Although this is not her first night, but the drunken mess four years ago, the memory is too confusing, and after drinking too much, she has long forgotten it, if it weren't for the traces on her body and the existence of Mu Beiting, it is estimated that it would be directly broken.

But this time was different, she watched very soberly as Mu Beiting became one with herself little by little.

It's a strange feeling.

What a man and a woman do when they love each other, they finally do it, and the words are very gratifying.

But in addition to being relieved, I am not embarrassed, and I always feel that this kind of thing is like being a thief, and it cannot be carried out openly.

But even if I did it so late now, the room was empty, and I still felt ashamed to speak.

Scared and apprehensive.

It's just that soon, she doesn't have the heart to think about it so much.

Mu Beiting waited for a while, his body stiffened, and after his words got used to him, he hurriedly kissed her, hugged her slender body and rushed violently.

Mu Beiting wanted to be considerate of the words, but the instinct of her body made her can't help but hit her widely, and sweat dripped down her body, and the heat was amazing.

In order to make himself less guilty, and to make Mu Beiting more comfortable to write, he is also trying to cater to him.

After the initial strangeness and panic, both of them adapted to each other, following the instincts of their bodies.

I don't know how long it took.

It seems like a long, long time, and it doesn't seem to be long.

As soon as he spoke, he felt Mu Beiting suddenly take a deep breath, and then his movements became faster and faster, and his strength became heavier and heavier, and he was about to knock her away.

And she herself doesn't seem to be herself anymore, and the strange and unbearable tide of emotions in her body is overwhelmingly rushing towards her.

Finally, the white light flashed in front of his eyes, and his tense body completely relaxed with a flowing thing.

Mu Beiting, who was stimulated by the words, let out a low roar forbearingly, and the words only felt that his body was hot, and a burst of white light flashed in front of him.

Speech was short of breath and kept gasping for air.

And Mu Beiting still pinched her waist, lying on her body motionless, and his rapid gasping was very clear in the room.

The two were silent for a while before Mu Beiting took away the big hand on her waist and got out of bed and walked towards the bathroom.

After about 10 minutes, Mu Beiting turned back, bent down to pick her up and returned to the bathroom again.

He didn't speak, but his hands automatically wrapped around his neck, his face pressed against his bare chest, and he listened to his powerful heartbeat.

in the bathroom.

The bathtub had been filled with warm water, and after Mu Beiting carefully put her in, he himself walked in and hugged his words tightly in his arms again.

The warm water was splashed onto the floor as the two of them entered one after another, flowing smoothly under the illumination of the light.

The two of them soaked for about five minutes, and then they didn't linger any longer.

After Mu Beiting washed her, he didn't wear clothes, took her in his arms again, walked out of the bathroom, and when he came to the bed, he opened it with his big hand, and the top layer of sheets that had been stained was neatly thrown to the ground by Mu Beiting.

He put his words on the bed, and busily went to the closet to renovate the sheets, changing them like a snail girl.

The already sore and tired body of the words, after Mu Beiting's tossing, he couldn't help but feel guilty in his heart.

The intimacy between husband and wife, I don't seem to be of any use.

It was Mu Beiting who contributed, he was the one who put the bath water, she was the one who bathed her, and he was the one who even changed the sheets.

It's so weak-hearted.