ICP record number: Xiang B2-20100081-3 Internet Publishing Qualification Certificate: Xinchu Network License (Xiang) Zi No. 11 Network Culture Business License: Wen Wangwen [2010] No. 128

It's easier to please your own wife than to please your son.

Bei Shuihan immediately stood up, "Good madam! ”

"Don't go!" Lady Qingyou turned her face to the side.

"What a ghost!"

"If you don't go, you won't go!" Mrs. Qingyou turned again.

Bei Shuihan walked up to her and helped her gently pinch her shoulder, "Madame must be tired from handling the marriage these days, I will help you rub your shoulders and relieve your fatigue ......"

Over the years, Bei Shui Han has ever flattered her like this, not to mention, it is about Beichen, Mrs. Qingyou, who is a mother, naturally she will not really care, so she immediately went down the steps, "It's okay if you want me to go, you have to help me do things these days!" ”

"As long as Mrs. can say it, Shui Han will go to the soup and go to the fire, and she will not hesitate." Bei Shui Han immediately gave loyalty.

Mrs. Qingyou glanced at him, and took out the medicine bottle, "You don't need to go to the soup and fire, just help me apply the medicine." ”

"Madame is sick?" Bei Shui Han frowned worriedly.

"Illness is also angry with you!" Mrs. Qingyou stood up, "It's not a serious illness, it's just that I have dry breath and tightness in my chest at night, my hands and feet are hot, and I can't sleep all the time." ”

Bei Shuihan was a little relieved, and his eyes fell on the medicine bottle in his hand, "What kind of medicine is this?" ”

"The girl with purple pupils gave it to me, saying that it was ** my disease." Mrs. Qingyou walked to the inner room, "You come with me and help me put it on, it will have an effect." ”

Bei Shuihan was worried about her body, so he hurriedly followed her in, helped her lie on the bed, and Mrs. Qingyou taught him the method according to what Zitong said.

Opening the bottle and pouring some medicinal powder into his hand, Bei Shuihan carefully picked up the placket of her clothes, put the palm of his hand on her waist, and applied it carefully, in order to increase the potion, he also applied it very specifically.

The smooth skin under his palm, which felt like grease, was painted and painted, and the evil fire in his heart was also painted.

The palm of her hand naturally slid from her side and stroked towards the side.

The two sides have not been intimate for a long time, and Mrs. Qingyou's body is naturally extremely sensitive, and her heart is also dry, feeling his restless fingers, she just pretends not to be aware.

Beishui Han was afraid that Mrs. Qingyou would be angry at the beginning, and he didn't dare to overstep it, seeing that she didn't reprimand, he let go of his hands and feet, and stretched out his big hand from her side, and his body hung down and reached her neck.

"You'er, you're so fragrant!"

Mrs. Qingyou grabbed his palm, and the person got up, "Let you apply the medicine, what are you okay to smell nonsense?" ”

She reprimanded softly, and there was real anger in her tone, but her tone was soft, her posture seemed to be coquettish, a pair of eyes, full of water, just flirtatious.

Bei Shuihan could still hold it, just hugged her waist, put his hands together, and kissed her lips.

Madame Qingyou struggled reluctantly, and her arm reached over and wrapped it around his neck.

……

After some affection, the two hugged each other and leaned on the pillow, Bei Shuihan was worried about her body, "Your body, is it really okay?" ”

Mrs. Qingyou took a light breath, "I seem to feel much better now, is this girl's medicine really so effective?" ”

Bei Shuihan took the medicine bottle suspiciously, carefully sent it to the end of his nose and sniffed it.

"This ...... This one...... Isn't this a acacia dew?! ”

"What?!"

Mrs. Qingyou took the medicine bottle and sniffed it carefully, sure enough, it was very similar to the fragrance of the acacia dew, but it was not so strong, no wonder, she couldn't help it just now.

PS: That's it