After being forced to be wild with relatives, Khan pampers him every day

Zhao Xueying could only watch Wanyan Lie getting closer and closer, but she couldn't stop her. She was so shy, she turned around and tightly grasped the edge of the wooden barrel with her plain white hands, and leaned against the barrel tightly. wall.

Wanyan Lie stepped into the bathtub with a smile, Zhao Xueying only felt that the water level was rising rapidly, the water was about to overflow, he was really a big guy.

Although the bathtub is large, it seems a bit crowded for two people.

Wanyan Lie stretched out his long arms and hugged Zhao Xueying who was close at hand.

Her little face was blushing, so frank, she just wanted to find a crack in the ground to slip through.

Zhao Xueying could feel Wanyan Liezhuo's hot eyes, and said from embarrassment, "You are not allowed to look."

As he spoke, he raised his hand to cover Wanyan Lie's eyes, but Wanyan Lie caught him straight.

In his big rough hands, her small white hands looked even more white-smooth-smooth-tender.

Wanyanlie took her little hand and put it on his lips and kissed it gently, but his deep eyes looked straight-hook-hook at Zhao Xueying.

His lips—soft—soft—hot—hot, pressed against her palm, numb half of her body.

Wanyan Lie hugged her tightly around her waist and held her tightly in his arms.

Her long black hair was draped over her shoulders, making her fair and pink face even more apparent, and her delicate and beautiful facial features made people unable to take their eyes off.

Seeing him like this, Zhao Xueying bit her rosy lips shyly.

Under the effect of this curling mist, she looks even more delicate-tender-juicy.

Wanyan Lie pinched her pretty chin, forced her lips to open slightly, and then slowly lowered his head and kissed her.

Zhao Xueying slowly closed her eyes, under Wanyanlie's gentle attack, she no longer resisted, but gently placed her hand on his firm chest full of muscles.

His chest was covered with long and short scars, although a bit ugly, it gave him an uncontrollable wildness.

The weak eat the strong, who doesn't like the strong?The same goes for women.

Just when Zhao Xueying couldn't breathe, Wanyanlie raised his head gently, looked at her close at hand, and said with a smile: "Exhale, are you going to suffocate yourself?"

Zhao Xueying grabbed his arm, nestled into his arms, and said softly, "Husband."

She called him so tenderly and sweetly, how could Wanyan Lie bear it?

He held Zhao Xueying tightly in his arms, so tight, until Zhao Xueying snorted softly: "Husband, you hurt me."

"Feel sorry."

As Wanyanlie said, his arms relaxed slightly, but his lips did not stay idle, kissing her cheeks, ears, necks...

Zhao Xueying closed her eyes, feeling his kiss.

At this moment, Zhao Xueying felt an unruly big hand, hurriedly raised it to grab it, and begged: "No."

Wan Yanlie kissed her neck and murmured: "Be good."

"No, not here."

Maybe her little hands were too restless, Wanyan Lie directly clamped her little hands and pinned them to the wall of the wooden barrel, and he was on top of him.

Wanyan Lie stared at her very closely, with strangeness in his eyes.

Zhao Xueying looked at him timidly, her eyes were big and bright.

Wanyan Lie said with some distress: "Xue'er, can't you feel sorry for your husband? I look forward to the stars and the moon, but you still don't want to?"

"I don't want to, I just..."

It's just that being in the tub is a little too... too difficult to talk about.

But she didn't dare to say it, if she said it, Wanyan Lie must have many words to educate her.

"Be good then." Wanyan Lie interrupted.

This man is always so strong and domineering.

"Yes." Zhao Xueying agreed in a strange way.

Satisfied with such a cute answer, Wanyan Lie lowered his head and licked her lips.

"Well……"

Zhao Xueying couldn't help but make a sound.

……

Finally, Wanyan Lie was considerate of her lack of physical strength, stepped out of the tub first, took a white towel and walked to the tub, stretched out his hand to pull Zhao Xueying in the tub.

Zhao Xueying's legs were so soft and her whole body was sore-painful, she didn't stand up in a daze.

Wanyanlie felt distressed and guilty, and said, "Xue'er, I'm sorry, I..."

The more Zhao Xueying thought about it, the more wronged she became, she raised her little hand to cover her palm-sized face and began to cry.

Wanyan Lie was heartbroken, leaned over, supported her thin and beautiful shoulders with both hands, and said with frowned: "Xue'er, I'm sorry, it's all my husband's fault."

"You, you know how to bully me. The way you looked just now was really scary." Zhao Xueying cried.

Wan Yanlie kissed her wet hair, and said: "It's my husband's fault, and my husband will definitely not behave like this next time."

Zhao Xueying put down her little hand, her eyes were red, and she said in an aggrieved way: "You say this every time, but you forget about it every time. You, you might as well find another woman. I really can't bear it."

Wanyan Lie's face changed in an instant, a little serious, and his eyes were darker than before.

When his face darkened, Zhao Xueying was still quite scared, and now she also felt that what she just said was a bit too much, Wanyan Lie disliked her pushing him to other women the most.

Zhao Xueying stopped talking, but kept wiping her tears with her white and tender hands.

It was eerily quiet in the room.

Until a sigh broke the oppressive silence, Wan Yanlie said: "The water is already cold, I will help you up, don't catch cold."

As he spoke, he put the large bath towel on his shoulders, and then set Zhao Xueying up.

Although it was warm spring, it was still a bit cold to stand up just after taking a bath, Zhao Xueying couldn't help shivering.

The large bath towel wrapped her half up.

Wanyan Lie hugged her horizontally, wrapped her tightly, lifted her upright, and walked towards the bed.

When he got to the bed, Wanyan Lie wrapped her hair with a white sweat towel.

Because Zhao Xueying often messes with him, his hairdo skills are already quite superb.

After wiping off the water stains on her body, she dressed her one by one, then sent her to bed, and then sat behind her and wiped her hair.

Seeing Yan Lie busily busy, Zhao Xueying felt a little distressed.

This man treats her so well, but she talks about him in that way.

She moved her lips, wanting to apologize, but she couldn't open her mouth.

Maybe every time it was Wanyan Lie who coaxed her, Wanyan Lie was the one who admitted his mistake first, so he spoiled her so much that he knew that he had said something wrong, and he was unwilling to apologize or coax him.

She even had plausible reasoning in her heart, it was obvious that he was taking too much care of himself, which frightened her so badly that she felt like she was going to be unloaded by him.

While wiping Zhao Xueying's hair, Wanyan Lie said, "Xue'er, it's not good for your husband, you shouldn't ignore your feelings like that. I don't know what's wrong, but every now and then I feel as if I'm in a daze. I……"

Wan Yanlie continued to say with distress in his heart: "I will never do that again, you trust me."

"Ah."

Wanyan Lie paused for a moment, then asked: "Then what you said just now, do you think you are right?"

He is ten years older than her, and every time he talks to her like this, it feels like the elder is educating the younger.

She didn't dare to tell Wanyan Lie about this feeling, if she did, she didn't know how he would go about it.

This man is very concerned about his age, and he is the kind who cares about paranoia.

"..." Zhao Xueying didn't speak.

Wanyan Lie simply stopped, leaned against the head of the bed, hugged Zhao Xueying over, wiped her hair while looking at her and said, "Why don't you talk? Huh?"