The zipper is an invisible zipper, and the puller is too small and faintly in the folds of the garment.

Tang Moshen groped a few times but didn't touch it, but his fingers touched the girl's smooth skin outside the skirt.

Impatient to look for a zipper, the man's fingers naturally climbed up and rubbed her back.

Of course, not satisfied.

Slide over your back, climb up your shoulders, wrap the girl's slender head in the palm of your hand, rub it for a moment, and wipe the slender shoulder strap down.

The dress is exposed, revealing half of the spring.

Feeling the man's warm palm sweeping, Pei Yunqing's legs were weak, and he grabbed his arm to support his body, gasping and reminding.

"Window...... Curtain! ”

Raise your palms and pull through the curtains to cover the window.

The heavy velvet curtains block the chill outside the window, and the temperature in the room also rises from the temperature like spring to the summer like fire.

Arm over her back, feeling goosebumps rising on the girl's skin, he raised his face and asked in a hoarse voice.

"Is it cold?"

"It's fine!"

Her voice replied awkwardly.

The heartbeat is added, and everyone is going to be kissed by him and catch fire, where will it be cold?

In the end, he was afraid that she would catch a cold, so the man stretched out his arms to pick her up, her skirt was originally long, and one side slid down her shoulders and hung diagonally to the ground.

He didn't pay attention and accidentally stepped on her skirt.

With a clatter, the skirt cracked.

The two also lost their balance and fell to the ground.

Fortunately, he reacted quickly enough, hugged her in mid-air, twisted herself, and fell on the carpet with her back, protecting her in her chest.

"Mo Shen!"

Pei Yun raised his face from him in a panic.

"It's fine!" Tang Mo sat up with his arms crossed, "I just tripped over your skirt!" ”

She was slightly stunned, then burst out laughing.

"Dignified Minister Tang, there will be times when you trip over your skirt?"

The man laughed too, a pair of inky eyes staring at her face.

"Since he is Minister Tang, he will also bow down under his wife's pomegranate skirt!"

A man who has always been unsmiling rarely said a word of love.

Pei Yunqing's heart couldn't help but jump heavily.

This was the first time he had called her by such a title as "wife".

Rao is sharp teeth like her, and she was stunned for a while and didn't know how to answer.

By this moment, the man's palm had been raised, and he carefully hooked her long strip around the button of his coat.

Noticing the loose plate, he raised his large hand and held her head.

The man came over, pinched the clips of her bundle by the light, and carefully removed them one by one.

After making sure that there was no clip on her head, he raised his hands and gently broke her up.

The black light was long and scattered, piled on the shoulders as white as Alpine snow, and the torn skirt loomed in the spring color.

That kind of scene was enough to ignite his slightly calm mood again.

Lifting his little face to hold her, he approached again.

Originally, she was still leaning under him, but then he pressed her little by little.

On the heavy dark wool carpet, her skin is more and more white and flawless, and that girl is so beautiful that she is moving.

Unable to hold back his desire to possess her emotions any longer, the man raised his hand and ripped off the placket of his shirt.

The black shirt was thrown away and landed on the edge of the carpet, covering her crooked golden heels.

Then, it was her pale gold gown that fell.

The two clothes are entangled in one place, like a man and a woman on the carpet, intimate.

Outside the window, the snow fell silently.

Inside the window, it is a beautiful spring color.