long love becomes ill

Chapter 825

Li Shenmu took a deep look at her with her phoenix eyes, and saw that her whole face was about to be covered by the pillow, stealthily stealing pleasure like a sneaky fox, she unknowingly curled her lips, and picked out one of them without changing her expression. One, read it in a low and sexy way:

A new family moved into the town. It was a young widow with hibiscus noodles and willow-leaf eyebrows. She walked weakly and wiggled like a willow, and instantly attracted the attention of a street man.

The widow lived next door to a blacksmith, a man in his late 27s, his parents died and he has never married a wife.

One day, the little widow went to the blacksmith's house to make a stove, only to hear the blacksmith say: "Little lady, there are iron stoves ready-made, in the backyard, let me get them."

The little widow didn't suspect him, and followed the blacksmith to the backyard, but the blacksmith closed the door, put his arms around the little widow, and said arrogantly, "I'll get you the iron stove now."

The little widow blushed.

Qing Huan felt something was wrong when she heard this, the pillow in her arms was emptied, and was taken away by the man, she opened her eyes to meet the deep eyes of the other party, there was an undisguised scorching gaze in her phoenix eyes.

"Change another one, this one doesn't sound good." Her voice trembled slightly, her throat felt a little dry, her limbs were weak, and she had an ominous premonition.

"Isn't my wife fascinated by listening to it? Don't you like this?" The handsome man had an unusually low voice and hugged her.

"No, you're thinking about it, you don't listen to books anymore, I want to drink tea, fruit tea, you go and make tea." She stretched out her hand to push him in a panic.

"I'll make tea for you right away." The man carried her straight up to the second floor, and then kicked the door. As for making tea, it was a long time later.

"Are you still listening? The little widow and the blacksmith went into the back room and haven't read yet." The man looked at her flushed face and the thin layer of sweat on her body, and asked in a low voice.

"No, don't listen." She still feels ringing in her ears and cramps in her feet. It is not easy to survive. Qing Huan's voice trembles slightly, and she has no strength in her body. She just wants to bury herself in the quilt and pass out. up.

She never knew that he could have so many tricks, and she couldn't even look directly at her later pleasure.

This man is horrible.

"Really don't want it anymore?" The man asked hoarsely in her ear.

Qing Huan chose to ignore him, and her heart trembled slightly. After all these years of abstinence, her body is indeed honest.

"Go and make tea, and say you don't listen to books." Qing Huan became angry, but she was beautiful, and the man thought she was acting like a baby.

Li Shenmu stared at her for a while, then got up to make tea.

It was half an hour before Qing Huan drank tea, and she sat holding her teacup in the north-south ventilated hall, not wanting to move at all.

Seeing her squinting her eyes to enjoy the fragrance of tea, Li Shenmu smiled slightly.

He remembered the little elk he raised when he was a teenager, petting it, feeding it, and living with it all day long, and then the little elk couldn't leave him anymore.Taming animals and taming people are both the same truth.

Qing Huan is his little elk, he wants her to get used to the rice he cooks, the tea he makes, everything about him, and then get used to him, and she will never be able to leave him again.

(End of this chapter)