why?" Xiang Yimo muttered, then lifted up the quilt and covered his head.
He pulled off the quilt and said, "She wanted you to embarrass you, so you danced with me; she invited me out to set off fireworks, and you showed off that you played with me on the car. Just now she was outside the door, and you took the initiative to seduce me. Why?
Do you want to do this?"
After he said this, Xiang Yimo suddenly realized that she had done so many things. She felt very uncomfortable every time she saw Shen Mengni clinging to Nangong Han.
"I can't help but be jealous!" she said awkwardly.
A bright smile broke out on Nangong Han's tense face, and he pinched her straight nose, "My wife is so cute when she's angry."
"what's so funny!"
"It turns out that this is how my wife is jealous, like a little bear with its teeth and claws. It will fight whoever takes away your honey!"
"I am a little bear and you are a honey?"
"Am I not your honey?"
Xiang Yimo's cheeks blushed shyly, "Go and take a cold shower!"
"What? Are you afraid that you won't be able to control yourself and will rush towards me?"
"Yes! I'm afraid I won't be able to control my impulse and I'll kick you to death!" As she said that, she kicked you in the air.
In Nangong Han's eyes, her skills were nothing more than a trick on her legs. He blocked her, grabbed her wrist, and dragged her to his side. The two of them were close together, placing her slender legs on his waist, "It looks like
, this posture is not bad, why don’t you give it a try?”
"My waist is so sore!"
"Why do you keep having back pain recently?"
Xiang Yimo complained, "It's all your fault, you have no restraint!"
"I'm already very temperate!"
"Is it still moderate to average three times a day?"
"Is it so often?" How could he not notice it? He must blame her because she is too delicious and can't get enough no matter how much she eats. "I'll rub it for you!"
Xiang Yimo turned over, lying on his stomach and muttered: "You are so energetic, you are definitely a good candidate to be a cowherd!"
Nangong Han's face stiffened and he frowned, "Is this what you hope your husband will do?" His hand suddenly became stronger.
Xiang Yimo cried out in pain, "Be gentle! Being a Cowherd is not something you can just want to be. First of all, you must be handsome; secondly, you must have a good figure; thirdly, you must have strong skills; and finally, you must have amazing physical strength.
!”
"It seems that you really know the Cowherd well!"
"We've seen a lot of different things in 'Ye-se'!" Xiang Yimo turned his head and saw that Nangong Han's jaw was tense and his face was frosty, so he knew that this guy was sulking, so he quickly comforted him, "Of course
, if you were a cowherd, you would definitely be the best among them!"
What kind of compliment was this? Nangong Han couldn't help but smile.
Her clothes were lifted up, revealing her smooth and smooth back, which was as graceful as a mermaid. His big palms pressed her waist, always with the same intensity, "Since I saw so many different kinds of cowherds, why didn't I play with them?"
one?"
He kneaded with just the right amount of force, and it was so comfortable that he felt sleepy. "With you, I can't care less about anything else." Xiang Yimo's voice gradually became lower, and her eyelids became heavier and heavier, drooping and closing them tightly.
superior.
Hearing these words, the frost on Nangong Han's face melted instantly, with a faint smile on his lips. Although she was still sleeping peacefully, he continued to massage her.
Outside the window, it was pitch black and completely silent.
Snowflakes fell one after another, as soft as goose feathers, as quietly as cotton wool.
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One night, Xiang Yimo slept very soundly. When she woke up, her body was no longer sore and weak as before. She touched her side and found that Nangong Han was no longer there.
"Brush!" As soon as the curtains were opened, the bright silver light from outside immediately came in.
The distant mountains and quiet lakes are covered in silver, with white snow everywhere, just like a fairy tale world made of ice sculptures and jade.
"Han, come here and see, I've built a snowman!" Shen Mengni pulled Nangong Han to participate in her masterpiece.
Nangong Han stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, holding a cup of steaming coffee in his hand, looking at the snowy scene.
Seeing that he ignored her, Shen Mengni pushed the snowman over and recalled the past again, "Han, whenever it snowed in the past, we would build a snowman together. You also stole my scarf and gave it to the snowman to wear, and then I burst into tears.
…”
"Wow--" A bucket of hot water was poured down from the second floor.
It was not Shen Mengni who was watered, but the snowman she built.
When the snowman encountered the scalding hot water, it suddenly turned into a puddle of snow, and his scarf, hat, eyes, and nose all fell off!
"Ah!" Shen Mengni was so angry that she stamped her feet and shouted, looking up at the second floor, "Xiang Rumo, what are you doing!" He targeted her again and again.