Dominating spoiled marriage: Good Morning, Husband

Feng Ying has a chest and his chin is higher.

"I just want to tell you that I won't be hungry. I absolutely don't like ordinary people!"

"Yes."

The pond banquet pressed out the cigarette end and gave a careless hum and smile.

"I don't need this honor. Stay where it's cool."

After a pause, he suddenly hooked his lips and lazily held up his cheeks with one hand, "if you don't mind, I'll call Zhan Yang over. He should be happy."

"You dare!"

Feng Ying was angry and hated. Who did he regard her as?

"Pool banquet, I'll cook you today!"

Whether he wants it or not, she wants to bow!

Suddenly, she pushed her hands on her shoulders and directly pushed the man down to the bed.

The next second, she took a long leg and sat heroically at his waist.

At the same time, he lowered his upper body and took a rude bite on his lips.

Chi Yan ate a frown of pain, and vaguely tasted a trace of fishy sweetness.

"Don't you understand people?" he quickly avoided, his tone was slightly cold.

Originally, Feng Ying, who only intended to give the pool banquet a small punishment, was reminded of the bath idea by this simple kiss.

She looked at the man under her. There was a trace of blood on his rose lips, which added a bit of gorgeous temptation to his pale and handsome face.

"Pool banquet..."

Two red lips kissed his rolling Adam's apple, and Feng Ying said vaguely, "you're from me."

“……”

The electric feeling of crispness spread all over the body. The pond banquet took a breath of cool air, with a morbid white handsome face, showing an abnormal flush. It has always been smooth breathing, and it is a little heavy for the first time.

The darkness in front of him made his senses clearer.

The touch and smell in front of him stirred his heartstrings.

As if the blood of the whole body became agitated, Chi Yan felt that he was about to explode.

The chest seemed to be covered with feathers, and every corner was itchy.

This goblin!

Feng Ying's hand clumsily untied his belt. Suddenly, one hand caught her wrist.

She looked up impatiently and bumped into a pair of calm black eyes.

There was no emotion in her eyes, but she vaguely saw a deep fire.

"You don't regret it?"

He has thin lips and a hoarse voice.

Feng Ying tilted his head.

His eyes were slightly red, and there was some restraint in his always lazy look.

The heavy breath hit her ear, bringing a burst of numbness.

Just about to speak, Chi Yan took the lead in turning over and directly pressed her under her.

"It's too late to regret!"

He bowed his head and smiled, "since it was sent to the door on my own initiative, I'm not polite."

Laugh frivolously, say ridicule.

"Yes!"

Who knows, Feng Ying nodded excitedly, "you're welcome, come on!"

“……”

Chi Yan's forehead jumped and couldn't help helping his forehead.