The fresh breath that belongs to Su Zimo is blowing in her face, with the same taste of soap horn as her, coupled with the distance between each other, there is always an indescribable ambiguous atmosphere.

Mu Lingluo's cheeks were tickled by his falling hair, she couldn't help but raise her hand and scratch it, but her fingers smoothly grabbed his hair, I have to say that Su Zimo's hair is really smooth and smooth, really more than a woman. “…… No, it's nothing......"

Su Zimo raised his hand to hold her hand, the man's palm was already bigger than the woman's, and after bathing, his body temperature was even warmer, just like a small stove. Su Zimo raised her small and delicate chin with her other hand: "You are shy!" ”

He used declarative sentences.

Slender fingers, hot fingertips, warm breath, and low and pleasant voice, all of them add a bit of ambiguity to this wedding night.

Mu Lingluo opened his mouth and wanted to speak, but more than that, he suddenly felt a little thirsty in his throat. She couldn't help but lick the corners of her lips that were somewhat dry, "I, I'm hungry......"

Su Zimo's eyes darkened slightly with her words, as if it was a dim night, as if she wanted to devour the person in front of her. His thumb ran over her lips, which were shiny from saliva, and the soft touch of his fingertips made his voice a little hoarse. “…… Hungry? ”

The thumb should always hold the sword, and the fingertips have a thin layer of calluses, which brings a tingling sensation. Mu Lingluo hurriedly raised his hand to hold his hand, blushing with pink cheeks, and said eagerly: "Yes, it's true, I, I didn't have time to eat!" ”

There was some ambiguity when he said this, Mu Lingluo's cheeks became redder and redder as he spoke, "The kitchen, the kitchen hasn't sent anything over yet, I'm really hungry...... I haven't eaten anything today! ”

Even the apple that meant peace at the beginning was taken away!

Su Zimo closed his eyes, slowly covered the emotions in his eyes, and slowly straightened up, "You are waiting for me here." With that, he hurried to the door.

Biluo, who was waiting in the outer room, didn't dare to raise his head when he saw Su Zimo coming out, only hung his head, and hurriedly said, "Aunt...... Uncle, Miss's millet porridge has been sent from the kitchen. Slave, slave and maid are hot, and this is it! With that, she hurriedly went to the small stove next to her, took away the small steamer on it, took out a bowl of fragrant millet porridge from it, put it on the tray, and brought it over.

The cold breath coming from the man's body made her blush slightly, but she didn't dare to look at it at all, she only looked down at the ground, and kept her duty.

Su Zimo took the tray, glanced at the bed spread out outside, and said lightly: "You don't need to keep vigil here at night. ”

Biluo was stunned when she heard this, "But ......"

"The king said no." Su Zimo said in a solemn tone, he didn't want to make out with Ah Luo, and he could be heard clearly by the maid lying outside.

"Yes." Biluo didn't dare to disobey, only blessed her body and responded.

Then she could go to sleep in the next room, and it would be much easier not to have to keep vigil.

Su Zimo took two steps inside, suddenly seemed to think of something, and turned around to look over, "Prepare some hot water here." As he spoke, he didn't care about the surprised look on his face outside, and walked in slowly.

Biluo was stunned at first, and then she understood, her cheeks suddenly turned red, but she was sincerely happy for her young lady.

After all, my uncle is so positive, I think my own young lady should soon have a little prince. Thinking of this, she couldn't hide her excitement and excitement!

And at this time, Su Zimo came over with millet porridge, put the tray on the small pestle next to the bed, and didn't ask Mu Ling to get out of bed, but insisted on going her own way and wanted to feed her.

"But, I can come by myself......" Mu Lingluo is such a big person, and in such an ambiguous atmosphere, she really doesn't want to ask Su Zimo to feed her.

Su Zimo scooped a spoonful of porridge, and the spoon was against Mu Lingluo's lips, ignoring all her words, "Open your mouth!" ”

Mu Lingluo was a little crying and laughing, but seeing that Su Zimo was so serious, she could only open her mouth and let Su Zimo feed her one bite at a time.

She lowered her eyes to look at Su Zimo, who was becoming more and more handsome and thrilling under the candlelight, he was carefully scooping the porridge and blowing cold, his eyebrows and eyes were soaked in the candlelight, incredibly gentle.

Mu Lingluo thought, probably she is the only bride who can eat peacefully in bed with her newlywed husband on the wedding night!

A bowl of porridge soon bottomed out, Mu Lingluo thought about things dimly, until a warm touch came from her lips, she suddenly came back to her senses, only to see Su Zimo's beautiful face enlarged in front of her, and her dark eyes were like a bottomless abyss, luring her to investigate, and the touch on her lips was the tip of his tongue across the corners of her porridge-stained mouth.

Mu Lingluo's face turned slightly red, "Ah Mo......"

"You're full, then it's my turn!" Su Zimo's voice came cold and indifferent, with a little suppressed patience.

The bowl in her hand had already fallen into the tray, and Su Zimo took advantage of the moment when Mu Ling was stunned, and suddenly pressed her delicate and delicate lips like peach blossoms, and the touch of her lips caused a faint tremor that swept the two of them.

The hot lips and tongue drove straight into Mu Lingluo's sweet lips and teeth with a strong and undeniable attitude, and lingered between her lips and teeth with the man's unique familiarity in this area, licking and kissing her soft lips and tongue, sucking every inch of skin in her mouth, every bit of sweetness.

Mu Lingluo prefers sweets, Fang Cai's millet porridge is all sweetened, and the millet porridge she was fed just now didn't have time to swallow, so she asked Su Zimo to snatch it away, and her mouth was full of his domineering and refreshing breath.

Su Zimo's low and sexy gasps echoed in her ears, and the sensational ears were indescribably hot.

Mu Lingluo's cheeks were as red as Fang Fei in March, her vision became hazy at this moment, and her senses became acute at this moment.

The shallow lines of the lip flaps between each other and the soft curvature of the lip peaks are all hidden at this moment, and they are magnified extremely clearly.

The constant kissing, the blending and entanglement of breath, just a simple kiss is enough to make the two feel very satisfied.

Mu Lingluo only felt as if he had fallen into a rapid whirlpool at this moment, Su Zimo's domineering and strong thirst, like a tornado, wanted to tear her mouth apart and swallow her into her stomach.