Yang Qiuchi had gradually calmed down from his sadness. He blinked his eyes and melted all the tears in his sockets before he said, "I drank too much and my head was dizzy." ”

"I'll go get you some water for your feet, sit down." Feng Xiaoxue gently straightened Yang Qiuchi and said softly.

Yang Qiuchi nodded, trying to ignore the dark spot on the left side of her face, and smiled at her.

Feng Xiaoxue was slightly relieved when she saw that Yang Qiuchi was sitting upright, and her expression had recovered freely, not like she was shaking just now. Turned around and walked out the door. After a while, he brought in a wooden basin of hot water, put it on the edge of the kang, squatted down, and took off Yang Qiuchi's shoes.

Yang Qiuchi bent down and pressed Feng Xiaoxue's shoulder: "Xiaoxue, I'll do it myself." ”

"How can you do such a thing, Xiaoxue will help you wash your feet."

When Yang Qiuchi bent over, he felt a little dizzy, it seemed that the burning knife was still very strong, so he had to let Feng Xiaoxue wash his feet.

Feng Xiaoxue carefully washed Yang Qiuchi's feet, dried them with a footcloth, took a pair of cotton slippers with several puddings for Yang Qiuchi to put on, got up and went out with a wooden basin, and poured water. put the wooden basin outside, brought a pot of tea and two cups, and said to Mother Yang: "Mother, sleep, I'm blowing the lamp." ”

Mother Yang was already lying on the kang in the outer room and answered. Feng Xiaoxue blew out the lights in the outside room, closed the door in the inner room, walked to the kang, put the teapot and cup on the low wall of the kang, and said to Yang Qiuchi: "Husband, you have drunk so much wine, you must be thirsty at night, the tea is here." Then he picked up the oil lamp on the small square table and put it on the low wall, picked up the small square table and put it on the wall, took the pillow and put it away, laid out the quilt, and lifted the corner of the quilt.

Yang Qiuchi saw that Feng Xiaoxue was busy, this daughter-in-law was very diligent, and Yang Qiuchi was very satisfied, because he was usually lazy, too lazy to take a bath, too lazy to change clothes, too lazy to fold quilts, too lazy to cook, too lazy to move. He can stay in front of the computer all day without moving. Now that there is such a virtuous and diligent daughter-in-law, at least someone to take care of in life, there is no need to worry.

After Feng Xiaoxue made the bed, she came to Yang Qiuchi and stretched out her hand to undress him. Yang Qiuchi smiled and said, "I'll do this, you're tired too, take off your clothes and sleep." ”

Feng Xiaoxue was slightly embarrassed, nodded, turned around, slowly unbuttoned her dress, revealing her snow-white shoulders and back, bent down, and took off her dress, leaving only a light red obscene dress and a pair of obscene pants. Inside the red obscene clothes, there is also a white silk wrapped around the chest.

Yang Qiuchi saw that his throat was dry, he swallowed his saliva with a crunch, felt a little out of shape, and hurriedly coughed lightly.

Feng Xiaoxue seemed to know that her husband was peeking at her behind her, smiled lightly, hesitated for a moment, but turned her hand and gently untied the bow of the red profane clothes, and the obscene clothes slipped off Feng Xiaoxue's chest.

Yang Qiuchi felt that his head was about to burst into Venus, and he swallowed again with difficulty.

Feng Xiaoxue smiled shyly when she heard her husband's voice, thinking to herself, what happened to her husband today, in the past, if he wanted to, he would pounce like a tiger, tear off his dress, and then ravage himself roughly. Today he didn't move except to watch himself swallow his saliva stupidly.

Feng Xiaoxue stretched out her hand again to uncover the white silk tightly wrapped around her chest, and a pair of white and round ** like two lively little white rabbits jumped out of the white silk. The pink cherry* looked mischievously at Yang Qiuchi.

Yang Qiuchi suddenly felt his blood surge. In addition to the body of the woman in the yellow picture movie he saw on the Internet, and most of the female corpses he dissected were female corpses that had begun to decompose, this was the first time he had really seen a normal woman's **, although he only saw half of it, it was enough to make him feel hot.

Yang Qiuchi stood up, walked behind Feng Xiaoxue, hesitated slightly, but still mustered up the courage and hugged Feng Xiaoxue from behind, but he didn't have the courage to put his hands on her **, but just gently hugged her waist. Feng Xiaoxue's skin is smooth and delicate, caressing it in the palm of her hand, and there is a flowing feeling.

Feng Xiaoxue had already taken off her underwear at this time, Yang Qiuchi was clinging to her round buttocks, feeling the physiological reaction surging like a tide, he desperately restrained himself, and slightly left Feng Xiaoxue's firm and round buttocks.

She felt her husband hugging her waist and her hands trembling slightly, she understood her husband's mind, she and her husband have been married for four years, and they have long passed that passionate era, but somehow, she feels that tonight's husband is a little special. **Turning around, he turned around, put his hands around Yang Qiuchi's waist, and asked a little shyly, "Do you want me to undress you?" ”

Yang Qiuchi shook his head.

"Then I'll go to chuang first, you can take it off quickly." With that, Feng Xiaoxue gently broke free from Yang Qiuchi's embrace and slipped into the bed like a snow-white civet cat, with only one long hair scattered on the pillow.

Yang Qiuchi's heart was beating wildly, although he had talked about a few girlfriends, but before he even pulled his hand, he was scared away by his profession, so he was in his twenties, and he had never slept with a woman.

Yang Qiuchi took off his clothes, he felt his mouth dry, picked up the teapot to his mouth, drank half of the teapot in one go, gritted his teeth, blew out the oil lamp, lifted the quilt and got in.

It was already late autumn, and the quilt was cool, and the faint cold moonlight shone through the window and sprinkled on the quilt. Feng Xiaoxue turned her back to Yang Qiuchi, and her body bent into a beautiful arc.

Yang Qiuchi slowly reached over and gently placed it on Feng Xiaoxue's waist. Feng Xiaoxue snorted, turned around, and snuggled in Yang Qiuchi's arms like a kitten, the faint body fragrance wafting in the quilt.

Yang Qiuchi gently stroked Feng Xiaoxue's smooth back, resisting the endless temptation.

Although Feng Xiaoxue had a small dark spot on her face, which ruined her beauty, the night helped her hide everything, in the world of touch, she was the perfect goddess, she knew what her husband wanted to do, she had touched the place where her husband was standing, she waited shyly and quietly.

Yang Qiuchi stretched an arm under Feng Xiaoxue's neck. Feng Xiaoxue raised her head very obediently, let Yang Qiuchi's arm pass through her shoulder, and hugged herself into his arms.

She gently pressed against her husband's strong chest, and her little hand gently stroked Yang Qiuchi's waist, the current husband is a hundred times better than before, looking up at her husband, what is she not satisfied with. Feng Xiaoxue closed her eyes and hugged her husband tightly, as if she was afraid that he would run away.

Yang Qiuchi hugged Feng Xiaoxue with one hand, hesitated for a moment, and slowly stretched out his other hand to her soft and plump **.

Feng Xiaoxue twisted her body and left her husband's body slightly, so that her husband's hand could progress more smoothly.

Yang Qiuchi's fingers lightly touched Feng Xiaoxue's round **, and Yu Wang began to burn like wildfire. He didn't dare to move again, for fear that he would be burned to death in the wildfire.

After waiting for a while, Yang Qiuchi took a deep breath and struck his fingers along the extension of Feng Xiao's [***] room, and finally, held Feng Xiaoxue's crisp milk in the palm of his hand.

Round hemispherical, slippery, firm, cherry-like*, Yang Qiuchi kneaded gently, and his body was already burning in the flames of desire.

Feng Xiaoxue let out an intoxicating moan, her body twisted gently against Yang Qiuchi, and her slender hands wandered around Yang Qiuchi's chest, back, back and lower abdomen, blowing this fire even more vigorously.

Finally, Yang Qiuchi turned over and got on his horse and galloped towards the boundless gloomy hope.

This night, Yang Qiuchi tirelessly asked for it, and Feng Xiaoxue was like a cotton ball, letting him knead it. Tossed until dawn, the two hugged each other and fell asleep.

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