The sunlight that enters the eyes wakes up the sleeping dream.
When Wen Sheng woke up, there was no trace of Fu Yanlin beside her, but there were traces of where he once lay, making Wen Sheng realize that they had spent a warm night last night.
Wen Sheng got out of bed barefoot, rubbed her eyes and went to the kitchen to get some water.
As soon as she left the room, she heard a slight noise coming from the kitchen. She walked forward in a daze and saw the tall man's back busy in front of the kitchen.
Fu Yanlin got up early in the morning, took a shower, and changed into a white T-shirt and casual shorts. He looked neat and fresh, handsome and handsome, very much at home.
The apartment has a very large and very bright floor-to-ceiling window. The morning light is just right at the moment. It is refracted through the glass and sprinkles on the ground, which is indescribably beautiful.
Wen Sheng was so moved by the scene in front of her that she squinted her eyes and raised the corners of her mouth.
She seems to have seen the future.
Fu Yanlin was frying the sun-cooked eggs. When the heat was almost done, he turned around and wanted to put the fried sun-cooked eggs into the dinner plate that had been arranged on the rock island table early in the morning. When he saw Wen Sheng leaning against the white wall and looking at him, he raised his eyebrows.
"Are you awake?"
Wen Sheng is wearing a milk silk suspender pajamas. The thin shoulder strap makes her collarbones look particularly beautiful, her neck is particularly slender, her skin is dazzlingly white, and her black hair hangs down on her shoulders, making her look lazy and cute.
She rubbed her eyes and walked forward, humming vaguely, then reached out and hugged Fu Yanlin's thin waist from behind.
Fu Yanlin's body is so hard.
It further highlights Wen Sheng's softness.
The silk fabric was so thin that it was better than nothing.
Fu Yanlin froze, feeling miserable and tortured this morning.
His Adam's apple rolled, and the next second, he suddenly turned around and picked up the limp Wen Sheng.
"Well..."
Fu Yanlin held her slender waist in his arms and lifted her up. The distance was very close. Wen Sheng could smell the clear scent of cedar on his body. Just that moment was enough to make her faint.
Before Wen Sheng could react, Fu Yanlin's thick slap landed on her buttocks punishingly.
"Well..."
Fu Yanlin asked angrily, "Who allowed you to come out without shoes? Huh?"
Wen Sheng pursed her lips and smiled, "I forgot, I'm used to it."
"Such a bad habit must be broken." Fu Yanlin said, placing her on the tabletop of the island.
The cushion underneath is a French pastoral-style floral apron that Zhu Qingjia purchased from the supermarket.
Probably because Fu Yanlin disliked it, so I didn't wear it today.
Wen Sheng hugged his neck and asked angrily, "Breakfast?"
"Well, wait a moment and fry some more salmon."
"Okay." Wen Sheng was sleepy and nodded drowsily.
Fu Yanlin was so soft-hearted that he picked up a blueberry from the dinner plate and brought it to Wen Sheng's lips. Wen Sheng subconsciously opened her mouth and swallowed the blueberry.
But she had her eyes closed in a daze, and when she opened her mouth to swallow the blueberry, she accidentally touched Fu Yanlin's finger.
The wet feeling on the tip of his tongue suddenly rolled over Fu Yanlin's fingers.
Like a feather, gently sweeping over the tip of his heart.
It's obviously accidental, but it's more exciting than doing it deliberately.
Fu Yanlin's throat rolled uncontrollably.
Wen Sheng didn't know it yet, swallowing the sweet and sour blueberries.
On a whim, Fu Yanlin put another raspberry to her lips.
Wen Sheng opened his mouth and swallowed as usual.
But the raspberries were sour and sweet. When she first took her mouth, the juice burst out. She couldn't help but frown and murmured delicately, "Well, it's so sour."
Fu Yanlin, however, stared at Wen Sheng's lips.
Her lip color is a light red, full and elastic, and her skin is white and so delicate that no pore can be seen, which makes her entire face bright and bright.
A wave of heat rushed through his heart, and Fu Yanlin felt a little hot.
Wen Sheng was really hungry. After a night of tossing, her stomach was empty. The two fruits Fu Yanlin fed were both sweet and sour and appetizing. Suddenly, she was full of greed, and her stomach began to sing. p>
She said delicately, "Fu Yanlin, I want more!"
Isn’t this causing trouble?
Fu Yanlin felt a lump in his throat, suppressing the urge to immediately knock the person down and commit a crime, and said in a muffled voice, "Yeah."
The sound was deep and lusty, like the sound of nature when the strings of a cello were plucked.
The next second, Fu Yanlin brought his lips to Wen Sheng's lips and pecked her gently. The moment Wen Sheng reacted and opened her eyes, he suddenly captured her lips and sucked and licked her affectionately.
"Um... Fu... Fu Yanlin... um..."
Wen Sheng's soft palm gently tapped his shoulder, and his words were swallowed up and came out intermittently.
Fu Yanlin finally stopped, grabbed Wen Sheng's hands and pressed them on his chest, lowered his head and stared at her, and said in a deep voice, "Didn't you say it was better?"
Everyone in Wen Sheng was dumbfounded, "That's not what I meant."
"It's not important," Fu Yanlin's eyes could kill people, "A Sheng, it was you who committed the foul first."
"..." Wen Sheng was confused.
She didn't do anything, right?
Sensing the entangled lust in Fu Yanlin's eyes, Wen Sheng asked in a sweet voice, "Fu Yanlin, don't you want to have breakfast?"
Fu Yanlin curled his lips with a wicked smile, "There's no rush."
"But I'm hungry."
"Yes." Fu Yanlin nodded, moved his lips up, and said in a heavy voice, "Then you eat me first."
Fu Yanlin felt that if it hadn't been for the beautiful morning light, he wouldn't have been able to control himself so much. Such a good time should always be more romantic.
So, he pinched Wen Sheng's chin, kissed it tenderly, and gradually drained Wen Sheng of her strength, asking her to lie softly on his chest, leading her to a better state, losing her ability to think.
The two of them never returned to the bedroom.
But the island platform is indeed quite hard.
Most of the time, it was Fu Yanlin who held her or stepped on his feet.
Wen Sheng especially regretted taking a shower after last night and putting on the nightgown newly sent by Zhu Qingjia. At that time, she only thought that the nightgown was made of silk fabric and was quite comfortable. She was so tired. A good-quality nightgown would help.
I did feel a little sexy when I was sleeping: V-shaped neckline, two thin shoulder straps that escaped the shoulders and crossed behind the back. Half of the back was exposed, and the length was a little below the knees, not too short.
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But look now, where is the nightgown here?
This is clearly a tool to induce people to commit crimes!
There is no need to take it off at all.
In the end, Wen Sheng really screamed for help from the sky and the earth. He could only shout Fu Yanlin, Fu Yanlin, please, over and over again.
But she obviously has a misunderstanding of the strength of men.
Even though the two talents communicated several times last night.
After Wen Sheng ended, Wen Sheng passed away from exhaustion.
After Fu Yanlin was satisfied, he carried Wen Sheng to the bedroom, carefully helped her clean up, then covered her with a quilt and returned to the kitchen.
But some people may not have the energy to have breakfast.
Fu Yanlin raised his lips and smiled a little proudly.