Marriage sleepy: less power to pet lightly

Chapter 329 Treadmill

Since there are many flower sellers near the place where the wedding photos were taken, Song Zhiwei wanted to buy more plants to purify the air, so she bought almost a cart of plants from an old man.

After paying the deposit, the old man immediately notified his son to deliver the goods.

Wei Xuan and Song Zhiwei drove home first, and after a while, the grandpa's son delivered the goods downstairs.

Wei Xuan helped carry them, and Song Zhiwei directed them to put the flowers in every corner of the room.

After giving the rest of the money, the grandpa's son left with a smile on his face.

Smelling the fragrance overflowing in the room, Song Zhiwei couldn't help but feel happy physically and mentally. She looked forward to: "With them to help absorb formaldehyde, we will be very healthy when we live in."

It's time to eat now, Song Zhiwei thought of Xiao Hua, and immediately called Wei Changkong.

Wei Changkong was playing with Xiaohua in the playground outside. He told Song Zhiwei not to worry, he and Xiaohua had a good time getting along, and in two or three hours, when Xiaohua had had enough fun, he would send her over.

After the call ended, Song Zhiwei couldn't help but said to Wei Xuan: "I thought your dad wouldn't take care of children, but I didn't expect him to like children so much."

Wei Xuan was taken aback, "He almost never took me with him."

Song Zhiwei chuckled and gloated: "It must be because you were annoying when you were young, so your father didn't take you."

Wei Xuan, who was hit by the words, suddenly darkened his black eyes, and picked up Song Zhiwei, planning to carry out "retaliation".

However, he has only one way of "revenge". Song Zhiwei can guess what he wants to do with her toes.

Without Xiaohua's interruption tonight, he definitely intends to "use" these two or three hours.

Fortunately, the two ate something after taking their wedding photos, and they are not hungry yet.

Wei Xuan carried Song Zhiwei to the master bedroom, where there was still the familiar big bed, but now the bed was bare, with only a mattress.

Knowing what would happen next, Song Zhiwei, who was a bit of a clean freak, couldn't help but twitch, "The mattress will get dirty."

"Change it if it gets dirty." His desire for her was so fast that as long as the two of them were alone, he couldn't help "blood boiling".

Not to mention dirtying the mattress, even if the whole new house is "dirty", he doesn't care.

"My wife, you were so beautiful when you took the wedding photos." The big hands eagerly untied each other, Wei Xuan's fiery questions kept falling on her fair skin, and he said what he wanted to say all day.

After many skin-to-skin dates, Song Zhiwei felt that she had been "wronged" by him. Otherwise, why would she not be able to help her whole body go limp and numb when he touched her?

When suddenly held by him, Song Zhiwei couldn't help but make a shy voice, she raised her long eyelashes, and gave him a sharp look, "Isn't it usually beautiful..."

"Always beautiful." Wei Xuan branded bright red marks on her snow-white skin, "You are most beautiful when you don't wear clothes."

Song Zhiwei stretched out her leg to kick him, but he grabbed her ankle and pulled it out——

When his heavy body was on top of him, Song Zhiwei had reflexively put her arms around his neck, responding to him nervously and expectantly.

The woman screamed unbearably, the man snorted comfortably, and the two voices sounded at the same time——

Immediately followed by the eternal rhythm——

Afterwards, since the new home was not ventilated, there was no hot water and no new towels. In order to help her "clean", Wei Xuan "took no pains" to worship her delicate body with his lips again.

Song Zhiwei blushed, but because she was so weak, she couldn't stop him at all, and could only let him do whatever he wanted.

According to this trend, it is reasonable for him to plan to do it again.

But what Song Zhiwei didn't expect was that he wanted to play something new when he came again.

When he was carried into the living room and walked towards the treadmill.

Song Zhiwei panicked, "What do you want to do?"

"Try it on the treadmill." Wei Xuan bluntly expressed his thoughts.

Treadmill!Song Zhiwei shook her head like a rattle, "No, no, I won't do it."

Ordinary she can hardly stand it anymore, and still use props?Isn't that trying to "death" her?
It's a pity that at this time, any man who loves his wife will be domineering and arrogant. How could Song Zhiwei not do it?
He insisted on carrying her onto the treadmill, clasped her legs one by one, and prevented her from jumping off.

Facing him in such an embarrassing and "fresh" way, Song Zhiwei blushed so much that her blood vessels were about to explode.On the treadmill, how could he figure it out!

"Baby, be good, go crazy with me once, just once!" Thinking of her appearance on the treadmill, Wei Xuan was so excited that he couldn't bear it anymore.

He kissed her face intensively, with a hint of request in his tone.

"But." After all, she had never done such a crazy thing before, Song Zhiwei was very reluctant, but his insistence made her unable to bear to refuse.

"Baby, I love you, let's do it just once, just once."

In the end, the love for him overcame the shame and discomfort, Song Zhiwei nodded slowly.

Seeing her nodding, Wei Xuan couldn't bear it anymore, started the treadmill, and at a gradually increasing speed, forcibly gave her an extraordinary feeling——

For what seemed like an endless time, the room was filled with the sound of the treadmill running, the sound of heavy and powerful steps, mixed with other unknown sounds, and filled with a strong smell of love——

Afterwards, Wei Xuan walked off the treadmill with Song Zhiwei in his arms,
His physical fitness is very good, so even after the sweaty "high-intensity exercise", he is refreshed at this time, without even a trace of fatigue.

Poor Song Zhiwei, she fainted once in the middle of the journey, was "woke up" by him again, and then fainted again—unconscious until now.

After Wei Xuan cleaned up the two of them briefly, he carried her back to the bed and went to rest with his arms around her.

Because it was not a normal sleep time, Wei Xuan just took a nap, and Song Zhiwei also "woke up" an hour later.

"Thirsty——" she only said these two words in the first sentence.

The hoarse voice also hinted at her "hoarseness" just now.

Wei Xuan unscrewed the mineral water that had been prepared on the bedside table, and thoughtfully fed her to drink.

"Gulu Gulu" is the sound of drinking water.

Wei Xuan patted her on the back lightly, "Drink slowly, no one will compete with you."

Like a puffer fish, Song Zhiwei glared at him angrily, and it was all his fault!

But she only had the strength left to stare, and she couldn't even raise her hand to hold the water bottle.

After feeding the water, Wei Xuan said something that made her face burn hot: "I've checked it, and there's nothing serious. Go back and get some medicine, and you'll be fine tomorrow."

Song Zhiwei blushed, neither speaking nor wanting to speak.

(End of this chapter)