Tian Junhao did it himself and wiped An Ying's body affectionately, with a smile of enjoyment and heat wafting on the corners of his lips.
Lingering, Tian Junhao's beautiful male body is so wonderful that An Ying can't take his eyes away.
"Is your husband good-looking?" Tian Junhao smiled proudly as An Ying's eyes became increasingly blurry.
She nodded infatuatedly, her mind was full of obscene images, and her little hands were already restlessly touching Tian Junhao's body.
"What have you done today?" Tian Junhao gently stroked An Ying's smooth body, stroked her wet long hair, and kissed her gently.[
An Ying was so confused by him that her body was almost entangled with him.
"Listening to songs, watching movies, walking around, Hao, I'm so bored." An Ying told the truth, she didn't see anyone around him all day, and she didn't know how to pass the time except watching movies.
The hierarchy here is so strict. She wanted to get along with the maids, but they were so respectful to her that she couldn't get along with them at all.
Two words: boring!
An Ying rolled her eyes and thought: Will she have to live this kind of life in the future? Within a few days, she began to miss modern life.
And that Yiyi has no loyalty at all. He doesn’t come to the palace to accompany her. They all come from modern times. Doesn’t she feel bored?
Little did she know that Yiyi was going crazy playing in Xuanjie, and she was the only one who stayed in the palace like a fool, infested with insects.
"How about I take you out for a walk tomorrow to see the markets in the imperial city?" Tian Junhao frowned. His woman felt bored. That was definitely because his husband was not doing well.
"Really? Wow! I like it!" An Ying stood up, held Tian Junhao's face in her hands, and kissed her fiercely.
Suddenly, she pushed Tian Junhao's face ten feet away with her hands, holding her mouth and said: "Hao, I want a love letter!"
I watched a movie today, in which the male pig's trotter wrote a love letter to the female pig's trotter, which moved her to pieces. At that time, she thought: Humph, I'm not extremely envious and hate you. Wait until night, and ask my man to write it to me too.
Love letter, hum!
No, as soon as I thought about it, I said the wind was like the rain.
"What? You want me to write love poems?" Tian Junhao looked at her funny and shook his head: "I'm so old and I'm still writing love poems, so I won't do it!"