Looking at the woman who is becoming more and more petty, Zhao Jingan does not hate it, but feels more and more at ease, and his heart is more and more happy.

will show such an appearance in front of him, which shows that she has no barrier to him, and she can show him her truest side anytime and anywhere, no longer like before, a word, an action, and everywhere is alienated.

After drinking the cup of tea in his hand, he moved the whole table to the side, and with a big hand, he took the woman who was fascinated by it into his arms.

The unique feminine fragrance and the softness of the body made Zhao Jingan only feel that his blood was surging.

"Is it pretty?" looked down at the woman in his arms, his eyes were full of warmth, and his big hand holding his thin waist was caressing from time to time.

was so caught off guard and stunned, his eyes met the dark deep eyes, as if he was fascinated, his hand couldn't help but be raised, and he touched the handsome face with clear carvings, "It's not as good-looking as you!" ”

didn't expect Yan Rumeng to answer like this, Zhao Jing'an raised her eyebrows, and held her big hand a little tighter, very satisfied in her heart.

The face slowly approached, the big hand propped up the soft body, and the other big palm covered the small hand on his face, the sweet breath rushed, and the heat of the whole body surged in one direction.

"Close your eyes!"

The lips touched, the feminine breath was blocked, kneading and sucking, and the unprecedented feeling brought the smoke like a dream to a place where countless soft clouds seemed to float.

The whole body is soft, without a little force, and the body is like this swaying boat, blooming gorgeous flowers in countless impacts.

The next day, when Yan Rumeng woke up, he found that he had returned to his room.

Glancing around the room, I found that she was the only one left, and the good mood of getting up early suddenly disappeared.

Pulling the quilt, I wanted to arch my legs, but I found that there was still a faint pain between my legs.

I lowered my head, pulled the quilt a little, and looked inside, and there were scars that had scabbed, as well as the new 'scars' from yesterday, and there was hardly a place on my body that was absent.

I was shy and surprised at the bottom of my heart, so I dedicated myself to it?

His head arched under the quilt and he screamed.

In the end, when he found that no one was coming, a sense of loss welled up in his heart, and he hammered the quilt and shouted angrily: "Bastard, bastard! ”

It was gone early in the morning, and she looked like this, so how dare she let the maid come in to serve.

After screaming a few times, I heard the door squeak open, and when I looked out, wasn't it the person I thought was gone?

There is still a bowl in his hand, he is full of energy, and his spirit looks better than ever.

"Muttering about what?" Placing the bowl on the table and sitting down next to the edge of the bed, "I see you haven't woken up yet, so you've just been out of the bush for a while." ”

The big hand grabbed the hand of the smoke like a dream, slowly slipped between his legs, his eyes were soft, and his voice was hoarse, "Does it still hurt?" ”

Looking up at the fiery eyes, as if they were going to eat her, their heads were lowered and their faces flushed at a visible rate.

"The wound doesn't hurt anymore." I knew he was talking about something else, but I was embarrassed to say that.

Does this person want to ask so directly? Can't you just be a little more restrained?

"But I still hurt."

What does he hurt? Raising his head, he looked at the man in front of him with a little doubt.

Zhao Jing'an saw that she didn't understand, and pointed to his shoulder with a smile, "It hurts here!" ”

That shoulder was bitten yesterday when she couldn't stand it!

"Boom" looked like he was about to explode, and now even his body was red, and he hit him on the shoulder with one hand, and said angrily: "Yes!" ”

"Yes, yes! The peony flower dies, and the ghost is also romantic. ”

"Indecent!" Hit again, and looked at the man in front of him angrily, this man would say such a thing?

The hand was caught, and it was met with warm eyes, "Okay, don't bother you, come, drink this soup." As he spoke, he brought the bowl on the table next to him in front of Yan Rumeng.

"What kind of soup is this?" Looking at this jet-black color, I intuitively felt that this soup was very bitter.

"Sea clam cuttlefish soup, nourishing the body." Took a spoon and scooped it to Yan Rumeng, "Drink!" It's not bitter, I've tasted it. ”

Glancing at the soup in the spoon, he wrung his eyebrows, opened his mouth, and drank it.

The thin eyebrows were released, I didn't lie to her this time, it was sweet and delicious.

"Jing'an, I'm in good health, why did you suddenly think of getting me tonic soup?" After taking two sips in a row, I felt that I couldn't drink it anymore, and there was a faint unpleasant smell of medicine in the sweetness.

"I heard Mama say that after a woman is the first time, she should be nourishing." When he said that, Yan Rumeng saw that there was a trace of shame on Najun's face, and there was a suspicious flush that could not be detected.

Imagining the face of the cold Zhao Jing'an twisting like a little woman to ask her grandmother about that kind of thing, Yan Rumeng couldn't help but want to laugh.

Holding back a smile, he took another sip, "Then you cooked this soup?" Or is it cooked by Mama? ”

Being stared at unnaturally, Zhao Jingan put the bowl in Yan Rumeng's hand, "Drink it yourself!" As he spoke, he glanced elsewhere.

"But I don't have the strength in my hands." Judging by the man's appearance, he must have cooked this soup.

Thinking about it, when I look at this jet-black soup again, I feel that it is particularly pleasing to the eye.

"Then don't ask anything else." The voice is calm, with a straight face, and a serious one.

Even so, he took the bowl in his hand and fed it spoonful by spoonful.

Yan Rumeng didn't say much, drinking the sweet soup, his heart also felt sweet, his eyes were half-squinted, looking at the unskilled feeding method of the man in front of him.

But he was very clever, and after a few attempts, he mastered the method, and before bringing the soup closer, he would blow lightly, and then let the smoke drink like a dream.

In addition to his father and mother, he didn't even have the three elder brothers.

I can't help it, maybe that's it, so before getting married, there is nothing to be sad about losing my body, but it's just a little early.

After all the soup was drunk, Zhao Jingan put down the bowl, held the cigarette in one hand like a dream, skimmed the scattered clothes out of the corner of his eyes, slid his throat up and down, and swallowed a few mouthfuls of saliva silently.

"Rest a little longer, and get up later." As he spoke, he picked up the loose clothes.

Yan Rumeng was not as good as he wanted, his body shook, his clothes were more open than just now, and he looked at the man in front of him with a smirk at the end.

The man's eyes sank, revealing a certain firelight, and the strength of his hand increased, and he pressed his entire soft body tightly against himself, and said in a hoarse voice, "Don't make trouble!" Good life resting! ”

Zhilu said that he endured it, and Yan Rumeng didn't dare to tease him anymore, so he stayed in his arms obediently, and after a while, he felt that the strength of hugging himself loosened a little.