Marriage sleepy: less power to pet lightly

Chapter 257 Subverting the Traditional Experience

"Wei Xuan, I met your Uncle Zhang today. He said that he has a relative who is doing a large-scale wedding. Make a note of the phone and ask some time." Wei Changkong's voice came from outside.

Song Zhiwei, who was immersed in the wave of love, suddenly became tense all over with fright, and was so nervous that she woke up instantly.

However, her sudden tenseness shocked the man on her body, and let out an extremely magnetic muffled groan.

"Get out quickly, your dad is here." Clenching weak little fists, Song Zhiwei pushed him.

Like him, she was sweating profusely, her petite body trembling uncontrollably.

Veins loomed on Wei Xuan's forehead, and he didn't understand why his father came to "disturb" him at this time.

Wouldn't it be his life to let him "go out" at this time?
"Speak up!" Song Zhiwei urged Wei Xuan anxiously, her voice changed due to nervousness.

If they keep silent in the room, isn't that the same as telling people outside what they are doing?
"Don't..." Wei Xuan clenched his teeth and took a deep breath on her ear, "It's pinched."

If this goes on like this, the sliver of reason that he managed to clear will probably be reduced to ashes soon.

Taking a deep breath, he replied loudly, "Okay, Dad."

Song Zhiwei blushed and buried her head in his neck, not daring to speak.

She thought he was going to "go out" at last, but unexpectedly, he suddenly sat up while hugging her.

An uncontrollable scream was immediately blocked by her thin lips in her throat.

Holding the phone in one hand, Wei Xuan held her up in the other, and stood under the bed in an "inseparable" posture.

Song Zhiwei felt that she was going crazy, and scratched his shoulders with her small hands, but she didn't dare to scold him, because if she opened her mouth, she might not be able to restrain herself from making a "misunderstood" sound.

Wei Xuan was almost "cuffed" by her so his legs went limp. He reached out and patted her PP, and said in a deep voice, "Relax!"

How can Song Zhiwei relax, and such a hanging posture will only make her more tense, how can she relax?

"Hurry up and take a note on your phone." Wei Changkong urged outside the door without knowing it.

"Okay." Wei Xuan took a deep breath, and responded in as calm a voice as possible.

He "led" her to the door.

Such unusual extreme "bumps" made Song Zhiwei almost faint at any moment.

She was unable to hang on him, and her entire body weight was supported by "sitting" on his palm.

These few steps, Wei Xuan walked quite hard.

But such a "special" feeling is not all unbearable, on the contrary, there is also an inexplicable joy!

Walking "hardly", he walked half a step away from the door.

Wei Xuan said, "Dad, tell me."

"13XXX" Wei Changkong began to read the number.

Wei Xuan supported Song Zhiwei with one hand and recorded the number with one hand.

"Remember it?" Wei Changkong asked.

"Okay." Wei Xuan replied through the door.

"You'd better call tomorrow and ask, don't delay the wedding." Wei Changkong urged.

"Understood, Dad." Wei Xuan's voice sounded very normal, but he didn't know that Song Zhiwei was being slowly "bullied" by him.

Biting her lower lip tightly, Song Zhiwei's whole body was shaking. She used the greatest perseverance in her life to restrain the strong urge to speak out at this moment.

"Dad, let's rest." Wei Xuan knew that she couldn't take it anymore, and he couldn't take it anymore, so he hinted at Wei Changkong.

"Okay." Wei Changkong also wanted to hug his grandson early, so he had no objection to their "early rest", although he didn't know that his son and daughter-in-law were already "creating humans" in the room.

Wei Changkong finally left, and the man who endured until the veins were exposed turned around and strode towards the bed.

However, Song Zhiwei couldn't bear such "bumping stimulation", she bit his muscles tightly with her small mouth, her body trembled violently, and couldn't help "arriving" early.

Wei Xuan's brain became hot for a moment, and the string of reason broke instantly. He couldn't wait to get back to the bed, so he immediately pushed her against the wall, and then violently hit her——

The second elder, who was outside calculating how many tables of relatives and friends he wanted to invite, vaguely heard some "strange" sound.

But because the living room is some distance away from Wei Xuan's room, it's not obvious.

Wei Changkong's hearing is better, and he realized something in an instant, so he stood up and suggested to his mother-in-law: "Sister and sister, it's getting late, let's continue the discussion tomorrow. You can also go upstairs to rest."

He Yuxiu always went to bed early, so she was indeed tired at this time.

After a night of discussion, she was quite satisfied with the sincerity of the Wei family, so her tone became better, "Okay, let's discuss it tomorrow, we two old bones can't stay up late like young people, haha."

in the room.

Wei Xuan pressed his forehead to forehead tightly against Song Zhiwei who was about to die from crying, and his voice was extremely low and hoarse like a bell, "Honey, you are so loud, don't hear it from outside."

Song Zhiwei couldn't hear what he was saying at all, and could only toss and sink with the strong stimulation he gave her.

Probably also felt that this was too "blatant", Wei Xuan slowed down his movements after a little bit of "relief".

Song Zhiwei's crying suddenly became quieter, she looked at him shyly and angrily with big black eyes, and complained: "You scoundrel"

She knew clearly that she couldn't bear it, but she had to use such a fierce posture, which made her face cry. She "hated" him to death.

Wei Xuan wiped away the tears on her face distressedly, but did not interrupt the "stop".

Walking around the room with her in his arms, Song Zhiwei was so uncomfortable that she lay on his shoulder and hummed, "Go to the bed. Don't do this."

However, Wei Xuan prefers to be more "creative" than mediocre.

When he came to a wall, he suddenly pushed her against the wall——

The "blow" that went deep into the soul made Song Zhiwei almost faint——

Before she could adapt, he began to "sweat like rain" again——

For the next long hour, he "teases" her like this.

She cried and cried, scolded and scolded, and begged and begged, but she couldn't get the man's "discovery of conscience".

It wasn't until the end that Song Zhiwei was about to convulse that Wei Xuan realized that he had "played" a little too much.

So, back to the most primitive place, with the most primitive posture, he gently "expressed" his apology.

"Woo, this is not an apology, woo, no more." A sentence was broken, the woman shook her head impatiently, and her fibrous fingers buckled ten white jade knots on the quilt in vain.

In the seemingly endless "movement", Song Zhiwei once again regretted finding a husband with such good physical strength!

However, she didn't know that because of her physical condition, his "strength" was far from being fully displayed!

(End of this chapter)