Marriage sleepy: less power to pet lightly

Chapter 287 Regret Playing Games

Song Zhiwei regretted playing this kind of game with him. She really overestimated her memory. How could she remember those science formulas after more than ten years?
She is now paying a "dire" price for her self-confidence.

With a loud "Bo", Wei Xuan's lips moved away from her small mouth.

This was the first kiss she used to "debt" when she had no clothes to take off.

"Wei Xuan, it's cold." Because the vicious man didn't allow her to cover it with her hands, her whole delicate body was exposed to the air and his sight. Because of her shyness, she acted like a baby and hoped that this "game" would end like this.

However, Wei Xuan said seriously: "It won't be cold soon."

Before Song Zhiwei had time to ask why, he pointed to the next three questions and said, "It's all wrong."

Song Zhiwei suddenly felt that she was playing to death. If she had known she would not have chosen a few random questions at the end, she owed him three wens again.

"Okay, then you can kiss." Song Zhiwei closed her eyes, and offered her sweet lips with an expression of death.

However, Wei Xuan said: "I already kissed the mouth, it's time for other parts."

Song Zhiwei froze for a moment, then opened his eyes: "What part?"

Wei Xuan immediately told her the answer with actions.

Under her feeble reasoning, he buried his head in kissing his favorite jade fat, and sucked hard.

Song Zhiwei blushed and said coquettishly: "You are enough, obviously you can only kiss once, you can't keep holding on to it."

However, Wei Xuan's kiss obviously means that it is not over until the mouth is left.

Amid Song Zhiwei's weaker and weaker protests, she really became "hotter" as he said.

The hateful Wei Xuan not only moved his mouth, but also "tortured" her with his hands.

The pity is that she has neither shelter nor strength to resist him, so she can only be finished by him like fish on a chopping board.

"You...why is your mouth... so big..." After being "eaten" in his mouth whole by him, this idea unexpectedly popped into Song Zhiwei's mind.

Wei Xuan was amused by this sentence, his wife's brain is really different from the "normal structure", and she always said some silly and cute things from time to time.

Because the mouth left the skin, Wei Xuan's first kiss was considered over.

He started asking for the second question, and the target was naturally the symmetrical side.

A shy chirping sound came from the murderous mouth, and Song Zhiwei was teased by his "mouth skills" until she was out of breath, and her whole body became even more irritable.

When she felt that she was about to be washed to pieces by him, he reluctantly raised his head.

He separated her lips, lifted them up to the crook of his arms, knew it without asking, and asked him where he planned to kiss the third time.

Before the question fell down, Wei Xuan seemed a little proud, and asked with a smile in his eyes: "Dear wife, do you admit that my IQ is relatively high now?"

Song Zhiwei saw his "smug" disgusting look, and naturally shook her head desperately: "What does this mean? It only means that you have a lot of useless things in your mind, but it proves that I am more—ah! Bastard, no bite--"

Wei Xuan, who was "enraged", was no longer polite, and lowered his head directly to cover her most memorable part, washed it hard, and gently "grinded" it twice with his teeth.

Although this is almost a "compulsory course" for two people to be together, Song Zhiwei couldn't bear the strong shock. Like a mermaid thrown ashore, she twisted her waist and swayed out of the wrinkled quilt layer of whitecaps.

Holding her in strong arms, the god-like handsome face half-kneeled under her, concentrating on making fun of his beloved little woman.

Song Zhiwei no longer has the strength and energy to worry about whether this wen is over or not. She only knows that she is lying in the clouds, sitting on the generous wings he gave her and bathing in the "sunshine" and "rain".

Her lovely voice made his blood spurt, and after patiently "coaxing" her to the "cloud" for a while, he was ready to "get to the point".

"Wife, do you want to try 'spiral', 'granule' or start with the normal 'ultra-thin'?" Wei Xuan respected his wife's opinion and asked Song Zhiwei.

His almond eyes have long been blurred by him. Hearing his question, those beautiful eyes looked at him shyly and annoyed, bit his lower lip, and said, "Of course it's normal."

She couldn't even stand his "normality", and with some other stimulation, she wasn't really stupid enough to "ask for trouble".

Wei Xuan was as good as he was, and tore open the packaging bag with a "tear" sound, and then put it on.

Although the two had been "intimate" for a long time, Song Zhiwei still didn't have the courage to watch this scene.

She tilted her head, her long eyelashes fluttered slightly, and she was too nervous to speak.

After the preparations were done, Wei Xuan leaned over, slightly turned her little face, and lowered his head to cover her face.

Slowly, Song Zhiwei also took the initiative to respond to him, hooking his neck and immersing herself in the entanglement of lips and she.

"Gulu" was the sound of her continuously swallowing each other's breath.

From the initial resistance to the current cooperation, Song Zhiwei has unknowingly changed from a "pure white" girl to a "pink" young woman.

When he poked his long fingers in, Song Zhiwei still frowned in discomfort and snorted softly.

However, Wei Xuan's adrenal hormones soared due to her humming.

"It's been so many times, my wife, you are still so 'difficult'." Sucking her small house, Wei Xuan couldn't help but become a little anxious.

Song Zhiwei moved impatiently, breathing thinly, "Wei Xuan...slow down..."

"My husband." The address problem had to be corrected, and in order to teach her a little "lesson", he added another finger——

"My husband... woo... no..." She shook her head delicately.

"My dear, you can even 'eat' your husband. Of course you can do this." He said comforting words, but his eyes became more and more scarlet. , How much self-control he needs to use.

Feeling almost done, he pinched her slender waist tightly and told her, "Honey, I'm in."

"Umm... ah... ah... ah, no way!"

The foot of the bed began to shake, from slow to fast, and then the whole bed seemed to be hitting the wall, making a "bang bang" sound.

Although Wei Xuan has strong self-control, it is difficult for a man to control when his lower body is in charge.

Especially for him who is used to a lot of exercise, when he was transferred back to the city and his daily training intensity was far less than that of the border, it seemed that part of his energy, which had nowhere to vent, was naturally "transferred" to this thing he loved so much.

It's just that Song Zhiwei suffered from a small frame, poor physical strength, and weak bones.

When he hugged her face to face, she could only sob and bury her head on his shoulder, not daring to look directly into those beastly eyes.

During Ju Lie's turbulence, his magnetic voice kept echoing in her ears: "Honey, I love you."

(End of this chapter)