Marriage sleepy: less power to pet lightly

Chapter 200 I finally stopped answering the phone

"Wait!" Song Zhiwei stopped suddenly, "Where's the ointment? Did you forget it at your mother's house?"

As soon as she finished speaking, Wei Xuan took it out of his trouser pocket and put it aside.

How could he forget to take such an important thing, just kidding.

"Wait!" Song Zhiwei yelled again, "The curtains, the curtains are not closed."

Wei Xuan could only be patient, and got out of bed to close the curtains.

Now we can finally do "business".

But just as they were in full swing and getting better, the phone rang again inappropriately.

Wei Xuan was getting a little angry, why was someone interrupting him every time he was doing "business".

Song Zhiwei couldn't help laughing, "Why do I have a phone call every time, it seems that you have to take me to a place where I can't receive the signal."

He kissed the woman hard on the mouth, vented his dissatisfaction before Wei Xuan went to get his phone.

However, when he saw the incoming call displayed on the screen, he did not answer it immediately.

"It's your mother's phone number, right?" Song Zhiwei, who was leaning on the bed, saw Wei Xuan's hesitant look, and guessed right.

She couldn't help gloating and said: "Pick it up, if you don't pick it up, your mother will know that you didn't send me to work."

Of course Wei Xuan understands that this call cannot be answered, otherwise today's "business" will be "yellow" again.

He immediately turned the phone to silent and threw it aside...

Mom can coax him later, if this "fire" is extinguished now, he may really have obstacles in the future!

Song Zhiwei screamed and pushed him dissatisfied, "You are so heavy!"

"Get used to it!" After waiting for so long, Wei Xuan really didn't have much patience, his movements were a little rough, and the thin calluses on his big palms made her feel a little uncomfortable.

Song Zhiwei pushed the black head of "making waves" in dissatisfaction, and said angrily: "No...you haven't said those three words to me...I can't just give it to you."

Although under his repeated provocations, she had already "thrown away her armor", but Song Zhiwei has not forgotten that there are some things he has never said, and this is the time to say them.

"I want you?"

Men's thinking is very different from women's. From their point of view, love is expressed more in "actions", especially for a man like Wei Xuan who usually doesn't know sweet words. At this time, it is necessary to connect with Song Zhiwei raletively hard.

Song Zhiwei was naturally very dissatisfied, and scratched hard on his shoulders that were as strong as steel, "No!"

"You are so beautiful?" The man's mind was not on talking at all.

But Song Zhiwei was getting serious at this time, thinking that he wouldn't even say those three words, and still wanted to trick her into sleeping with him?It is simply too much!

She wanted to kick him angrily, but the man grabbed her foot quickly.

"Don't make trouble." The man warned in a deep voice.

It's this time, still like a little wild cat, really disobedient.

The stubborn Song Zhiwei wanted to get close, but Wei Xuan refused.

"Ah!" She suddenly let out a coquettish cry.

He actually bit her!
"Forbearance."

He had done his best to ease her possible pain.

Song Zhiwei also understood this truth, so she didn't fight too much, but she was still nervous and scared.

Panting, she held Wei Xuan's face, and said persistently like a child begging for candy: "You haven't said those three words to me yet."

"Which three words?" The man who has always been ignorant of amorous feelings doesn't have much blood in his brain at this time, and his thinking ability is also limited. He lowered his head and kissed the little rose-colored mouth that he couldn't put it down, and asked.

Do you want her to tell him those three words?
Song Zhiwei glared at him dissatisfied, and turned her head to try to avoid his touch.

However, the man pinched her jaw, not allowing her to escape.

"Woo, woo!" The nose and mouth were wrapped in the man's breath, and Song Zhiwei felt that her whole body was going to be cooked.

After a while, Wei Xuan felt that it was almost the time, and she should be able to bear it.

So, he knelt up and took the ointment to apply.

Will it be on the headlines tomorrow? Mom, she's so scared!
Wei Xuan didn't know that she was retreating in her heart, and would not allow her to run away again.

He smeared himself, and he didn't forget to smear her.

When the cold paste faded away, the strong contrast between ice and fire made Song Zhiwei tremble slightly.

After making preparations, Wei Xuan could not wait any longer.

Clasping fingers, he leaned over, kissed her tight little face, and comforted her in a low voice: "Hey, don't be afraid."

When his body was torn apart inch by inch, Song Zhiwei finally couldn't help but fight, "No, it hurts!"

Veins popped out on Wei Xuan's forehead, and he might not feel better than her.

He clasped her fluttering waist, and continued cruelly——

The disparity between the two made it very difficult for Song Zhiwei to accept. Even with the help of medicine, she was still in pain.

(End of this chapter)