When Si Yiyan reached the words in his mouth, he immediately swallowed in his throat again, and was silent.

Wen Wenya looked at the faint blue beard on Si Yiyan's chin, she couldn't believe that such a small hair follicle actually had such a strong lethality, but ...... Si Yiyan's chin is blue, but it looks quite sexy, and it makes his jaw line hard.

Si Yiyan's body was a little stiff, but he was at the mercy of the little woman: "Baby, your man's face depends on you, so you must be careful, don't let people think that our relationship is not going well and there is domestic violence." ”

"Still talking poor......" Wen Wenya glared at him.

There is also domestic violence, which is really good for him to associate that domestic violence must first be established in the marital relationship established by the husband and wife, and the relationship between them is now just an ordinary boyfriend and girlfriend relationship.

Although he has always emphasized that they are in a relationship as an unmarried couple, even this cannot hide that they are not publicly engaged.

Although, most of the time, Si Yiyan likes to call her Mrs., no matter how loud she is, it can't hide their unjustified boyfriend and girlfriend relationship.

Si Yiyan felt that the blade on his cheek was a little heavier, and he really didn't dare to speak anymore, looking at the focused and serious little woman in front of him, the face reflected in the clear pupils, only his existence was at this moment.

The cheeks and jaw, the cold blade scraped through, and a subtle "rustle" sound was found, and the soft little hands slid over the cheeks from time to time, gentle as a feather lightness, a feeling of satisfaction, and a sour bulge in the heart.

Si Yiyan thought, this is probably the taste of happiness.

Wen Wenya felt very grateful for his honesty, and at first it was a little uncomfortable, but she quickly adapted to the rhythm, and the razor and beard made a small "rustle" sound, which made it even more warm.

Wen Wenya twitched Si Yiyan's cheeks from time to time, carefully examining the effect of his own scraping.

Si Yiyan was very cooperative, and she fiddled with it.

Wen Wenya's hands were steady and fast, and she quickly shaved Si Yiyan's beard, looking at the restored white jaw, Wen Wenya suddenly gave birth to a sense of achievement, and kissed Si Yiyan's jaw.

Then, she held Si Yiyan's cheek in front of the mirror, and invited credit quite proudly: "How about it, my skills are good, the first time I shaved your beard, I shaved it so clean and perfect." ”

In fact, when she shaved Si Yiyan's beard, her heart was far from being as calm as she appeared, her hands were steady, and in the face of Si Yiyan's perfect jaw line, she was actually quite stressed, and she was quite nervous in her heart, so she was afraid of hurting Si Yiyan.

The razor used by Si Yiyan is sharper than the razor bought on the market, so the whole process, Wen Wenya is almost all restless, and the palm of the shaver can't help but have fine sweat stains.

Fortunately, it didn't hurt Si Yiyan's face, otherwise Si Yiyan would really not be able to see anyone.

Si Yiyan rubbed his warm and elegant cheeks with his jaw, and said in a low voice: "Baby, you are awesome!" ”

In fact, during this time, he didn't shave so diligently, and he wasn't so clean, and he had more or less some men's bad roots and bad tastes in his heart.

When the affection lingered, when his blue jaw, with the aggression unique to men, invaded her tender body inch by inch, looking at this strong, aggressive contact because he couldn't bear it, whimpering and begging for mercy, helpless to dodge, sensitive and trembling, and curly when he shrunk, he couldn't help but hug her and love her wantonly.

He also knew that his bluish jaw was quite difficult for her, and she wanted to end this kind of sex game after a few days, but she didn't expect it, so she developed a boudoir interest this morning.

"I think so too." The skin that had just been shaved was not very good to the touch, slightly with a hint of roughness, rubbing against her delicate skin, but it was not half uncomfortable, but there was an itch, as if it rubbed into her heart all of a sudden.

Si Yiyan kept rubbing his shaved chin against his warm and elegant cheeks and neck, and his heart was full of joy.

His happy mood naturally infected Wen Wenya, Si Yiyan rarely had such strong and exposed emotions, which made Wen Wenya very happy, so she was willing to please him: "I have decided, in the future, I will shave your beard in the future, and it will be listed as the pleasure of the boudoir between us." ”

Si Yiyan put on makeup and curled her hair for her thrush, and she sewed clothes for Si Yiyan, cooked and shaved her hair, so it was fair!

Si Yiyan hugged Wen Wen Ya and said with joy: "Baby, you are really my delicate baby!" ”

Since it is a boudoir pleasure, it means that it will be practiced often.

This made Si Yiyan very happy.

"What is Petite Baby used for?" Wen Wenya sat on the sink, swaying her legs and asked in a delicate voice.

"It's used to hurt, it's used to love~" Si Yiyan hugged her and said in a low voice.

It's only been two lifetimes to meet such a rare baby, what should I do if I don't hurt it, pet it, and love it?

Wen Wen Ya grinned.

"Verify the fruits of your labor." After speaking, Si Yiyan took her lips in her mouth, sucking aggressively, her soft and flexible thick tongue gently pushed against her lips and teeth, hooking her small tongue and intertwining fiercely, **** The lips were tender and tender, and the burning breath blended with her snort.

The smooth jaw line was tightly pressed against her, without the annoying hard burrs that irritated the pain during the kissing in the past two days, which made her want to dodge, and some only had the fit when the lips and jaws were against each other, and she was faintly aware of what he meant by verifying the fruits of labor.

Whether the stubble is shaved clean or not can only be known by deep contact.

After a kiss, Si Yiyan's thick tongue slowly crossed the tender lips and landed on her chin: "Do you want to pierce it?" ”

"Don't tie it!" Wen Wenya gasped and gasped, her cheeks were bright, like a begonia after the rain, the bright color was boundless, her eyes were blurred and rippling, and her lips were delicate like Furong Chenglu.

Si Yiyan smiled: "Madam, you really have a good beard!" ”

"Prizes, prizes!" Wen Wen Ya is rarely modest, but if you ignore her flying eyebrows.

Si Yiyan hugged Wen Wenya's waist and said: "Xinya, when I reach the age of forty, I will pretend to be a strict father, and you will pretend to be a loving mother with your hair, and then tie your hair with your beard and love each other for a lifetime, okay?" ”

In ancient times, men paid more attention to grooming, but the children of some families could only grow beards after they were over 30 years old, which means that they should settle down and start a business, be filial to their fathers and sons, prosper their families, and be harmonious with their husbands and wives.

Wen Wenya whispered: "Okay! ”

She couldn't help but think about what Si Yiyan would look like after she was over forty, what she would look like when she grew a beard, and whether she looked like a strict father or not.