"Don't you do this to me?" Chang Yichen is like a child who has been hurt and needs to be comforted, constantly ingesting the smell of the poetry child on the neck of the poetry child.

To Chang Yichen? The sound of breathing, and the intimate contact, the whole person of the poet boy seemed to be a wax man melted, and the soft Chang Yichen's deep eyes flashed with the same light, looking at the poet's round lips, and kissed it softly, very soft, very addictive.

Every time Chang Yichen approached Shitong, he couldn't help but lose control, his hand was very gentle and caressing her graceful figure, picked up Shitong horizontally and put it on the bed, leaned over to her pink cheeks, and his skeletal fingers crossed her cheeks and said in a warm voice: "Wife." I am yours, and no matter how many changes you have, that will never change. After saying that, he kissed her on the lips again.

Shitong wrapped his hands around Chang Yichen's neck and responded to him affectionately. It was another upside down, the wind and rain in Wushan, and then Shitong lay in Chang Yichen's arms, his palm caressing his resolute cheek, just staring at him silently, with a trace of complicated feelings in his eyes.

Chang Yichen's fingers stroked her hair, this waterfall-like three thousand strands of hair are Chang Yichen's exclusive, only he can caress her like this, and only he can look at her so tenderly.

But the complicated feelings in Shi Tong's eyes also really fell into Chang Yixing's eyes, and his slightly hoarse voice was as soft as jade and asked, "What are you thinking?" ”

Shitong was silent for a moment, took a deep breath, shook his head slightly, and said: "I am thinking that I really don't have the slightest resistance to you, I am angry with you one second, and I will lie in your arms the next second." Chang Yichen, do you say you are a demon? ”

Speaking of these poets, they all looked down on themselves, and it was as if she was pressed by a big stone, making it a little difficult for her to breathe, but as long as Chang Yichen was warm to herself, she fell into his arms as if she had been enchanted.

Chang Yichen, who was so infatuated with Shitong, was full of flowers in her heart, and the mysterious smile on her cheeks turned over, leaned on her and looked at her with beautiful eyes and said: "I can't resist, I want to sue me, are you very infatuated with me?" That's right, your husband and I are so handsome. Moreover, it is so powerful. ”

Saying that, Chang Yichen's eagle eyes lit up with a strange light, and his voice was also very ambiguous, how could such a change Shitong not know what he was referring to, his cheeks were flushed with a hint of charming redness, and his delicate voice was like water: "You narcissist is really not reduced at all." ”

"Wife, you are shy again, you can only show this shy appearance to me alone in the future. Do you know how tempting your shy look is! It's like a poppy, and it's uncontrollable. As he spoke, he gently dropped a kiss again, and he smiled perfectly.

The two hugged each other and slept after being sweet, Chang Yichen's big pillow has never changed, and Shitong's sleeping posture is also exclusive to him Chang Yichen. Shitong was still asleep, Chang Yichen got up very lightly and put the pillow next to Shitong. Looking at her sleeping appearance, Chang Yichen smiled dotingly.

Chang Yichen came downstairs alone, and Sun Aiping, who was sitting at the dining table, asked, "Where is the poetry boy?" ”

"Oh! Still resting! I'm probably tired these days! There was a weird smile on the corner of his mouth when he spoke.

"I don't know what's wrong with her these days, but when she said that she was learning dance, she was working very hard. Yichen, did you bully her? The second aunt was busy with breakfast in her hands, so she didn't raise her eyes, so she didn't see the smile on the corner of Chang Yichen's mouth, and she wasn't there last night, so I don't know what they talked about.