Pampering His Cute Wife

When Mo Cheng came back, he saw Ziling alone on the couch on the balcony, covered only with a thin blanket.

Under the moonlight, she was as quiet as a sleeping kitten, with a tiny nose, sniffing the breath of the night. Almost transparent skin, in the moonlight, emitting a soft and attractive luster.

He approached and looked down at her.

Perhaps feeling his breath, she opened her eyes slightly and gave him a smile, "are you back?"

It's very warm and comfortable, just like every wife waiting at home greeting her husband. In particular, her voice with a strong sense of laziness and sleepiness has a sense of belonging to home.

Mocheng found that he actually liked listening.

"Why are you sleeping outside?"

Ziling lifted the blanket with one hand, yawned and said, "I'm waiting for Chifeng. I don't know where it's causing trouble. I'll fall asleep when I wait."

Mo Cheng raises eyebrows. It seems that Chifeng has burned the Su family. The child doesn't know.

"Come in, I'll change your dressing." He said, turning and entering the bedroom.

His back is very good-looking, tall and not too big. His long black hair doesn't make people feel very Niang, on the contrary, it's very beautiful and immortal. In a word, he's right.

Purple spirit is looking at, don't feel to see crazy again.

I really want to see it like this forever. I just need to give her a figure.

Unfortunately, that's just extravagant hope.

"Why don't you come in? What are you doing out there? "

Someone's vision swept, purple spirit immediately should a, put away those unrealistic fantasies, followed into the room.

After changing the medicine for her again, Mo Cheng suddenly looked at her with a kind of strange eyes, staring purple Ling straight hair, "why?"

"How many days have you not bathed? Are you ready to ferment your own wine? "

Ziling blushed and broke his fingers. "The day before yesterday, because he was scared by the red wind, he only took a half bath. Injured yesterday I didn't wash it. No one helped me today It adds up to... "

Three days.

His forbearance is obvious. For Mo Cheng, this is the limit of human beings.

Purple spirit head pressure is very low, almost buried in the chest.

Why is he looking at her with a "you're a dirty kid" look? She's in a special situation. She's hurt!

Ziling struggled and said, "I can ask sister Zhong or Xiaoju for help..."

"Now, one thirty in the morning?" Mo Cheng stood up slowly and looked at her, "come to the bathroom."

Purple spirit was stunned, "Er?"

What are you trying to do, her master shashengwan?

Ziling dawdles to the bathroom. Mo Cheng takes off his coat, rolls up his sleeve, fills the bathtub with water, tries the water temperature, turns around and hooks her finger.

"Come here."

Ziling's face was red, and he stood there and said, "you You don't have to wash it for me... "

Mo Cheng's eyes have silk funny, "I said to help you wash it?" He pulled the curtain beside him and said, "you wash in it. Call me if you need help."

Ziling was stunned. God, did she hear it wrong.

When did Mocheng change its sex? How could you be so gentle with her?!

Seeing her still standing there, Mo Cheng frowned, "shall I take off your clothes?"

So frankly speaking, from his mouth, there is no feeling at all. On the contrary, it is a big problem if anyone is a little bit lewd!

Purple Ling swallowed saliva, immediately shook his head. Then she obediently went to the back of the curtain. The dense steam flushed her cheek. She slowly recovered her breath, and then began to take off her clothes. Everything was very smooth. Only when she needed to untie her underwear, she really struggled.

She tried to untie it with one hand behind her back, but the more urgent it was, the easier it was to make mistakes, which made her sweat. On the other side of the curtain, Mo Cheng turned his head and said, "what's the matter?"

"No, nothing." She's very strong, but her voice doesn't sound like nothing.

Mo Cheng seems to have no patience. He is a great Mohist, J. O。 My prince, have you ever served others to take a bath? For the sake of her injury, this is the first time! Without saying a word, he lifted the curtain. Zi Ling was surprised and turned around. He turned his back to him. The red on his cheek had spread all over his body. "Don't look!"

Eyes from her smooth as jade back swept, and then, a pair of big hands climbed forward, action accurate and neat untied her underwear.

"I really wonder if you're a woman." Leaving a sentence that made Ziling feel inferior to death, he put down the curtain again.

"If you don't go in, the water will be cold."

She beat her chest, she beat her feet, why did he perform so excellently even in such a small matter? Can't you give her some breathing space? What will happen? What will happen?

As if can hear her belly Fei general, Mo Cheng originally stiff face, can't help but appear a few silk soft.

But just a few days later, her any small move, has begun to affect his nerves, quietly.The sound of water came from behind. After midnight, it seemed so provocative.

Purple spirit put the injured left arm on the edge of the tank, careful not to let the water splash, this is comfortable to sit inside, wash away the tension and fatigue.

Outside the curtain, the tall figure did not move half a step away. It was not far or near. The distance was considerate and reassuring.

Looking at it, Ziling suddenly said, "Mo City, why don't you want me?"

The figure was slightly shocked, and was shocked by her bold and straightforward questions. Her head was slightly sideways, "do you know the consequences of doing that?"

"Well," Ziling nodded and said with a very understanding tone, "I just took your things back to you, so you don't have to feel sorry!"

Mo Cheng's eyebrow, not happy of close, he don't like to hear her words to oneself of despise.

"Listen, no one has the right to decide everything except yourself!"

Ziling's mouth was flat. Although she said that, the Mo family didn't think so. The strange ceremony, the tearful elders, and the tacit consent of Mo City, all of which were clearly drawn on the spot, and were tied into her greedy little beast?

Now, he said that it was up to her to decide. Isn't it too late?

Ziling was young and had a light heart. She couldn't stop talking and whispered, "don't you agree to marry me too..."

Mo Cheng stroked his eyebrows and pressed his thumb gently. Sure enough, once you have confirmed someone's IQ, and then expect her, it's his IQ problem.

"If I don't marry you, my grandfather will never let you go! He has dozens or even hundreds of ways to wait for you. As long as he can send you to my bed, he will do it at all costs. "

Ziling bit his lip, "yes, I have wronged you."

In order not to let Yan Xi Luo sad, it's really hard for him!

This is the character of Mocheng. I won't tell you. You can't ask. But if I say it, can I understand it? That's your business. So, there is no need for the second sentence.

Purple Ling changed a posture, lying on the edge of the bathtub, face toward the curtain, has been looking at his back, "Mexico, if I die, you will be sad?"

Mocheng is once again awe inspiring.

There was no voice on the other side. Ziling was stubborn. "Oh, do you think it will hurt?"

After a while, he came back with a faint reply, "with me, how can you die?"

Purple Ling smile, although not the expected answer, but more warm heart, more let her satisfy.

The prince's patience was completely tormented. He picked up the bath towel, opened the curtain and lost it

Purple work properly red face receives to come over, the body sinks in the water, "you carry over the body to go!"

Mo Cheng brow gently pick, Mou Guang up and down scan, turn around, still don't forget very pertinent evaluation way, "I will remember to ask sister Zhong to give you more Papaya Soup."

Ziling was completely despised.

She grabbed the towel to cover her chest, stood up from the water and glared at him, "is it good for people to have oriental charm?"

32B, small? Is it small? Is it really small?!

Hearing her voice, he slowly turned back, and the corner of his mouth was slightly crooked. At that time, the three spirits of purple spirit had no spirit. "Oriental, charm?"

From his mouth mumbling out of these words, let purple spirit immediately low voice, and not reconciled to say, "people can also develop it!"

The radian of his lips increased. He didn't speak. Instead, he stepped forward and wrapped her with a bath towel.

When his palm touched her skin, Ziling seemed to get an electric shock. His whole body was burning, and his face was burning badly. But Mo Cheng didn't have the slightest reaction. His movement was very light and slow. His breathing was just in her strength. It was gentle and gentle, just like the movement on his hand. For Ziling, it was a kind of torture.

A sweet torment.

She is wet in front of the chest, with her disordered breathing, ups and downs.

In the bathroom, fog lingered, the temperature gradually rose, neither of them spoke.

Mocheng picked up a towel and wiped her hair. When his fingers shuttled between her hair, Ziling felt a current running from the top of her head to the bottom of her feet, and then to her atrium, paralyzing her heart. Even if she didn't look back, she could feel his burning gaze, imprinted on her skin, hot.

At this moment, she wanted to keep it, even if it was just the tenderness he showed for her.

At least, it's enough for her to have this touching memory.

He wiped the water off her shoulder with a towel. Her delicate and white skin was so tight that even her pores could not be seen. It showed an attractive pink color, bewitching his eyes.

I don't know when, his hand has replaced the towel in her hand, walking upstream of her skin. Purple spirit suddenly a shock, whole body shudder, but also in nervous expectation.

As early as the moment she promised to marry him, she was ready, ready Use yourself to save him!Gradually, the lingering on the fingertips has been unable to satisfy him, his vision has become fanatical, and even reveals a trace of desire deeply suppressed at the bottom. The primitive desire that has been lingering for several generations. Even he could not explain why he would lose control and become unlike him whenever he met her.

He couldn't help but lower his head. When his cool lips were about to touch her shoulder, his eyes lit up and suddenly woke up.

What is he doing?