She certainly didn't know that in front of him, she didn't have to do anything, but just stayed beside him quietly. He was already satisfied with everything.
The others were done by him.
He dragged her in front of herself, turned over and pressed her, and stroked her face gently: "Whatever you want, tell me, I said, as long as you think, as long as I can!"
Xia Yuman's eyes had a faint mist, and her heart was rushed by the warmth and pampering of the man. She looked up at him, affectionate and enthusiastic.
He said, just want to be her husband, just want to be her child's father!
She didn't speak, but used action to convey her voice. She stepped forward and kissed his lips. Next second, she was severely pressed by a man with heavy breathing.
Get together.
At this point, the best way they can soothe each other is the most primitive emotional communication between men and women in the world.
Hug, kiss light, occupy-yes, Suo-take ...
It's a moment!
Nympho
In the early morning, a touch of glow was squeezed into the room from the gap between the curtains.
Xia Yu Orange was awake. If it was before, she was tossed in the middle of the night by the wind, and she couldn't wake up in the early morning.
I do n’t know if she is admitting, or she ’s really uneasy. She even has half of my time when she is awake.
But she didn't dare to move, and she didn't dare to open her eyes, fearing that the man who hugged him tightly from behind would be awakened by her breath.
"Wake up?" Behind her, a hot breath was attached to her sensitive-sense of neck, "It's so enthusiastic last night, isn't it tired?"
The dull and low voice carrying the power of being bewildered, light and soft, but it can move people's hearts.
She looked at him side by side, the handsome look, her eyes dull, and the corner of her mouth raised, as if she saw the cherry blossoms in March.
Nympho
The Barcelona shrouded in the morning light is like a silent beautiful landscape painting.
Still in the restaurant opposite the bar, or that position, Xia Yu Orange ate Spanish fritters, and looked down at the newspaper.
"Well, how many languages do you have?"
Feng Yan put down the newspaper in his hand and thought about it: "Not many, only seven or eight ..."
She is so kind and simple, but he doesn't want her to know that all his ability is to let his enemies die in front of him.
To put it plainly, one more skill, there is one more challenge capital and ability to escape.
Xia Yuman looked at him in surprise: "God, my future husband is the legendary school hegemony?"
"You looked at me like this, I said that the pressure was under a lot!" He smiled easily, took the milk and drank a few mouthfuls, "Have you eaten it? Eat it, we are going back!"
As soon as I heard a few words, her eyes flashed, but then they understood again. He pointed to the small hotel. In the moment, the expression was dim.
Leaving the restaurant and walking in a secluded alley, Xia Yumei felt that there seemed to be 100,000 in his mind.
She turned her head subconsciously and glanced at the man around her. The most worried thing in her heart was because she believed in Lu Licheng and brought him a disaster.
Feng Yan seemed to see through her mind, and the little hand he held was a little cold.
"Orange Orange, I am your man, so even if it is involved, that's my responsibility and responsibility." After that, he released her hand, her arms around her neck, holding her tightly
Then, then
Barcelona is a famous tourist city, and except for three meals a day, they are basically spent in the huts.