There seemed to be an electric current running through her body, and her fingertips were numb, and she couldn't help but shrink back.

But the hand he clasped around her waist did not move like an iron pincer.

A kiss that was so long that I don't know how long, after parting, she was buried in his arms and embarrassed to look up.

He stretched out his hand to tidy up her messy clothes, and helped her smooth her hair, and then he said neatly: "You are a child's house." It's called a kiss, baby learn a little. ”

Xu Xintong didn't dare to look up at him at all.

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Because I have been on the boat for a long time, a staff member on the shore has come to look for someone with a flashlight.

Xu Xintong blushed and pushed him away, and tugged at his sleeve to signal him to hurry up.

Fu Wenzhou rowed the boat to the shore, went down to tie the rope, and turned around and handed her his hand.

Xu Xintong was still a little scared, standing on the bow of the boat and hesitating.

"Don't look down, give me your hand." His broad palm spread out smoothly and was placed in front of her.

Then she handed it to him.

Fu Wenzhou got down steadily, leaned over and picked her up from the bow of the boat half a meter away, and walked through the shade towards the residence.

Xu Xintong hooked his neck and looked at him for a moment: "Mr. Fu, why are you holding me so easily?" ”

"It's easy for your husband to you."

Xu Xintong's ears were red, and he buried his head in his arms and refused to lift it.

The night breeze blows on the face, and it can't dissipate heat.

Why does he say everything?

It's really hard to associate him like this with the calm and solemn person who holds the wisdom bead at work.

At this point, everyone else also slept, except for Zhou Xianyang who sent a text message to Fu Wenzhou asking him if he wanted to come to play cards, the rest of them rested.

Fu Wenzhou politely refused him, and by the way, he kindly reminded him to go to bed early, so as not to be unable to get up during a snowball fight the next day.

Zhou Xianyang didn't reply, obviously disdainful.

Xu Xintong took a shower and lay on the sofa to chat with Liang Sisi. Chatting and chatting, I felt that something was wrong, why was the light above my head so dim.

She looked up and found Fu Wenzhou sitting on the edge of the sofa looking at her, his tall figure blocking a large light in front of her.

The lamp is also a dim wall lamp, and the room is filled with a different kind of ambiguity.

She clearly didn't drink, but she felt as if she was drunk.

As if sensing something, she turned off her phone and set it aside.

At the same time, he leaned down, brushed her hair and slowly sucked and kissed her.

Xu Xintong hooked his neck, adjusted it, and hummed, looking a little painful.

"What's wrong?"

"There's something down there, panic." She shifted and pulled something out from underneath, and when she looked closely, it was his belt.

Fu Wenzhou took it, raised his hand and threw it aside.

"Bang" sounded, it was the sound of the metal faucet hitting the tabletop, which made her heart tremble slightly.

As if on fire, she put her arms around his neck softly and rubbed around his chest.

"Do you want your husband to hug you?" Fu Wenzhou smiled.

"Well, go to bed." She was almost hanging on top of him, dazed, feeling suspended in the air, as if she had been picked up by him and laid flat on the edge of the bed.

The head is down, and the hair strands are hanging down.

She swam and twisted like a small fish in a wandering sea, her legs twisted like tangled silk.

This bed seems to be quite narrow, not like a double bed, and he can't do it at all if he props it up like this.

She craned her neck, her black hair spread like a tide on the white sheets, and her face was as bright and delicate as a blooming flower, and her face was flushed.

Sometimes I think she's cute, sometimes I think she's wild, like a delicate cat, and her voice is like a cat, calling him one by one, and a person like him who is full of concentration can't help but sway, can't help himself.

He grabbed her, folded her wrists, took them into his arms, and swallowed her lips with impunity.

Chapter 27: Is it ripe?

Xu Xintong fell asleep in the first half of the night, so tired that his eyelids were filled with lead.

In the second half of the night, she woke up faintly and reached out to grab the cup, and the person next to her handed the cup over for her with a long arm.

"Thank you." She took a sip and found her voice hoarse.

"Don't scream so loudly next time, you'll be dumb." He smiled and slowly hooked the slippery strap back onto her shoulder.

The fingertips are cool, like the coolness of the night breeze sneaking into the room, following the texture of the skin.

Xu Xintong's face was hot for a while, as if he had a fever.

She turned her head to look out the window, and the snow was falling in the first half of the night, but the second half of the night had stopped, and it was white under the cold moonlight.

It's cold to look at.

She subconsciously wrapped the quilt on her body, but her body suddenly fell, and she was scooped into her warm arms by a pair of hands.

Xu Xintong turned around: "What are you doing?" ”

"Baby, you have a mole here." His fingertips traveled along her spine, shuddering slightly, before resting at the butterfly bone.

Xu Xintong leaned back, out of reach.

"A little red mole." He added, his fingers went down naturally, not as a delicate stroke, but as if they had achieved some purpose, and then stopped in one place. Her face changed, and she ducked forward.

"There's a little red mole here, about the same, that you can't see." He laughed and scooped her into his arms again.

"Phew!" She spat at him, "You're very observant."

"To be fair, don't you keep looking at me."

She blushed and denied it, ignored him, grabbed her phone and played her game on the bedside.

Fu Wenzhou smiled and went outside to smoke a cigarette on the terrace. When he returned, he threw his coat back into the sofa and reached for her head.

She said disgustedly: "The smell of smoke in one hand." ”

"Is there one?" He sniffed it himself and knew that she was deliberately finding fault, so he leaned over and came to catch her.

She was so frightened that she shrank under the bed, and when she didn't see him coming, she pulled the edge of the bed with both hands and carefully poked out half of her head, and raised her head and smiled at him.

The small face of the slap is white, pretty, and a pair of eyes seem to contain a clear spring.

At first glance, it is a rabbit, and then it is a seductive cat, pure with a little hooked greed.

Fu Wenzhou sat at the corner of the bed and looked at her, with a smile on his lips, the meaning of which was unknown.

Xu Xintong looked at him for a while, and saw that he really didn't mean to arrest himself, so he went back to his stomach. The game didn't end, the shadow fell overhead, her exclamation was drowned out, and the phone fell to the floor, with a clear and loud "bang".

I don't know if it's broken.

The edges are so cramped that there's a risk of crumbling at any moment. Xu Xintong hooked him and tried to shrink in, but half of his body was still hanging in the air, wanting to cry without tears.

"It's going to fall." She was pitiful, so she could only hug him tightly.

"I can't fall down, my husband is holding it." He propped up one hand above her, with a little ridicule in his smile, a pair of dark eyes were bottomless, he seemed to like to see her nervous curled up, when nervous, the fair little face was particularly delicate and beautiful.

In fact, she looked really small, and when she first got married, he was embarrassed to touch her, and it always felt like a crime.

Xu is heart is sharp, her fingertips followed his chest upwards, and touched his Adam's apple: "Mr. Fu, can I ask you a question?" ”

"Ask." He sat up, dragged her underneath, and pulled her wrist back.

Her breath suddenly became unstable, scolded him for being a bastard, turned her head and raised her delicate cheeks, full of accusations: "You are the flower that destroys the motherland!" I'm going to sue you! ”

"Sue it, whatever you want. I'm licensed, legal. He pulled her back into his arms, kisses landing on her lips, on the tip of her nose, and on the red mole on her butterfly bone.

"So pro, have you talked about ten or eight girlfriends!" She struggled in his arms like a small animal, breathing unsteadily, and her voice was pretty.

Fu Wenzhou asked her rhetorically, but the kiss didn't fall: "You say it first, the children of the motherland." ”

Don't be too obvious in this laugh.

Not to be outdone: "There are a lot of exes. ”

"Really? How many? Do I know each other? He laughed and turned her over, and folded her legs, and she arched herself and rolled over the quilt, her black hair falling down to cover her flushed little face, and begging for mercy.

In the second half of the night, she glanced at her phone, and it was five o'clock.

The sky was white, and guests came out of the room one after another, and gradually there was a noisy sound.

Fu Wenzhou came out of the bathroom after washing, she was still lying down, lying on the quilt wrapped with her back to him. Lying like this, she didn't panic.

He went over and scooped her up, and she struggled wildly, and fell asleep like a cat.

He covered her, looked down, paused for a moment, and then folded back to the bathroom.

When he came out, he took a handkerchief in his hand and patted her: "Hitomi, clean it up and be comfortable." ”

She didn't care about her, and she didn't dislike the place where the suspender was wet and sticking to her body.

Fu Wenzhou had no choice but to take her into his arms, wipe it down, and stop for a while to wipe her calf before going up. There are still red marks on the knees up, all of which were pinched by him.

As soon as he touched her, he began to squirm again, hummed and said no, turned over and went back to sleep.

Fu Wenzhou had no choice but to give up.

Originally, an appointment was made to gather at 9 o'clock, but Xu Xintong didn't get up until 9:30, so Fu Wenzhou had to call to apologize and let them go first.

But she can't be blamed for this, it's all his own fault.

Xu Xintong was still sitting on the edge of the bed in a daze when she got up, looking like she hadn't woken up.

"Hitomi up, we're going to have a snowball fight." He came over and patted her on the shoulder.

Annoyed a little, she opened his hand, jumped down and put on his slippers and went to the bathroom.