He didn't answer, but the movement of his hand was particularly wanton, and the stroking turned into rubbing, and he didn't go any further, and she didn't ask again, and the hand on her knee fell to pinch one of the cushions.

The wave of heat created by the palm of his hand made her try her best to convert the voice that wanted to overflow from her mouth into a breath, and she did not dare to make any sound, and her grandmother's room was under the attic.

The chest was cold, the pajamas she was wearing today were the kind of fabric with an extremely soft texture, and the buttons of her pajamas were particularly easy to loosen, Mu Youen hurriedly opened her eyes, and what she touched at a glance was her corset with a strawberry pattern, and sure enough, the buttons of her pajamas loosened themselves.

A shadow hung over her face, and An Tuohai's body approached her, his gaze falling on her corset.

It's bad now, Mu Youen has the urge to slap his head and be angry: tell you to wear such childish things, tell you to wear these childish things!

Senna said that it is taboo for women to wear the kind of patterned corset, because the messy patterns will make men lose their appetite at a critical moment.

He wanted to button the loose button, but his hand was held in the palm of his hand as soon as it came to his chest, and his voice was hoarse: "Can you?" Well? ”

Still immersed in remorse, she couldn't react a little when she heard this: "Ah...... Expand? ”

"I'll be careful!" The voice couldn't be lower.

Feeling the meaning behind these words, Mu Youen's face turned red in an instant, last night was Saturday, just another day... He was afraid that she would not be able to bear him.

Not daring to look at him she nodded, his gasping was a little heavier, let go of her hand and took off the hairpin that held her hair in place, the hair fell loosely, he carefully arranged her hair to the back, his fingers went down a little down the sideburns and gently brushed from her earlobe, and then down the neck, stopping at the third button that did not fall off, unfastened, and only when his fingers were about to untie the fourth one did Mu Youen realize something.

"Do you want to be here?" Her head hung lower.

"Hmm" came from his snort with a soft sound.

The fourth button was unbuttoned, and the extremely soft pajamas slipped gently off the shoulders and hung softly around her waist, and he leaned a little closer to her, her towering position almost against his chest, the strawberry-patterned bodice covering two-thirds of her breasts.

At this time, Mu Youen was a little happy, so she was still a little expected, mainly because of her thin waist, which made her originally not very big breasts set off a very sense of proportion, that is, the big place should be big and the small place should be small, so when she went to the bathhouse, Senna would say something: Mu Youen, you surprised me.

Even though she tried very hard not to make herself look so exaggerated, the third that was not covered was still rising and falling violently, showing snow white, his slender hand was covered with it, paused for a moment to find the hidden button of the corset, and gently picked the corset and fell off the floor, almost when the corset fell off, Mu Youen blocked his chest with his hand, and the other hand subconsciously pulled his own hair, and pulled the hair hanging behind his back to the right shoulder, her hair was neither long nor short just to the chest.

He rubbed his lips sideways over her left earlobe, gently swallowed it, and smoothed the hand that was on her back Mu Youen wanted to lie down, and when he realized her mind, he whispered in her ear: "Youen, I want to ......"

Next, he uses actions to tell sù his thoughts.

He leaned back against the attic wall and held her waist with his hands, his eyes were focused, her cheeks were almost dripping blood, she sat on top of him and rested her hands on his shoulders, the hair collected on one side covered her breasts, the other side was unobstructed, the top one gently rubbed against his chest, the dim wall lamp only reached that place to form a circle of light, the others were hidden in the shadows, her open legs were from his waist on either side, in a half-kneeling position.

Now, she was extremely nervous, she had never done this before, and An Tuohai had never asked for this, because of the nervousness she did not follow the next steps, even if she was already stiff as iron against her, even if she wanted him to enter her, but her body kept shaking.

Resisting her was tougher than ever, so strong that she wanted to back down.

"Tuo...... "She's pitiful."

If it were normal, An Tuohai would definitely let go of her at this time, but tonight's An Tuohai was a little different from usual, and she felt that he didn't want to give up at all.

He gently rubbed the tip of her nose with the tip of his nose, little by little along the contour of her side face, little by little rubbing away the hair that fell on her chest, until all the two points were exposed in front of him, his fingers to get the one on one side, and his lips to hold the other one, sucking, gentle force.

As if, they hadn't experienced such a moment yet, she closed her eyes, her heart stopped trembling, she was no longer afraid, her body was sucked into water, and then she began to be bewitched by that voice.

"Well, sit down."

His jeans and magazines were on the side, the corner of the cushion showed a corner of her strawberry corset, his hair still smelled of shampoo, the T-shirt he wore still smelled of laundry detergent, her hair had been pulled behind her back, a little short hanging down her face, the nightdress was still loosely resting on her waist, and she was tightly connected to him under the nightdress.

It hurt to go in just now, he was stronger than ever before she had feared, and the strength made her uncomfortable, and he kissed her from the lip flap to the collarbone to the earlobe, and used body language to soothe her.

When he sat on him and moved for the first time, Mu Youen had a very stupid idea, you must know that the ceiling in the attic is very low, what if she hits her head.

In fact, she really thinks too much.

When the little white rabbit on her chest jumped faster and faster, nothing happened what she was worried about, but she was really tired, but she was more greedy, the happiness of drowning people, and that happiness also contained a self-proof mentality: Tuo, you see, I am not a crystal glass that shatters when touched, and I can do a lot of difficult actions like many women.

It's just that one day when she secretly revealed her difficult movements to Senua, the woman couldn't stand up with a straight laugh.

This one happened in the attic. It ended at the cost of her almost fainting under him, and it turned out that the doctor's words were still backed by science.

At last, she lay down on the floor and took him, he put a cushion under her waist, his rhythm was more reckless than ever, she gritted her teeth and wrapped her legs around his waist to prevent the crying "Ato" from slipping out of her mouth, and several times she almost lost her armor as he sprinted.

Finally, the hot liquid landed in the deepest part of her body.

His whole body lay on top of her, and she whimpered: Ato.

His "Ato" frightened him, and she grabbed him hard when he tried to call, and then, he understood, he wrapped his blanket around her body and carried her to the bathroom.

Mu Youen breathed a sigh of relief when his body touched the warm water source, and if An Tuohai called the doctor, she would be embarrassed.

In the end, Mu Youen used the only strength to touch An Tuohai's face full of self-reproach and said, "I'll just take a break." ”

Actually, what Mu Youen wanted to say to An Tuohai was that he was sorry.

An Tuohai used all his savings on her, An Tuohai could only ask her once a week, and An Tuohai still couldn't have a little guy who looked like him for a long time.

The doctor told her that due to her health, she would not have a chance of conceiving for at least the next five years.

Her "I'm sorry" didn't come out, but An Tuohai said to her, "I'm sorry." ”

"I'm sorry, I knew ......," his voice was full of self-reproach.

Mu Youen stretched out his hand and blocked An Tuohai's mouth.

The warm water made her sleepy, and in a daze, her body was scooped up from the water and fell into another warm cotton mattress, and in a daze, she heard An Tuohai talking to her, the voice was very small, as if it was only heard in her ears.

"Only then do I dare to call you that."

What are you called, what are you called? Mu Youen thought vaguely.

In the middle of the night, the room in the southwest of the house halfway up the mountain still revealed a little light, and there was only a small night light in the room, and the mistress of the room was lying on the bed, and the mistress of the room was sleeping with a pale face, and sitting beside her was the man of the house, who carefully wiped the mistress with a towel, and occasionally he would say something to her, and he spoke very quietly as if he was afraid of being heard.

Finally, her hair was dry, he looked down and kissed her forehead gently, and then left the room, closed the door to the room, and he went to the living room and turned off the TV.

The door to the left of the living room has a square space, the wooden staircase is close to the wall, and he comes to the attic along the stairs, which is always neat on weekdays, which will look a little messy, the carpet has deviated from its original position, and the books on the top bookshelf have fallen on the ground, and the cushions are also littered.

He bent over, the books were put back in their place, the carpet was pulled to the center of the attic, the cushions were neatly placed on the wall, and the strawberry-patterned bodice and pants in the corners were placed in the laundry basket.

Finally, his eyes fell on the stack of magazines with Chinese and English subtitles, there were five of them, and he pulled out the third one and put it in the laundry basket without reading it, and then he took the laundry basket and went down to the attic.

The laundry basket was left in the bathroom, the magazine taken down from the attic was in his hand, and a small object fell from the magazine, and he picked up the small object that fell at his feet, which was a silver bronzing famous product, the famous product is bilingual in Chinese and English, and the owner's Chinese name is called Kashiwahara embroidery.

His fingers flicked the famous piece, he smiled mischievously, put it in his pocket, and he took the magazine to the yard.

Looking at the magazine, his gaze was disgusted.

The sound of a lighter sounded in the quiet of the night, the flames of the burning pages imprinted on his face, and the night wind from the south added fuel to the fire.

It is vaguely recognizable that it is a prestigious medical journal on the cover that has not been burned, and authoritative experts will publish their medical concepts in this magazine, and those ideas sound like a wild night talk to the ears of some ordinary people, and most of them forget after listening to them, after all, those are too far away from their lives, but they find that within a few years, those ideas they think are wild and night talk have been realized and used in life.

"Miracles happen every day in this world." Those who are strong in heart believe in such truths.

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