Seeing Huang Yilie enter the bathroom, Ying Ying poured a cup of warm water and walked to the balcony to look at the night view of Moscow.

Huang Yilie came out of the bath and saw this scene, walked to Ying Ying's back, hugged her from behind, bowed his head and buried his head in her neck, and deeply inhaled the fragrance that belonged to her.

"Wife......" Huang Yilie's voice was low and mellow, and the scorching breath sprayed behind Ying Ying's ears, making Ying Ying tremble uncontrollably.

"Elih!" Ying Ying turned around and put the cup in her hand on the coffee table next to her, her cheeks flushed, and she said softly, "This is the balcony!" ”

Huang Yilie chuckled, and his hot lips kissed her cheek, kissed her ears, her neck, and slowly grinded to the back of her neck, to her shoulders, to the bare collarbone of her bathrobe.

Ying Ying couldn't help but grasp the railing, and heard Huang Yilie cover her ear again, and whispered, "Do you remember the day of the tea art competition in Su Ling's Tea Garden?" The two of us were in the pavilion. ”

Ying Ying was already kissed by him at this time, and she couldn't speak, so she could only nod her head gently.

"I've always wanted to do this, and at that time in the tea plantation, your heart was not with me, which made me regret." Huang Yilie said, his lips moving behind the base of her ear again, biting her earlobe.

Where Ying Ying was touched by his hot palm, her skin contracted uncomfortably, and she was pulled back slowly by him, her back pressed against the cold wall.

At this moment, they are also on the side of the balcony where only one person can stand, and the two of them are standing together, tightly clinging, squeezed and hot.

His lips pressed back together, and Ying Ying trembled, the back of her head was pressed against the wall, and she was kissed completely uncontrollably.

Huang Yilie rubbed one hand up along her waist and one hand slowly downward, as if her bathrobe was about to be wrinkled.

Ying Ying pushed him, but he didn't let go, his lips were always close to hers, but she could feel that he relaxed his strength, just lightly sticking, Ying Ying was a little embarrassed to speak, if he opened his mouth, he would grind his lips, and the breath between the words would be spit into his mouth.

"What's wrong?" Huang Yilie rubbed the corners of her mouth, and opened her voice in a hoarse voice.

"People on the street will see it." Ying Ying blushed and said, the buildings in Moscow are not high, and you can see the top floor clearly on the street.

"Then let me kiss it enough." Huang Yilie pecked her lips as he spoke, "I'll block you outside, and I won't be able to see it below." ”

"......" Before Ying Ying could speak, she was kissed deeply by him again, because of his previous words, her face was about to burn.

From her lips to her neck to her collarbone, she wandered back and forth like this, as if she wanted to make up for all the regrets of the night of the tea art competition.

He really protected Ying Ying in his arms, and the protection was tight, and he didn't show it at all.

He let go of the mouth he kissed and almost lost consciousness, but picked her up upright, against the wall, his eyes level with his.

"Let's go inside, or we can't help but clean you off on the balcony." He said in a hoarse voice, just in time for her to feel his menacing straightness.

Ying Ying was so excited by his thick love bath that she couldn't speak, she just nodded, and she was hugged by him, kissing and going back to the bedroom.

He was almost about to tear her bathrobe violently, pulled the strap off the bathrobe, and quickly dragged the bathrobe away, and he didn't even have time to take off her underwear and pants, and pestle it in.

Sakura Ying went around his arms and clutched his shoulder blades tightly, feeling the bulging and tangled muscles on his shoulder blades, like a pair of small wings, being grasped firmly by her.

Huang Yilie kissed her, looking at her delicate appearance, indescribable heartbeat and love, no matter how you look at her, I can't get enough of her, I can't wait to hold her in my arms twenty-four hours a day, and I feel like I am one with her all the time.

He looked at her intently, liked her, loved her, loved her until his heart hurt, watching her look up, breathing rapidly like a hiccup.

The mobile phone rang annoyingly at this time, Ying Ying reminded him, he ignored it, Ying Ying pushed him, and he simply raised her hand above his head......

Until both of them were covered in sweat, Huang Yilie hugged her tightly, and Ying Ying was lazy and had no strength at all to let him hold and grind.

I don't know how many times I thought about the phone, but then Ying Ying was tired and confused, and she couldn't care about the ringtone, she felt that the ringtone seemed to be getting farther and farther away from her, the sound was getting smaller and smaller, and the whole senses were occupied by Huang Yilie.

It's just that the two of them calmed down like this, and it didn't take long for the phone to start ringing again.

At this time, Ying Ying was already awake, so she naturally wouldn't ignore it, seeing that Huang Yilie didn't mean to answer the phone, she hugged her comfortably, kissing her forehead from time to time, kissing her nose, and kissing her lips.

"Yilie, answer the phone quickly, there must be something urgent when you call like this." Ying Ying urged.

Huang Yilie really didn't like to leave her soft body, and looked down at her, "It's four o'clock in the morning in China at this time, and it's eleven o'clock in the evening in Moscow, who is so diligent and would call me so early?" And the first time I thought about it was three o'clock, and I didn't sleep? ”

"It's definitely a very important thing to call you if you don't sleep at this point, go pick it up, don't really have something happening at home." Ying Ying urged again.

Huang Yilie guessed who it was, but he was also a little worried that it might be a matter at home, so he got out of bed.

Without Huang Yilie hugging, Ying Ying coldly lifted the quilt to make herself dense, but the quilt has always been stained with air, and it is very cold, and it is useless to cover it now.

Huang Yilie picked up the mobile phone on the table, and when he saw the name on the screen, he showed a clear look, hung up the phone directly, and turned off the phone by the way.

"Who called?" Seeing that he didn't answer and walked back, Ying Ying asked.

"Fang Yuan'an." Huang Yilie lifted the quilt and got in, and before he could stretch out his hand, Ying Ying had already consciously got into his arms, her little hands rubbing his chest, and her feet rubbing his calves.

"Still want?" He looked down and bit her ear.

"Not really!" Ying Ying's face flushed, and the small hand that was originally rubbing his chest twisted lightly, "I'm a little cold." ”

Huang Yilie was very happy, indicating that she was used to sleeping in his arms, and she was used to having him at the temperature, but after leaving for a while, she was not used to it.

The corners of his mouth were slightly curved, his hands and feet wrapped around her, holding her in his arms, Ying Ying rubbed back and forth, finding a comfortable position, his face against his chest.

The thin sweat on her chest was still a little wet, with a strong masculine smell, Ying Ying sniffed, closed her eyes in satisfaction, and listened to his heartbeat.

"Fang Yuanan is Fang Rouyi's father, right? What did he call you for? Ying Ying asked: "It's early morning in China at this time, and he called you?" ”