Ning Xiang's face was hot, holding the rouge, and gently pursing her lips and smiling, such a tender watery drooping eyes almost melted people's hearts.

She never rubbed these rouge gouaches in her daily life, on the one hand, because her skin was white and delicate, she didn't need to rub these at all, and on the other hand, because of her previous life, after all, she couldn't live with Liang Bozhao in her previous life, and it was not an exaggeration to say that she was a red apricot out of the wall.

But at this time, when he heard that his father-in-law was going to rub his rouge, Ning Xiang only nodded softly and said softly; "Then I'll use it tomorrow."

After speaking, Ning Xiang lowered her head slightly, revealing a small piece of white and greasy skin at the crook of her neck, and added another sentence in a low voice; "I'm just going to show you."

The corners of Liang Bozhao's lips were slightly hooked, looking at her delicate and moving appearance, he couldn't help but soften his heart, stretched out his hand to pull her in his arms, and kissed the little lady's white and tender cheek.

After eating, Ning Xiang cleaned up the dishes and chopsticks, boiled hot water to serve Liang Bozhao to wash, and took pity on him for his hard work in the city, Ning Xiang had to prepare a large basin of water for him every night to soak his feet, and he was busy with these, and Ning Xiang quietly took a small basin of water and avoided Liang Bozhao to wash himself.

got into bed, the man hooked his big hand and took Ning Xiang in his arms, they often had the same room for a while, if it weren't for the pity that Ning Xiang was young and weak, Liang Bozhao would have liked to bully her under him every night.

This night, because she was just going to pass yesterday, worried that she would not be able to bear it, Liang Bozhao had no intention of cloud and rain, and was just about to close his eyes and hug his mother to sleep, but unexpectedly noticed that the villain in his arms moved and shook his arm gently.

Liang Bozhao was a little amused, stared at her and asked; "What's wrong?"

Ning Xiang couldn't open her mouth a little, only lowered her eyes, her long black eyelashes were like a small fan, covering those autumn-like eyes, although she was reliving her life, and she was so affectionate with Liang Bozhao, but if she wanted to take the initiative to be happy with a man, she still couldn't say anything.

She was too ashamed to raise her eyes, and her small hands trembled slightly, and she untied her bedclothes, revealing a water-red belly pocket inside.

This belly pocket is also embroidered by herself, it is a very bright color, lined with the fine skin and tender flesh of the body, snowy skin and flowers, burning the man's eyes.

Liang Bozhao's breathing suddenly became heavy, but he was worried that she would catch a cold, so he only tucked the quilt for her and covered the beauty of that body.

Ning Xiang took advantage of the situation to bury her body in his arms and whispered; "Xianggong, let's give birth to a little doll."

Liang Bozhao's eyes were dark, and when he saw the little lady leaning on the crook of his arm softly and bonelessly, he only felt a little pity between his emotions; "You're still young, let's not rush."

Ning Xiang listened to her husband say this, and whispered; "But I... I'm in a hurry..."

Liang Bozhao couldn't help laughing, turned over and pressed her under him, and spit out a sentence in a low voice; "Okay, then let's have one."

After saying that, he took her lips and sucked the rest of her words.

This night is naturally the hibiscus tent warm, upside down the phoenix, because of the incense with the balm, only let Liang Bozhao love like fire, difficult to suppress, Ning Xiang hands and feet are sore, like duckweed, tightly climbing Liang Bozhao, heaven and earth, with him to go...