"Yun, Yun Ting -" She couldn't help but start to tremble, her whole figure was like a rose that had just been bathed in rain and dew, revealing its fragrant petals.
"Husband, call me husband-" He leaned down and gently untied the shackles of her heart, letting the snow-white little rabbit in her arms jump out, and those cute little red eyes were pressed against her heart for a moment.
On his lips.
Gently picking one up, she immediately began to tremble beneath her body. The sweet and smooth taste was like white and tender tofu, which was fascinating.
"Old, hubby -" the voice was trembling with a hint of confusion, sounding like rejection and rejection. What he couldn't bear the most was this moment of hers. Her slender fingers curled up gently.
The hair on her temples lingered around him like tangled emotions.
"Husband - don't -" She screamed, but it was Leng Yunting who held her waist and buried his head under her body. Once on the island, he also played this dirty trick, which almost made her almost
surrender.[
However, Leng Yunting didn't care. He tightly grasped her slender waistline with his fingers, gently spread her legs, and lowered her head.
Because of her nervousness, her little mouth opened and closed, bright pink, as if it were a beautiful rose. Although he had served her like this last time, he couldn't see anything clearly because it was late at night.
But at this moment, exposed to the light, he could see everything about her carefully.
(The N word is omitted here, please imagine. It is the end of the year, river crabs are crawling by, and the children are asked to study hard and make progress every day, Emi Tofu) Curious, he touched the beautiful rose petals with his fingertips, attracting
Her strong reaction. She struggled violently: "Leng Yunting, if you do this again, I-"
All the words were ineffective after the tip of his tongue swept her gently. She was like a fish thrown on the chopping board, showing her white belly in vain, but unable to break away from the restraints and entanglements.
With blurred eyes, he looked at the Thai chandelier on the ceiling.
Whether he ascends to immortality or falls into hell, all become insignificant in the face of the turbulent waves.
She couldn't help screaming, singing, chanting, clutching the sheets with her fingers, leaping, and circling.
At that moment, she really thought she might die.
And Leng Yunting, when she reached the top, quickly captured her own territory.
After it was over, he kissed her hair obsessively, like a small animal smoothing its hair, making the cat, who was lazily basking in the sun, half-open its eyes in comfort.
His whole body was filled with her scent, sweet and rich, like the coconut wine he had just drank. Maybe the way he expressed his feelings was a bit straightforward, but he had no intention of changing it.
.
Now that I have brought my wife home, I naturally want to make the best use of everything.
A marriage expert said that a proper marital life is an indispensable nutrient for a couple.
If what he said is right, then Luo Qingxue feels that her married life is a bit over-nourished.
"Wife." He gently touched her little rabbit and nuzzled the tip of her nose with his nose.
On Tess's big bed in a foreign country, he snorted softly from the end of his nose. The guy who had just eaten not long ago seemed to be acting dishonestly again, always rubbing up and down.