The cranky thoughts in Han Yuqing's heart were swept away in an instant, he stood on tiptoe, raised his right hand and gently stroked Tian Xinzhuang's forehead.

It seemed to be a little hot, and her hand slowly reached for his neck.

The sudden coolness on his forehead made Tian Xinzhuang feel comfortable for a short time.

However, that hand left so quickly, Tian Xinzhuang's heart suddenly emptied, and he looked at Han Yuqing's pretty face in front of him, slightly lowering a little with a painful face.

Han Yuqing was twisting his eyebrows, his lips were pursed, and he muttered in his heart.

This neck is actually a little hot, it can't be a fever, right?

"What else is wrong with you?"

Tian Xinzhuang didn't hear what Han Yuqing was saying, but just looked at the two tightly pursed lips one by one, as if they had magic power, attracting him to think-

What do you want? Yes, taste what it tastes like and feel if it's as cool as you think.

Before he could figure out what he wanted, his lips were already lightly glued to those two lips.

It is slightly cool, soft and soft, which feels more comfortable than the cotton in the new mattress and quilt that Miao Miao sewed for them.

It's just that why the heat on the body doesn't feel like it's going to go down, it seems to be even hotter.

Han Yuqing was suddenly stupid, and her hand was still in his neck.

The handsome face that suddenly enlarged in front of her suddenly made her heart seem to fly.

His lips burned somewhat, as if they were burning hers.

No, it wasn't the pain, it burned her lips, her heart, and her people.

The burning heat from him passed through the tightly bound lips between the two of them, to hers, and then to her heart and body in an instant.

She quickly closed her eyes, and just like that, she quietly made intimate contact with him.

She felt like she wanted to burn, burn, burn and burn with him like this...

Not enough, Tian Xinzhuang felt that this coolness was far from being able to relieve the heat in his body, so he tightly wrapped her in his arms.

The lips groped and probed, trying to find more coolness between the slightly open lips.

"Xinzhuang—"

Han Yuqing couldn't help but mutter, and this just gave Tian Xinzhuang more opportunities to plunder cool.

"Hmm!"

Tian Xinzhuang, who responded gently, just wanted to go further and plunder all her coolness.

What he didn't know, however, was that gradually, there was no more coolness between his lips, only more and more burning heat.

The night was getting darker, and there was still a strong northwest wind blowing in the March night.

Tian Xinzhuang suddenly woke up the moment he felt that he was about to explode, and suddenly understood why he wanted to see her every day for so long.

He just wants her to be her daughter-in-law, he just wants to hold her like this, love her, and seem to have more desires...

Trying to suppress the swelling pain in that place, Tian Xinzhuang reluctantly let go of Han Yuqing's lips that were as hot as him.

"Yuqing, wait, wait for me to marry you, I'll love you again."

"Hmm!"

Han Yuqing was still dizzy, leaning his face lightly against his chest, listening to his solid and powerful heartbeat.

When the answer is over, I know what I promised.

The face, which was already covered with red glow, was a little hot and painful at this time.

Who said that he was made of wood, how could he do this, he was not wooden at all.

But she liked it inexplicably in her heart, she liked the way he looked like wood, and she liked the way he looked when he wasn't woody just now.

He said that when he married her, he would love her again.

Necrotic, though, she still likes it.