Burning Love in Marriage: Good Morning, Husband

He had never been rude and treated her with great treasure.

But the more he did, the more she couldn't stand it.

Fu ran wanted to talk, but he found a loophole and kissed him deeply. He came slowly while kissing. It was a bit more beautiful on such a night.

Fu ran refused at first. Later, he kissed and softened his body. He had no choice but to soften him.

Tang Yao felt that it was not enough. He grabbed her hand and put it on his neck. His voice was calm: "hold it."

With that, he stood up... (imagine ten thousand words by himself.)

Later, naturally, it was fierce again and again. When Fu ran came back, it was three hours later.

She lay in the bathtub, slightly closed her eyes and asked, "what time is it?"

Tang Yao stretched out his hand to smooth her back, with a satisfied smile in his mouth: "it's almost twelve o'clock."

Underwater, she gave him a small blow.

Tang Yao didn't think so. He took a bath towel to help her dry her body and carried her into the big bed in the bedroom.

He has changed the sheets. He can't see them before.

After lying down for a while, Fu ran sat up: "I'll go and see Nianchen."

"I fell asleep so late. Don't worry, I'll go and have a look." Tang Yao stopped her, put on a bathrobe and went out.

Fu ran was tired and dizzy, so he didn't argue with him and lay on his side with his eyes closed.

When Tang Yao came back from reading Nianchen, Fu ran seemed to be asleep.

Tang Yao gently closed the door and did not come over immediately. Instead, he stood quietly against the door panel for a while.

He thought that when he saw her and Lin Qian looking at each other at Zhang Yuantou, he planned to come back and find some punishment on her, but how did he change his mind and please her later?

Probably watching her get out of the car without dropping his coat!

Tang Yao smiled, walked slowly over, sat by the bed and looked at Fu Ran's face.

She is only 24 years old now, and how old are the children... But her body is as beautiful as a girl. He is the man who occupies her every night.

Tang Yao knew that she was very tired tonight. He smiled and reached out to brush her cheek.

The palm of his hand was a little hot. He frowned and felt it carefully.

It's really hot, but not too much.

He recalled that he should have caught a cold when he was in the car. He was angry and helpless for a time.

It was so late that Fu ran was not too serious. He didn't want to wake the servant, so he went downstairs to find the medicine box and went upstairs to take her temperature.

Even though there was a small movement, Fu ran woke up. His head was buried between the pillows. His hair blocked most of his face, revealing only a little, but his face looked smaller and lovely.

She tilted her head and looked at Tang Yao. She took her temperature seriously. Her voice was hoarse: "what's the matter?"

"You have a fever." Tang Yao pulled her hair aside, but his fingers didn't move away. He always put it on her little face and gently touched it, like appeasement, more like reluctantly: "don't move, take your temperature."

Fu ran looked at him quietly. His face was white and delicate. Probably because of his illness, the whole person brought some weak beauty, which was very pitiful.

When Tang Yao saw it, he couldn't help but lean over and kiss her lips.

Fu ran stretched out his hand to stop, "it will be contagious."

Tang Yao smiled, grabbed her hand and put it in his palm. "To infect, it was already infected when we had such deep contact just now. A small kiss is nothing."