Neither of them was in a hurry to go deep, and the kiss was particularly tender. Little by little, they moved towards a more intense direction. When the kiss stopped, Ziyang couldn't help but fall into his arms.
Ziyang found that after soaking in the hot spring, her skin was particularly smooth, so she couldn't help but touch herself and Fu Hong's chest muscles, and then she felt very excited.
"How about we go have a snowball fight after we fill our stomachs?"
Fu Hong handed her the chopsticks: "Aren't you going to sit in front of the bed wrapped in a blanket and watch the snow?"
"I'm a woman, and women change very quickly. Now I want to have a snowball fight. When I've had enough, we can watch the snow again, and then wrap ourselves in sheets and sleep."
Fu Hong really couldn't do anything to her.
Suddenly he couldn't help pinching her red cheek: "Okay, I'll listen to you. You can do whatever you want, Madam above all else."
Two people, you chase each other.
In the snowy garden, their laughter and laughter are everywhere.
Ziyang didn't care about her little hands that were red from the cold. She squatted on the ground, rolled up a big snowball, and threw it at Fu Hong with all her strength.
Fu Hong ducked sideways.
Ziyang muttered harshly, then made another snowball and threw it at him unceremoniously. Fu Hong dodged again, and at the same time, the snowball in his hand hit Ziyang with neither weight nor weight.
Then, everyone rushed over and hugged her into a ball.
The two people accidentally fell down in the thick snow while holding each other.
Zi Yang screamed in surprise, and then she got into his arms, and the two of them rolled around in the snow without any hesitation.
The tinkling laughter filled this quiet world.
Fu Hong unbuttoned his coat, wrapped her whole body in it, and then turned over, with him on the bottom and her on top. He looked into her eyes carefully and asked tenderly: "Are you happy?"
Ziyang nodded fiercely: "Happy, very happy, haha..."
A smile that comes from the heart is always the most contagious.
Fu Hong put his arms around her waist, turned her over again, pressed her down, and touched her lips lightly. Then, the two of them started to kiss crazily in the snow.
There is a kind of happiness that is self-evident.
…
I don't know how long it took, but Ziyang changed into red coats one after another. Fu Hong and she competed in running. Whoever reaches the top of the hill first will take the initiative in playing bed games tonight.
Ziyang ran smoothly, Fu Hong was right next to her, keeping the same steps as her. Ziyang rolled her eyes, and Fu Hong smiled.
Come on... come on... come on...
In the romantic world, Ziyang rushed to the finish line panting, and then she jumped with excitement holding him in her arms.
"Haha, I'm here first, I'm here first, I'll wait for you tonight so I can take care of you."
Fu Hong kissed her: "What do you want, wife? I'm afraid..."
"Pepper water, leather whip... I will love you very much tonight." Ziyang was so proud that she almost forgot about herself.
"It turns out that my wife likes heavy flavors."
"That's it, that's it, I'll make you cry and beg me when the time comes." Ziyang's little tail almost reached the sky.
But at night, a certain woman just cried, "No more, no more, no more..."
"My wife, I haven't even used the pepper water or the leather whip yet," Fu Hong said with a mischievous smile while riding on her, looking at her blurry eyes.
Ziyang pouted: "This, next time, next time... wu wu... Husband, please spare my life..."
"Say something nice and I'll let you go if I'm satisfied."
"Yangyang is Honghong's good wife. Honghong loves Yangyang, Honghong loves Yangyang, Honghong...well...Yangyang loves Honghong..."