Greedy for the tightness in the softness, and yearning for the white and tender bare feet, Hu Jiu bent the beautiful woman's body into an incredible angle, and finally grabbed the delicate little feet in his hands and kissed them over and over again.

This is the first time that Liu Zhao willingly joined him, allowing him to experience a passion that he had never experienced before! The spirit of the water, completely free to do whatever he wanted, occasionally mischievously biting his hard chest, also trying to leave a mark on it. However, Hu Jiu's muscles as hard as iron stumbled into Liu Zhao's teeth, and she angrily left a string of imprints on them.

In that fairy-like groan, the water burst into a rich floral fragrance. Wandering in it and immersing himself in it, Hu Jiu felt that the happiness of his life was tied to this water elf!

"Oh no, Xiao Zhao, it's not enough!" A low and intoxicating voice rang in Liu Zhao's ears, making her drowsy mind instantly regain clarity. She hung her legs feebly, ashamed and annoyed to push away the endless demand.

"Please, don't leave me!" Hu Jiu hugged his weak and boneless waist tightly, and buried himself deep in it again, and the fierce action caused the water waves to disperse layer by layer.

The colorful schools of fish that surrounded them gathered and scattered, scattered and gathered.

Liu Zhao's sanity was lost again, and in the quiet water, it seemed that a man's low cry sounded. He, why is he crying? This is the question that arose in Liu Zhao's heart before he fell asleep.

When Liu Zhao woke up, he was already in the bedroom in the small courtyard at the foot of the mountain. Covered with a soft brocade quilt, she recalled the lingering scene in the sea, and her face turned red.

Looking around, not seeing Hu Jiu's figure, Liu Zhao picked up the white snow silk robe hanging on the bedside, wrapped his skin full of red marks, and slowly walked out of the room.

The small courtyard is filled with the smell of fragrant chicken soup. Liu Zhao dragged his sore legs and slowly walked to the west wing.

In the kitchen, Hu Jiuzheng carefully poured the chicken soup that had been simmering in the casserole for a long time into a blue and white porcelain bowl. The slightly curly short hair was no longer as neat as before, and the messy hair hung down on the full forehead, and was tightly pressed against the skin by the fine beads of sweat on the forehead.

In his memory, Liu Zhao only saw his grandmother often making breakfast for herself in the kitchen before she got up. And now the figure of the tall man who is busy in the kitchen overlaps with the figure of his grandmother, and the warm memory overlaps with reality. Tears fell drop by drop, some smudged on the snow-white clothes, some fell directly on the bluestone slab floor, and splashed into a flower mark.

Hu Jiu caught the unique floral fragrance of Liu Zhao in the air full of the smell of chicken soup, and as soon as he raised his head slightly, he saw her delicate face with pear blossoms and a flush in the rain.

"Xiao Zhao, you, you, angry with me?" In a panic, his hand slipped, and the hot chicken soup spilled all over his body. But he didn't realize it, but looked at Liu Zhao worriedly, as if he was a child who had done something wrong, standing at the table at a loss, completely without his usual ease.

"Poof!" Liu Zhao was amused by Hu Jiu's appearance, and his warm smile made the spring flowers lose their color.

"Is this what you did?" Liu Zhao pointed to the steaming bowl of fragrant chicken soup on the table, and in his crooked eyes, there was a smile that could melt the cold winter of Sanjiu.

Hu Jiu gently pushed the steaming clarified chicken soup in front of her eyes.

Liu Zhao looked at the angular face full of pampering behind the hot air, and recalled that when he was a child, his grandmother brought him a hand-wrapped small wonton to the bed. The same steaming heat, the same spoiled face.

The corners of Liu Zhao's eyes moistened again, and she sat quietly at the dining table, burying her face in the hot air, tears dripping into the soup bowl.

"Baby, are you alright?" Hu Jiu looked at the red glow on Liu Zhao's face and asked worriedly. recalled the excessive absurdity in the water, for fear of hurting this squeamish little woman.

"Call me Linger." Her voice was as thin as a gnat, and she raised her watery eyes, and repeated softly: "Call me Linger, that's my nickname." ”

Liu Zhao's soft voice, hearing Hu Jiu's ears, was like a fairy music around the beam, the apprehension on his face suddenly dissipated, and the four eyebrows flew vividly.

"Linger, Linger, my darling!" walked to Liu Zhao's side, leaned over and hugged her into his arms, muttering in his mouth.

"Huh?" Liu Zhao remembered the fierce lingering that had happened in the bright and flickering light in the water, blushed, and responded softly.

Hu Jiu stood up, picked up the man who was only wearing a burqa, and ran towards the bedroom with a breezy foot.

"Hu Jiu, I want to drink chicken soup!" Liu Zhao's waist obviously felt Hu Jiu's fiery roasting, and she said in a panic.

"The soup is too hot, drink it cold!" Kicking open the bedroom door, Hu Jiu put Liu Zhao back on the bed, waved his hand back, and the door closed tightly.

"Hu Jiu, Dahua and Xiaoqing......" Hu Jiu opened his mouth, choked the chattering little mouth, and sucked greedily.

After a long time, he tasted enough of the sweet floral fragrance, and then reluctantly let go of his mouth, and while entangled with the snow-white robe, he answered Liu Zhao's question just now.

"Those two little demons were kicked out of the space by me, and they won't be able to come back in three or five days!" Finally started another round of siege, Hu Jiu sighed soothingly, and began to caress up and down dishonestly with both hands......

When Liu Zhao was carried to the kitchen by Hu Jiu again, she knew what the dead fox meant by "cool and drink again".

"Hehe, don't worry, I'll go and heat it up again!" Hu Jiu, who was satisfied, smiled brightly, poured the bowl of chicken soup that was too cold to be cold anymore into the casserole, and walked towards the stove.

"Dead fox, stop me!" Liu Zhao's face darkened, and he shouted in annoyance: "This soup has been sitting for several days, what are you hot?" ”

Really, since this fox opened the ban, he has been pestering himself endlessly, and the chicken soup has been quietly sitting in the kitchen for several days, can this still be drunk?

"Oh, yes!" Hu Jiu suddenly remembered that the chicken soup that had been passed for several days could not be given to Xiao Zhao, so he raised his neck and poured the cold chicken soup into his mouth.

"Linger, you wait a while, Master will catch another one for you!" Hu Jiu wiped the soup from the corner of his mouth, and flashed out of the space.

"You old monster!" Liu Zhaojiao scolded, supported her head with her hands, sat at the dining table, thinking about the tenderness of the past few days, and couldn't help blushing again.

At this time, the door of the small courtyard was pushed open with a "bang". Hu Jiu went back and forth, walked quickly to Liu Zhao's side, picked her up again, and said happily: "I remember, drinking chicken soup is not as good as replenishing the aura of Ye Shuangxiu!" Why are we doing all that effort? ”

"Stinky fox, are you a little modest?" Liu Zhao looked at the bedroom that was getting closer and closer, and she smashed her hard chest with her fist.

"I won't lie to you!" Hu Jiu threw Liu Zhao onto the bed and skillfully untied Liu Zhao's clothes, "Linger, I know an ancient double cultivation technique, which is very beneficial to a woman's body. ”

As he spoke, small and lingering kisses fell all over Liu Zhao's exposed skin. "Lingel, you are a miracle of creation!" (To be continued.) )