Falling in love with his bed

Again and again, the passion is surging, the love is surging, the passion between the two people is surging, the feeling between the two people has completely reached the highest peak, which can not be subsided for a long time. From the bathroom to the bedroom, from the ground floor to the bed, there is no place without evidence of their passion.

Finally, after that time of passion, fan Zheyun and Ding Yi hugged each other tightly and lay on the big bed. They were close to each other's cheeks and felt each other's temperature. They didn't speak, as if they were afraid that an outlet would destroy Liao's warmth.

However, at this time, a sudden telephone ring broke the warmth.

Fan Zheyun is sorry to smile at Ding Yi. After all, being disturbed at this time is not a happy thing. Ding Yi smiles understandably, shrugs, and prints a kiss on fan Zheyun's forehead. Then he takes the initiative to bring his wife a phone and hands it to fan Zheyun.

"Thank you Ding Yi is always so considerate in front of his eyes. In his eyes, he is always a good husband. Fan Zheyun quietly thanks him. But Ding Yi points to his cheek when fan Zheyun hasn't answered the phone yet. Fan Zheyun gently smiles, reaches out a hand and kisses him on his lips. Then, Ding Yi says, "thank you.", He put his hand on Ding Yi's cheek and connected the phone.

"Hello, this is fan Zheyun. Who is calling, please?"

Fan Zheyun's gentle and decent words filled Ding Yi's ears. After listening to these words, Ding Yi's face tasted delicious. His wife was always so excellent that he was a little jealous. All the bastards on the phone could feel her excellence. Ah, should he consider learning from some tough men and treasure her, Don't let others know her beauty?

"Hello, who can I speak to, please?" Just when Ding Yi is still there, fan Zheyun speaks again and frowns slightly. The frown is just in the eyes of Ding Yi. In Ding Yi's heart, there are bursts of heartache.

"Hello, who are you? If you don't speak, please forgive me for hanging up!" Fan Zheyun holds up the phone and continues to talk. Although Ding Yi knows that fan Zheyun is already angry, what she says is still so gentle.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry for your phone call. If you are someone I know and just want to make a joke with me, please cherish your time with me!" Fan Zheyun spoke again. This time, she raised her eyebrows and talked. Then, she hung up the phone.

"What's the matter, wife?" Fan Zheyun's performance is seen one by one by Ding Yi. He feels that fan Zheyun seems to be angry. He speaks quickly, reaches out his hand and hugs fan Zheyun tightly in his arms.

"Nothing. I don't know who called and didn't speak, but I could hear someone on the other side. There was only the sound of breathing on the phone. I don't know who played the Prank!" In front of Ding Yi, fan Zheyun recovers the nature of a little woman. He talks angrily, like a kitten, and pushes towards Ding Yi's arms, as if to find a kind of compensation and comfort.

"Ha ha, come on, my good wife, don't pay any attention to the boring people. Let her husband make good compensation for you. Come on, kiss!" As Ding Yi talks, he reaches out his two hands and hugs fan Zheyun again. He hugs fan Zheyun tightly into his arms. As he talks, his big mouth presses against fan Zheyun's lips again, trying to catch fan Zheyun's lips.