Wen Jiu sniffed the faint fragrance of grass in her hair, hugged her tightly in his arms, and the elegant and pleasant voice sounded in her ears, "Does it hurt?" ”

Su Tao was stunned for a moment, and then remembered that she had taken blood, she gently hugged Wen Jiu's neck, "It doesn't hurt." "As long as it's for his good, it doesn't hurt.

Wenjiu punishively bit her earlobe and grinded repeatedly, "Liar." ”

Warm and a little crispy and numb, the current rushed from the head to the soles of the feet, and Fat Su Tao couldn't help but move.

Inadvertently rubbed against a certain position on his body, Su Tao blushed, "Gu Qing'an is still at the door, don't get it." ”

He had injuries on his body, and she didn't want Wen Jiu to get worse, he was getting sicker, and she had to take care of him, and it was a problem for both of them to eat.

"It's okay, I'll touch you." The warm wine was close to Su Tao's neck socket, biting her collarbone, infatuated with her fragrance.

A pair of big hands were on her body, moving dishonestly, he unbuttoned her underwear, pulled down the underwear, and he slowly moved down from the position of the collarbone, "What to do, I can't help it." ”

Su Tao's face was slightly red, obviously a little emotional, she couldn't stand him playing like this, she couldn't resist him.

"Husband, please, no..." If the word is swallowed by him, she can only passively bear it.

She couldn't help but snort, but accidentally saw the blood color of his shirt, and she angrily pushed away the warm wine.

Her face was flushed, her breath was rapid, and she rose and fell, and hurried to find the medicine box.

She muttered as she walked: "I said no, you still touched me, the wound was ruptured, and you deserved it because of the pain." ”

This warm wine is really angry, all he thinks about in his head is that kind of thing, and he doesn't care about his body at all.

"Oh, I thought girls meant that they didn't want to, and someone told me that girls are all different." Wen Jiu looked at her with a smile.

Su Tao took the medicine box and untied the clothes on Wen Jiu's chest angrily, saw his smiling eyes, and said angrily: "That's different, you're sick now." ”

"Oh." Wen Jiu had a long tail note and looked at Su Tao with bad intentions.

Su Tao was angry, she couldn't help him, so she simply ignored him.

She didn't dare to open all his wounds, but just checked them and wrapped them in gauze.

"By the way, I remembered one thing, you better let that Yang Han go." Su Tao said.

She can't afford to mess with the Yang family, even if the warm wine is strong, there will always be a day when she can't take care of her, and she doesn't want to give herself hatred.

"Don't let go." Wen Jiu said solemnly.

Su Tao said coquettishly: "Husband." The delicate and weak voice was as sweet as honey.

Wen Jiu lowered his eyes and looked at Su Tao, time passed quickly, and in a blink of an eye, it was already the afterglow of sunset, and the sunset fell on her round face, which became more and more sweet, making people can't help but want to kiss Fangze.

"Please."

Su Tao clenched her fists in front of her chest and made a beckoning cat movement, "Husband, please." ”

Wen Jiu watched her rosy lips close one by one, resisting the urge to kiss her.

"Otherwise, beg me."

Su Tao put his hands on Wenjiu's legs, shaking his legs gently, and his eyes were as bright as crystal, shining brightly.

"Hello, husband."

The soft and sweet voice, coquettish and lovely, made him want to pounce on her, but reason still had the upper hand, "You know him?" ”

Su Tao stared at Wen Jiu, what did he mean by this, "Know, what's wrong." ”