"Clouds, clouds—" She couldn't help but start to tremble, her whole body was like a rose that had just been bathed in rain and dew, and she was spitting out fragrant petals.

"Husband, call me husband-" He leaned down and gently untied the shackles of her heart, letting her carry the snow-white rabbit in her arms, and jumped out, and the cute little red eyes were pressing against his lips for a moment.

Gently holding one, she immediately began to tremble under her. The sweet and smooth taste is like white and tender water tofu, which is fascinating.

"Old, husband—" The voice trembled with a hint of confusion, sounding like rejection and rejection. The most unbearable thing for him was such a moment like her. The slender fingers gently curled the sideburns around her ears, like tangled feelings, lingering around him.

"Husband—don't—" she exclaimed, but it was Leng Yunting holding her waist and burying his head under her. Once on the island, he also played this cheap trick, so that she almost surrendered.

However, Leng Yunting didn't care, his fingers tightly clamped her slender waistline, gently separated her legs, and buried her head.

Because of nervousness, her little mouth opened and closed, bright pink-red, and seemed to be a beautiful rose. The last time he had served her like this, he couldn't see anything clearly because it was a big night.

And at this moment, exposed to the light, he can take a closer look at all of her.

(N words are omitted here, please imagine for yourself.) At the end of the year, the river crab crawled over, and the Celestial Empire asked the little pot friends to study hard, and they went up every day, and they touched the beautiful rose petals with their fingertips curiously, which caused her to react strongly. She struggled violently: "Leng Yunting, if you do this again, I-"

All the words, on the tip of his tongue, swept her lightly, and then all failed. She was like a fish thrown on the board, showing her white belly in vain, but she couldn't break free from the restraints and entanglements.

Misty eyes, looking at the Thai chandelier on the ceiling.

Ascending to immortality or falling into hell are all insignificant in the face of waves of surging waves.

She couldn't help but scream, chant, and aria, her fingers clutching at the sheets, leaping, circling.

At that moment, she really felt that she might die.

And Leng Yunting, just as she flew to the top, quickly captured her territory.

After it was over, he also kissed her hair obsessively, like a small animal smoothing the hair, so that the lazy cat basking in the sun had half open eyes comfortably.

His whole body was filled with her taste, sweet and rich, like a coconut wine he had just drunk. Maybe the way he expresses his feelings is a little more straightforward, but he has no intention of changing that.

Now that he has married his wife home, he naturally wants to make the best use of it.

A marriage expert said that a proper married life is an indispensable nutrient for couples.

If what he said was right, then Luo Qingxue felt that her married life was a bit overnourished.

"Wife. He gently touched her little rabbit and rubbed the tip of her nose against it.

On the big bed of Tess in a foreign country, he snorted lightly at the end of his nose, and the guy who had just eaten for a long time seemed to have begun to be dishonest with his paws again, always rubbing up and down.