Mysterious husband always comes late at night

Leng Youchen was sitting in a wheelchair and saw that her snow-white teeth were almost deep into the soft lips. He stretched out his hand and rescued her lips from under the teeth. His soft fingers gently rubbed the tooth marks on her lips, "nervous?"

Her lips were crisp and numb. She turned her head to one side and avoided his hand. "I'm not nervous. I haven't touched it."

The man smiled and looked at her. "Why stop when you're not nervous?"

Wei Anning glared at him and continued to unbutton his clothes. After a while, all the clothes were unbuttoned. Under the slightly open white shirt, the man's muscle barriers were clear and explosive.

She even remembered that they felt good.

Realizing what she was thinking, she quickly pulled back her drifting thoughts and helped him take off his coat with a blush on her cheeks. When she took off her coat, her eyes fell on the belt buckle on his trousers. She didn't go for half a day.

In the end, she is still a little girl with thin skin and ready to go out. Before arriving at the battle, she still couldn't help but retreat, because she knows better than anyone what evil things are hidden under these trousers.

"What's the matter, dare not?" Leng Youchen looked at her with a smile and deliberately provoked her with a touch of provocation between his eyebrows and eyes.

Wei Anning was really fooled and stuck his neck. "I dare not."

With that, she worked hard to untie his belt. The man leaned lazily in his wheelchair and enjoyed her service. He also pointed out, "if you serve me twice, you won't be in a hurry."

Wei Anning was so angry that he wanted to throw the belt in his face.

He managed to get the master into the bathtub. Wei Anning was so tired that he gasped. He didn't dare to look directly at the man's body all the way. He took the bath flower and rubbed it on his back.

Leng Youchen half narrowed his eyes comfortably and ordered: "the strength is too small. The right side is heavier... Where are the meals in the evening? Is this strength itching for me?"

"..." Wei Anning is so angry that he wants to hit the bath flower on his back. His uncle's hand is almost broken. He doesn't think he has enough strength.

It was not easy to serve Leng Youchen comfortably. Wei Anning was tired and was about to lose her breath. She got up to get a bath towel. When she came back, she saw Leng Youchen leaning on the bathtub and sleeping.

She stood by the bathtub, the man's eyelashes drooped, covered his eyes like a butterfly feather, covered his introverted Feng eyes, and his face was tired.

She stretched out her hand to try the water temperature. The water temperature was getting cold. It was not good for him to stay in the bathtub for a long time. She stretched out her hand and pushed him. "Leng Youchen, go to bed and be careful of catching a cold."

The man grabbed her little hand, put it on Jun's face and muttered, "sleepy, don't make noise."

Wei Anning frowned and coaxed patiently, "why don't you go back to bed when you're sleepy?"

The man didn't move. He was probably really tired. He didn't even care about the tall image disguised in front of her. His head tilted on the bathtub and his breathing was calm.

Wei Anning couldn't help him to wake him up. She had no energy to get him out of the bathtub. She had to dry the water in the bathtub and wash the foam on his body with a shower.

He also took a bath towel to dry the water on him and the water in the bathtub. In order to avoid moisture on the upper body, which is bad for the body.

Out of the corner of her eye, she accidentally glanced at the murderous object between his legs. She blushed and didn't start. In a panic, she ran out, took a quilt in, covered it for him, and made sure he wouldn't catch cold, so she was relieved.

She squatted beside the bathtub and stared at him for a long time. Her heart softened completely. He was under great pressure and fell asleep in the bathtub.