Han Zimo's hand stiffened again, and then smiled: "Xiyue, is this a little guilty?" ”

Without waiting for her to answer, Han Zimo raised his eyebrows, "I have a way to alleviate your guilt, do you want to try?" He said with a mysterious smile.

Yun Xiyue glanced at him suspiciously, guessing a lot in her heart but couldn't guess anything.

It wasn't until the two of them got home that they understood what he meant.

Yun Xiyue watched a man take off his shirt, lie prone on the soft couch next to the sofa, and pointed to the spa supplies on the coffee table, "Wife, come on." ”

"Mr. Han, I will determine that you should have a masochistic constitution." Yun Xiyue spoke, she didn't expect that this man was referring to him anmo.

"Being abused by your wife is actually a happy thing!" Han Zimo teased, seeing that she was still not moving, his fingers floated over and pinched her legs, "Sit up." ”

"Say it beforehand, I'm not very good at it, you can't be picky." Yun Xiyue was depressed, climbed onto the soft couch, sat on his waist, poured essential oil into his hand, and began to press from top to bottom.

As soon as she touched his skin, she felt like a fire, and the first time she touched a man's skin in this way, she felt strange in her heart, but she couldn't say it specifically.

"Is that okay?" She asked.

Han Zimo nodded, "That's it, continue." ”

Yun Xiyue takes one thing very seriously, for example, helping him do anmo is to follow what he saw on TV, and there are serious actions.

So naturally she didn't notice the big mirror in front of the two people, and Mr. Han could see his wife's charming appearance as long as he raised his head slightly.

After Yun Xiyue came back, she changed into a long nightdress, with a conservative style, but at this moment she moved seriously, and she didn't notice that the skirt had slipped from the middle of her legs to the root of her legs, and the curves of her slender and white legs were undoubtedly revealed, and the sweat oozing from her movements added a bit of temptation.

Mr. Han swept his glasses, and the satisfaction and pleasure radiated from the heart to the outside, the only pity is that he has not really enjoyed the rights of his husband yet.

"Mr. Han, it's almost time, right?" This is the second time Yun Xiyue has asked.

She thought that her movements were too comfortable Han Zimo fell asleep, but she didn't expect to accidentally look at it and find that he was looking at herself in the mirror and laughing.

Although this smile was not obscene at all, even charming, she was still depressed and couldn't help pinching his back, "Mr. Han, you peep!" ”

Han Zimo was caught in front of him, but he was not embarrassed at all, he suddenly turned his body and clasped her two paws, "Stupid, I am above board." ”

The posture of this woman and man is more ambiguous than just now, Yun Xiyue felt that the air between the two of them heated up sharply, and her breathing was a little uncomfortable, and she was a little annoyed that this man had been doing recently, and he was playing ambiguously with her at every turn, so that she was always unprepared.

"You let me go first, it's not appropriate!" She struggled with her hands, but he pushed harder.

As if on purpose, he pulled her body down, forcing her little hand against his chest, and said ambiguously: "What's wrong?" ”

Yun Xiyue gasped angrily and snorted, "You asked knowingly." ”

"I really don't know!" Han Zimo smiled, his smile overflowing with some kind of incomprehensible color.

Yun Xiyue was most afraid of his mysterious and very deep appearance, looking so high-style, she was in a hurry, she said, "Ah, the clothes I soaked just now are good." So saying, he hurriedly got off him.