The experience of the previous life made Song Chuyi believe that if you want to live well, you should put away the overflowing meaningless affection, and learn to be a proper housewife in a down-to-earth manner, don't look forward to it, don't ask for more, and you won't be disappointed. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

She did exactly that, until she met Zhou Weizhao.

She stopped where she was and didn't dare to go, she couldn't wake up from the nightmare, so he approached her step by step and completely freed her from the nightmare of the previous life.

The oath she originally made became empty talk in an instant, and her heart seemed to be out of her control, but the more she was out of control, the more uneasy she became, she was far from confident enough to have Zhou Weizhao alone, but she was always involuntarily immersed in his promise.

Hearing him say this, she snorted, knowing that it was best not to believe it, but still stretched out her little finger: "Pull the hook." ”

Zhou Weizhao was originally a little angry, but when she looked at her pitifully, he lost his temper in an instant, and stretched out his hand to hook her little finger with a smile: "Pull the hook." ”

Song Chuyi, who got the promise, came back to life, although she knew that the promise was not credible, but she needed a reason to make her feel at ease, she looked at Zhou Weizhao with a smile, and suddenly felt full of joy, reached out to hook his neck, and kissed him on the face happily.

In her previous life, she liked Shen Qingrang, but when she liked it very much, she didn't show any closeness to him, it was Shen Qingrang's disgust that she revealed intentionally or unintentionally that made her shy away, until she had Brother Ran, a thin and small, fleshy little ball that fell from her stomach, with a pair of clear eyes, looking at her with round eyes, except for attachment, there was no impurity at all, and she always liked to kiss him on the face like this.

But she forgot that this was not a small meat dumpling in her arms, and after the sneak attack, she was violently pressed on the bed by Zhou Weizhao.

The soft green silk was spread on the bed, like a fine brocade, Zhou Weizhao stretched out his hand to the back of Song Chuyi's neck to fix her head, and his eyes seemed to be filled with stars, so bright that people didn't dare to look at it.

Song Chuyi finally realized that the situation was wrong, and before Sakura opened her lips slightly and said the word you, she was covered by Zhou Weizhao and gagged her mouth.

He had liked this kitten for a long time, and his heart was full of joy when the kitten with teeth and claws was willing to put away his claws and smile at him quietly and with complete trust.

The way she looks with her mouth open is so tempting, like a strawberry that only ripens in spring, so tender that people's index fingers move, hmm...... It turns out that her little wife is sweeter than strawberries, and people can't stop it.

When she felt that she was about to suffocate to death, Zhou Weizhao finally let go of her, she took a few big breaths, and finally felt that her chaotic thoughts were a little sober, but within a moment of soberness, Zhou Weizhao's other hand had already moved to her placket, and flexibly slid along the placket to her shoulder.

His hands were a little cold, so cold that she couldn't help but want to retreat, but Zhou Weizhao's hand around the back of her neck gradually moved down to her waist, the touch was too clear, her face was as red as the peach blossoms on the branches in early spring, crimson, she only felt that her body was sore and soft, and she couldn't lift it up at all, until her body was cold, she was shocked to realize that the red gauze that was originally draped on her body had been withdrawn, and she had never gone through this kind of battle in two lives, and she didn't know that there were so many procedures before the painful thing, Finally, when Zhou Weizhao's wolf claws landed on her undulating mountains, she exclaimed.

Fortunately, this exclamation was quickly blocked by Zhou Weizhao's lips again.

He savored her taste carefully, and the kiss fell on her neck little by little like a feather, and behind her ears, his hands roamed over his little bride without a teacher.

Song Chuyi was stopped by him in a panic, only to feel that he was about to be disassembled into his abdomen, and hurriedly pulled his clothes to remind him: "The tent is ......"

Her face was already so red that she couldn't be more red, Zhou Weizhao chuckled, reached out and brushed off the golden hook holding the tent holding the big red pomegranate picture, and rolled into the quilt with Song Chuyi in her arms.

Song Chuyi trembled and was kissed by him so itchy and numb that his feet couldn't help arching, and his eyes widened like a frightened cat: "Aren't you a Taoist priest?!" ”

Isn't there anyone around? How can you be so skilled!

Zhou Weizhao took a mouthful of the red beads blooming on the mountain peak, which provoked her to exclaim again, and the skin of the deceptive frost and snow gradually turned red, and then he smiled and grabbed her earlobe, and muttered vaguely: "There is a booklet, you haven't read it?" ”

What's more, his booklet was carefully selected by his master, and he was urged to endure the red face and red ears after reading a stack of booklets, and he didn't know how much nosebleeds he had.

After he said this, Song Chuyi felt the hard object on her abdomen in horror, and she briefly regained her senses from his dense kiss, panting and pushing him.

This time, Zhou Weizhao didn't have such a good temper, his breathing was obviously heavy and tightly wrapped around her waist, and whispered in her ear: "Bear with me......"

Before the words fell, he suddenly pushed inward.

Although his mind was already dazed, Song Chuyi was still shocked by this sudden pain, and saw Zhou Weizhao leaning down to look at her with a sweaty head, and hurriedly turned his head to avoid his eyes, listening to him laugh, he was even more at a loss, painful and ashamed, so he simply buried his head in his chest, hugged his waist with both hands and scratched it fiercely.

The layers of tightness made Zhou Weizhao's eyes change slightly, and Song Chuyi's sudden clamping of him happened to hit his chest in waves, he couldn't bear it anymore, and hugged Song Chuyi's waist and moved.

Song Chuyi felt like a boat thrown into the waves, swaying around by the huge waves, as if stepping on cotton, fluttering on the ground, and holding Zhou Weizhao's shoulders with both hands, his fingers were buckled into his flesh.

I don't know how long it took for this grinding battle to come to an end, Song Chuyi didn't even have the strength to speak, and was held by Zhou Weizhao for a while before wrapping himself in the quilt and glaring at him with only his eyes exposed: "Help me call Mama and Qingtao in." ”

Zhou Weizhao was annoyed and embarrassed by her appearance and laughed, and of course pulled her with the quilt, pulled her out of the quilt and hugged her horizontally: "I serve you, what do you want them to do?" ”