Falling in love with his bed

"Zheyu, you, don't call it that way!" Ding Yi can only feel the dryness in his throat. For a moment, he is at a loss. As he speaks, he subconsciously steps back with his office chair.

"Husband, didn't you like to hear me call you like this before? Why don't you like it now? If I call now, will it carry poison? " Looking at Ding Yi's retreat, fan Zheyu's heel flashed a touch of pain that was hard to hide. As he spoke, he continued to lean out toward the front. Fan Zheyu's legs were lifted and turned over to the desk. Her two hands were lying on the desk. Her slender neck was poked out, and her right hand was lifted up gently and slowly, Her left shoulder also slanted to one side, and her clothes also slipped down, revealing a large crisp left shoulder.

"Zheyu, these are all things before. We, we can't do that again!" Ding Yi's heart seemed to be hit hard at that moment. His heart beat wildly. He stretched out his dry tongue and licked his lips. He spoke to fan Zheyu with difficulty.

"But, my dear brother-in-law, don't you think about it for me?" Fan Zheyu looked at Ding Yi's retreat, and the pain in his eyes was more and more obvious. The fog in his eyes was getting thicker and thicker. Most of fan Zheyu's body was already sticking out of his desk and towards Ding Yi. Fan Zheyu's right hand stretched out towards Ding Yi, but fan Zheyu didn't grasp Ding Yi with his own hand, But let his hand weak point at Ding Yi, look, is so delicate.

"Zheyu, as you all know, I should be called brother-in-law. Then, let's not mention these things any more, OK?" Fan Zheyu's words make Ding Yi's heart, in a trance, seem to be in front of his eyes, and appear the previous situation, the romantic scene of himself and fan Zheyu in this office!

"Yi, do you remember?" Fan Zheyu's eyes slowly shed tears, her body again, her neck, long out. At this time, Ding Yi has no way to avoid, no way to retreat. The office chair is behind him, leaning against the glass wall behind him. In front of Ding Yi's eyes, is fan Zheyu's pretty face, that timid look, The eyes full of mist, and the once familiar breath, are constantly invading Ding Ding Yi's brain, which makes Ding Yi's heart, once again, undulating, breathing, it seems at this time, began to rush up.

"Remember, remember what?" Two hands on the back of the chair, his mouth is a bit at a loss to ask fan Zheyu, this office, plus fan Zheyu, has too many memories of his own!

"Yes? Remember what? Ha ha Fan Zheyu's mouth came out with a gentle laugh, which was full of bitterness and self mockery. Fan Zheyu's small head and melon seeds were slightly raised again, and Ding Yi's face was close in front of him. A little more forward, their lips would be tightly together! "| Have you forgotten? This office, that long reception sofa, as well as this desk, this office chair, are not all the warm beds we love? Aren't they all places where we love each other? Yi, my dear husband, can you forget all the romance and gentleness of the past? Husband, you can, but I can't! "