Burning Love in Marriage: Good Morning, Husband

The atmosphere was delicate all of a sudden. Mo Xiaobei's thick skin could not help it.

Then he laughed, and she giggled and lay down in his arms.

Everything was quiet. Her little hand gently grabbed him and said, "you're not satisfied, are you?"

Zhang Boyan smiled softly and stretched out his hand to Mo Mo's little head: "what do you think?"

She lay on her stomach, rowing and rowing with her small hands, "I just feel wronged, Mr. Zhang."

"Mrs. Zhang's words are as sweet as joy." He made fun of her.

Mo Xiaobei hit him angrily, then hugged him again, and his voice was very light: "Zhang Boyan, I really feel wronged you."

He looked at her and whispered for a long time: "really afraid of my grievance?"

She gave a strong sound, then lifted the quilt out of bed and found something in her bag.

She has only a thin bathrobe on her. Looking from the back... It's really fatal.

"What are you looking for?" He went over and put his hand around her body and put his face on her little shoulder.

Mo Xiaobei bit his lip and simply handed him the bag: "Zhang Boyan, find it yourself."

Then she ran into the bathroom!

Zhang Boyan looked at her and looked down in her bag. He only turned twice and turned out a tube of lubricant!

He was surprised, distressed and moved.

Xiao Bei, she mustered up her courage to decide!

It's not that he doesn't want to use it, but some current situations can only be compromised if they can't be changed.

He will choose this, too.

His Adam's apple rolled sexily because of imagination, clenched his fingers and followed her into the bathroom.

The bathroom was steaming and she was taking a bath.

He naturally went over, hugged her, kissed her, gently held her small mouth, and his voice was a little low: "Beibei, are you sure, huh?"

She didn't speak, just put her little face on his shoulder and slid her little hand down.

He picked her up, put her against the warm wall and kissed her violently——

His big palm fell down and invaded powerfully

Mo Xiaobei snorted.

"Beibei, I can't help it." He whispered hoarsely, followed by powerful possession.

One at a time.

It's still hard for her to feel, but she can bear it.

She leaned against the wall and looked at his handsome face slightly twisted, with fine beads of sweat on the tip of his black hair.

It's a mess.

She reached out and touched it gently, and her voice became a little rusty and charming, "Zhang Boyan... Zhang Boyan..."

She had no idea how much she had led men to commit crimes.

One scene down, incisively and vividly.

Zhang Boyan calmed down a little and looked down at the little thing in his arms.

"How are you, Beibei?" He felt a little guilty and felt that he was too rough.

She hugged him, her little hand gently hugged his back, and her face was close to his hot shoulder: "I don't hurt!"

Her thin white fingers gently touched the wound behind him and whispered, "Zhang Boyan, I don't regret it."

"You have suffered so many injuries and scars on my back, and I have only one." She raised her eyes and smiled softly, "as long as you don't feel ugly, it's not ugly."

Zhang Boyan smiled softly, reached out and pinched her little face, "of course not ugly."

"Even if you are ugly, you have to recognize it." She held him in her arms, climbed on him and hooked his waist: "hold me and rush. A little tired. "

His eyes were a little deep. He smiled deeply and took her to wash.