"No, I can do more, do better." Because what he wants is not just a name on the spouse column, he also wants a living wife, a woman who can grow old with him, just like Yan Xinling in front of him.

After all, a marriage without love is not only not long-lasting, but it is also a very sad thing. He doesn't want anything to respect each other, what he wants is for the relationship between two people to come naturally.

"Huo Jingyan..."

He interrupted the little woman: "Yan Xinling, I just heard it!" You said you were going to give me a chance, and you couldn't take a shower and regret it. ”

Yan Xinling wanted to laugh whenever she saw him in a hurry.

"If you want me to repent, what do you want?"

"You, you, how dare you?" Huo Jingyan was really anxious: Isn't it, she took a shower and woke up her mind again?

"Yo, what would I not dare." Yan Xinling raised her eyebrows, and her whole appearance was like a hooligan who was molesting a woman from a good family.

"You, you, if you really regret it, I'll tell our mother to go." Huo instigated her to regret it, there was really no way, she couldn't beat her, and she couldn't scold. It's time to anger her again with a kiss.

Fortunately, the little woman respects her elders, as long as he carries her mother or grandfather out, the little woman must not be so arrogant. Hehe, I feel like a little clever ghost when I think about it.

Yan Xinling laughed out loud when she saw the man's cute appearance of a primary school student, "I want to tell the teacher, you bully me":

"Poof, no avail." In fact, she is quite afraid of her elders, because she is an elder who is good to her. It's not that I'm afraid of being scolded by my elders, but I'm afraid of telling you something in a serious manner.

Because she knows that she is soft-hearted, if she faces her elders, there is basically no reason to refuse.

"Why do you want to be so good, and you can't help me get my wife." Huo Shao continued to be cheeky again.

Yan Xinling didn't bother to pay attention to him, chatting with this person made her half angry with herself every minute.

"Sleep, too lazy to pay attention to you." She pulled open the corner of the quilt and lay in.

The man didn't intend to tease her anymore, so he lay down and turned off the lights.

She didn't have a thin quilt tonight, she felt insecure, and rolled her body lightly a few times, rolled off two-thirds of the quilt, and wrapped herself tightly.

Huo Jingyan was cold, looking at the quilt that only one-third was left, a little helpless: "Wife, are you still angry?" ”

"Nope!"

"Wife, then you want to abuse me?"

"Nope! What you're thinking about all day long. ”

He couldn't help laughing, with a little grievance in his tone: "Then why don't you give me a quilt in winter?" ”

Yan Xinling was inexplicably said by him, got up and looked at it, and found that the entire quilt was hanging on his body, and there was nothing on the man's side, so he was speechless for a while.

She silently tore off the quilt on her body and moved it to him: "I'm sorry, I'm used to sleeping alone." ”

The room was pitch black, with only a faint glimmer of light at the curtains.

She was lying on the same bed as a man, breathing and smelling, and the atmosphere was a little ambiguous.

"Wife, can I hug you?"

"Can't!"

She unconsciously moved to the edge of the bed, and from time to time she made a sound of incomprehension, which was particularly clear in the quiet bedroom.

Huo Jingyan rolled behind her as soon as he rolled on the bed, and then hugged her.

"Hey!" She called out to him warningly.

"No, I can't sleep without holding you."

"................." She was really speechless, so you just asked a fart?

"And how did you sleep before?"

He put his lips to her ear and whispered, "Wife, don't you know that some things will become addictive after tasting them?" ”

The man's burning breath was close at hand, and Yan Xinling's heart was beating like a drum, and she decided to ignore the man anymore. Anyway, no matter what she says, she can't talk about him, so just shut up.

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Make up for yesterday, four more.

It's finally made up!