Su Wanqing felt that she had had an unreal dream. In the dream, the boy she loved most held her in his arms and took her to experience the wonders of going to heaven together.
She moved her body slightly, her long eyelashes trembled slightly, and she opened her somewhat hazy eyes. She was lying on her side, tightly held in his arms, and the lower half of her body still maintained the intercourse position.
A part of his body was still attached and refused to come out. The whole night, the two of them were one. Luo Xichen hugged her in an extremely arrogant and gentle manner.
Su Wanqing's waist took a step back, and something soft flowed out from her bottom. Then, wet and sticky liquid slowly flowed out along the groove of her legs due to this movement.
That subtle, sour feeling made her blush, her ears red, and her face burned up.
Luo Xichen was sleeping lightly, and her little movement woke him up. He opened his eyes, stared at her with ice-blue eyes, and raised his thin lips: "Honey, are you awake?"
"Yes." Su Wanqing nodded. His affectionate name made her a little uncomfortable.
Luo Xichen frowned slightly, obviously dissatisfied with her less than enthusiastic response. He stretched out his long arm and pulled her to his side again, and the two of them were close to each other.
He lowered his head, there was a fire in his ice eyes, and his voice was hoarse: "At this time, your answer should be - Good morning, husband."
"Ugh..." The blush on Su Wanqing's face became heavier and heavier. She was not used to calling each other using words like husband and wife.
"What? Don't you want to?" Luo Xichen's eyes narrowed in displeasure, "We have already sworn an oath, exchanged rings, done what we should do, and what we shouldn't do. Could it be that my wife, you
Any other ideas?"
"No..." She became more and more at a loss. How could he transform into a big bad wolf overnight?
"No? Humph." Luo Xichen smiled, holding her waist with one big hand, and made the other hand hesitantly move down her graceful back, "It seems that someone has a lot of forgetfulness.
, I need to let her review what a 'husband' is!"
His big hands slid under her buttocks, and forcefully spread her two thin, white and tender thighs. From the side angle, a proud weapon stood out, thrust forward, and drove straight in.
"Ah——" Su Wanqing exclaimed, feeling the fullness of his whole body. How could he just do what he said?
Because of the wetness and stickiness underneath, he was able to rush to the bottom smoothly. Last night, because of her tenderness and her screams of pain, his movements were extremely gentle and he ended himself as early as possible.
Luo Xichen lowered his head, leaned against her ear, bit her ear and said hoarsely: "Look, how compatible we are. There is no one more suitable than us in the world. It's like you were born for me."
."
As he spoke, he moved forward heavily, feeling her incomparable wrapping and the fatal sucking of her small mouth below.
He raised one of her legs from the side, with fire shooting out of his eyes, and his movements were fast and furious, never ending.
"Wan Qing, remember, you are my woman."
From now on, he not only wants her heart to remember it, but also her body. He wants her body to only be familiar with his movements, only to adapt to his rhythm, and only to dance for his swaying
, only crazy for his ferocity... Su Wanqing felt that she had had an unreal dream. In the dream, the boy she loved most held her in his arms and took her to experience the beauty of going to heaven together.
She moved her body slightly, her long eyelashes trembled slightly, and she opened her somewhat hazy eyes. She was lying on her side, tightly held in his arms, and the lower half of her body still maintained the intercourse position.
A part of his body was still attached and refused to come out. The whole night, the two of them were one. Luo Xichen hugged her in an extremely arrogant and gentle manner.
Su Wanqing's waist took a step back, and something soft flowed out from her bottom. Then, wet and sticky liquid slowly flowed out along the groove of her legs due to this movement.
That subtle, sour feeling made her blush, her ears red, and her face burned up.
Luo Xichen was sleeping lightly, and her little movement woke him up. He opened his eyes, stared at her with ice-blue eyes, and raised his thin lips: "Honey, are you awake?"
"Yes." Su Wanqing nodded. His affectionate name made her a little uncomfortable.
Luo Xichen frowned slightly, obviously dissatisfied with her less than enthusiastic response. He stretched out his long arm and pulled her to his side again, and the two of them were close to each other.
He lowered his head, there was a fire in his ice eyes, and his voice was hoarse: "At this time, your answer should be - Good morning, husband."
"Ugh..." The blush on Su Wanqing's face became heavier and heavier. She was not used to calling each other using words like husband and wife.
"What? Don't you want to?" Luo Xichen's eyes narrowed in displeasure, "We have already sworn an oath, exchanged rings, done what we should do, and what we shouldn't do. Could it be that my wife, you
Any other ideas?"
"No..." She became more and more at a loss. How could he transform into a big bad wolf overnight?
"No? Humph." Luo Xichen smiled, holding her waist with one big hand, and made the other hand hesitantly move down her graceful back, "It seems that someone has a lot of forgetfulness.
, I need to let her review what a 'husband' is!"
His big hands slid under her buttocks, and forcefully spread her two thin, white and tender thighs. From the side angle, a proud weapon stood out, thrust forward, and drove straight in.
"Ah——" Su Wanqing exclaimed, feeling the fullness of his whole body. How could he just do what he said?
Because of the wetness and stickiness underneath, he was able to rush to the bottom smoothly. Last night, because of her tenderness and her screams of pain, his movements were extremely gentle and he ended himself as early as possible.
Luo Xichen lowered his head, leaned against her ear, bit her ear and said hoarsely: "Look, how compatible we are. There is no one more suitable than us in the world. It's like you were born for me."
."
As he spoke, he moved forward heavily, feeling her incomparable wrapping and the fatal sucking of her small mouth below.
He raised one of her legs from the side, with fire shooting out of his eyes, and his movements were fast and furious, never ending.
"Wan Qing, remember, you are my woman."
From now on, he not only wants her heart to remember it, but also her body. He wants her body to only be familiar with his movements, only to adapt to his rhythm, and only to dance for his swaying