Chinese Jing Mohao let out a deep breath in her neck, his voice was a little heavy, and said, "Children are important." ”

It's hard enough for her to be pregnant with a child, how can he bear to toss her again.

Luo Xi gently held his shoulder and bit his lip slightly.

He has always been unable to control his **, but this time he insisted so hard for the sake of his children.

"Jing Mohao, the child is almost four months old, it's okay to be lighter..."

Jing Mohao raised his head slightly and kissed her lightly on the cheek, "Luoxi..."

Luo Xi's arm around his neck tightened suddenly, "Jing Mohao, I want it, I miss you..."

The sentence I miss you completely broke the last line of defense under the man's eyes, and the torrent poured down and drowned him.

"Wait." The man spoke.

She is a rib of her own, and she has been gone for too long, how can she not yearn to be one.

She wants to come back, and she will wait for her to come back forever.

He reached out and lifted the barrier from her, untied himself, and leaned sideways behind her, clinging to her tightly, leaving no gaps.

He wrapped his arms around her tightly in front of him, and one after another fine kisses fell on her white and tender back,

Slowly dip in, pump slowly.

It's all his thoughts and love.

It is no longer the persecution of face-to-face constraints, nor is it the alienation of back-to-back indifference.

This rain and dew nourished two long-dried lands.

Once the golden wind and jade dew met, they won the heavens and the earth.

Luo Xi turned around in a dripping sweat and nestled into the man's arms, feeling his real Antai.

Jing Mohao felt her ironing heart, and her heart was also unprecedentedly rich.

In the past, even if he held thousands of people in his hands and sat on the wealth of a rich country, he was not as satisfied as holding her in his arms at this moment.

Luo Xi didn't feel sleepy, she just wanted to look at him well, look at him carefully, and make up for all the memories that she had ignored him before.

This man has always been such a charming existence, and any word he says is worthy of his own intoxication and obsession.

Luo Xi put up a hand, wrapped around his lean waist, and spoke shallowly under the man's downward gaze.

"Jing Mohao, you say you're not stupid."

The man hooked his lips, his fingertips curling a strand of her hair, twisting it.

"I'll admit I'm not as good as you at this point."

Luo Xi smiled lightly, he had already fallen in love with his way of speaking, so he didn't get angry with him, and went on, "Such a good wife is in a hurry to marry you, you don't want it, do you think you're stupid?" ”

The man raised his eyelids and disagreed, "Don't put it upside down when you say it, doesn't it mean that you are stupid?" ”

"No, my man is so handsome, so powerful, let me post it ten times..."

Before Luo Xi could finish speaking, a magnified handsome face fell.

The man's blazing gaze made her cheeks suddenly rise with a cloud of fire, and she realized what she was talking about.

The man's eyes rippled with magnificence, but his voice was low and hoarse and full of magnetism.

"Luoxi, when did you say love things so slippery, who did you learn from? Well? ”

As he spoke, he lightly gnawed on Luoxi's face of the boiled red sweet potato.

Luo Xi's face was even hotter when he said it, and he wanted to cry.

"Jing Mohao, I owe you so many words before, and now I'll tell you everything."

"Luoxi, remember for me, you never owe me anything."

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