Asa Zike thoroughly understands that you must not joke with the name of that man's child, otherwise you will be 'cleaned up' very miserably!

In the early morning, the whole body was as sore as if a car had been crushed, and she turned her head to look at the man's unfathomable black eyes, thinking of last night's madness, and the woman's little face couldn't help but blush.

Mozu Beitan supported his head with one hand, and played with a strand of woman's hair with the other: "What, are you still reminiscing about last night?" ”

"Nope!" Asakko turned his head to look out the window, trying to avoid the man's fiery eyes.

However, his chin was clamped by the man, forcing himself to meet his black eyes, and the man said softly with a little tenderness: "What do you think, my son, is it better to call it a bun or a steamed bun?" ”

Qianzi Ke wanted to cry without tears: "It's not good, really, it's not in line with your noble and high-grade son at all!" ”

But then again, before I got pregnant, why did I start thinking about the name?

"Last night, didn't you say it's called Xiao Baozi?" Mozu Beitan raised his eyebrows, and opened his mouth as if he was smiling.

"Ah...... Haha, I'm simple-minded and well-limbed, so don't take it seriously. Asakko Ke smiled smirkedly.

As soon as the words fell, the man clasped the back of the woman's head, kissed the woman's delicate lips gently but domineeringly, and the thin lips tossed and sucked the woman's lips, as if to taste the sweetness at one time.

The two gradually got lost in the kiss, Mozu Beitan took the woman into his arms, subconsciously, he wanted to protect this woman, there was no reason, he just didn't want her to be hurt in any way.

Asa Zike slowly responded to the man, she liked him from the beginning to the beginning, and she simply hoped to be by his side, he was there, and she could feel at ease.

The special emotions diffused in the fragrant kiss of the two, without any sundries, pure as water.

The small strawberries left on Asak's body had not yet faded, and they were printed with new ones by the man, as if silently announcing his possession of her.

The woman opened her misty beautiful eyes and said softly: "Beitan, can I call you that?" ”

"Call me Tan." The man kissed the woman's red lips lightly.

The little face that was originally blushing could drip blood at this time, pursed his lips, and whispered out a word: "Tan." ”

The man's body couldn't help but shook, and the word 'Tan' came out of her mouth to add a bit of temptation, and the soft voice sounded soft and comfortable.

"Like me?" Mozu Beitan asked with hot air blowing in the woman's ear, and his voice was hoarse and numb.

"Hmm." Asa Zike subconsciously responded, his cheeks hot.

The black eyes were suddenly full of smiles, and the man gently tore the woman's earlobe, gentle and domineering, and with a bit of unprecedented pampering: "Remember, you are mine, and you will accompany me for the rest of your life." ”

A simple sentence was deeply engraved into the woman's heart, leaving a crystal tear in the corner of her eye.

Asa Zike put his heart down and enjoyed the baptism of man's love, his little hands clutched the sheets, his teeth closed tightly but he still let out the soft moan that made his face blush and heartbeat.

Mozu Beitan looked at the woman's flushed little face with fiery eyes, as if he wanted to imprint her deeply in his mind, and said ambiguously in the woman's ear: "You have to work hard, and strive for a pot of steamed buns." ”

Asako Ke pursed her mouth, hugged the man's neck and offered her own fragrant kiss, let her love him once, even once.