Pampering the Spicy Little Crazy Wife

Ouyang Xi raised her eyes and looked at her. Xie Meihua immediately dropped her head, as if she did not dare to look at him.

Little girl, is this self blame or guilt?

Ouyang Xi dropped his eyes, calmly drank porridge, poured a cup of warm water and took medicine. He directly piled the water cup and used rice bowl in front of Xie Meihua.

"You said it was your fault, so as compensation, you can brush these things, OK?"

"No problem!" Xie Meihua nodded: "it's on me."

"Well." Ouyang Xi replied lightly, and then said, "I remember you said before that you will sleep on the floor voluntarily tonight, right?"

The expression on Xie meihui's face was slightly stiff and depressed again. Some reluctantly answered, "yes."

"You said you wanted to apologize." Ouyang Xi glanced at her: "how can you show your sincerity all night."

"One night is not enough!" Xie meihui's tone rose, and she couldn't help standing up. But to Ouyang Xi's cold eyes, her momentum unconsciously weakened: "how long do you say it will take?"

"A week."

"A week?" Xie Meihua looked at him in disbelief“ Ouyang Xi, are you going too far! I'll put up with it all night, but for a week... "

"What? You don't want to? " Ouyang Xi's tone is flat, but his eyes contain a shallow smile: "your so-called apology is so insincere?"

"I'm willing to take the initiative to let you out all night. I'm very sincere!" Xie Meihua raised her chin and argued in front of the hegemonic exploiters: "I said that one night is one night. You can't think of another day!"

With that, he snorted heavily, took the bowl on the table and went directly into the kitchen, ignoring Ouyang Xi's reaction.

Sure enough, as long as it's about bed and sleeping, it can stimulate her. Ouyang Xi turned and looked at her straight back. She could not help shaking her head. This little girl's temperament was so easy to ponder.

They were very tired after a long day. That night, Ouyang Xi had an early rest, but Xie Meihua had a long time to lay the floor.

In the middle of the night, Ouyang Xi suddenly felt heavy. He twisted his eyebrows and opened his eyes to see, surprised to find that Xie Meihua did not know when he climbed to his bed, and was sitting on his belly with his eyes closed.

Her breath was smooth and long, her expression was relaxed, and she looked like she was sleeping soundly. But her body sat on him steadily, and there was no appearance that she would collapse at any time.

"Xie Meihua?" Ouyang Xi called her in a low voice, but she didn't answer. Her body rubbed against him, as if she was adjusting her posture.

Do you act unconsciously in a deep sleep? Ouyang Xi's eyebrows, is Xie Meihua sleepwalking? After all, if you are sober, you can't do this kind of thing with Xie Meihua's character.

He doesn't know much about sleepwalking, but he vaguely remembers that people can't force her to wake up when they are sleepwalking, otherwise it will have a bad impact on sleepwalkers.

"Xie Meihua?" He put a soft voice, trying to coax her down from his body, but he just didn't move his body, and was pushed back to the bed by Xie Meihua.

She tooted her lips, patted him on the face and said, "pony, be obedient."

Then he leaned down and rubbed his little face against his.

Ouyang Xi is completely confused at the moment. If he didn't know that Xie Meihua's temperament could not do such a thing when she was sober, he would really doubt whether she pretended to do it.

Just thinking about this, Xie Meihua's body twisted again, her little hand raised high and slapped him on his thigh, and her mouth cried: "drive!"

Ouyang Xi takes a deep breath. Now she really wants to be rude. The dead girl sleepwalks on his bed and even rides him as a horse!

He gritted his teeth and was about to sit up. When Xie Meihua found him struggling, she twisted her eyebrows and put out her hand to press him down: "listen, don't move."

Her body is low, the small hand presses on his chest, the body rubs slightly in his waist abdomen.

Xu is sleepwalking in the potential of their own has been infinitely enlarged, she so according to him, the strength of the big let him break away for a time.

Xie Meihua is afraid of the dark. Even at night, there are dim wall lights in the room. The whole room was covered with a faint yellow halo.

Ouyang Xi half narrowed his eyes and looked at her helplessly.

Her thin pajamas slide down because of her movements, revealing her round shoulders and delicate clavicles.

Ouyang Xi's eyes gradually darkened. He stretched out his hand and wanted to close her pajamas. His fingertips inadvertently wiped her shoulder skin.

Her skin color is white, under the reflection of the light, she exudes a lustrous color, just like a good jade, with greasy tentacles, which makes people linger.

Ouyang Xi had to admit that at that moment, he was seduced. He put his hand on her shoulder and slowly slid down. When he touched the collar of her pajamas, he suddenly regained his mind and quickly pulled her clothes to cover the attractive scenery.

At the moment when he gathered her clothes, he didn't know whether he was relaxed or disappointed.

"Xie Meihua, don't make trouble. Be obedient. Come on, get off me." Can't startle her, Ouyang Xi can only bear to coax, but the dream of Xie Meihua where will talk to him what reason, afraid that even he said nothing to hear.

Feeling Ouyang Xi's movements, she leaned back again, as if she wanted to sit more comfortable, but her series of movements made Ouyang Xi miserable. His body was almost tensed in an instant, his lower abdomen was as hard as stone, his muscles were tight, and he was full of dangerous forces that would explode at any time.

"Thank you! Stop He called in a dumb voice, holding her arm. Just as he was about to exert himself, Xie Meihua raised her body slightly, and then sat back.

Ouyang Xi took a cold breath, and his whole body seemed to be thrown into the magma, which was very hot.

Xie Meihua was chucking her lips and murmuring in a dissatisfied voice: "move, why don't you move?"

One is up, one is down, one is in a dream, one is suffering. Every touch and friction makes Ouyang Xi clearly feel that his self-control is constantly collapsing. The string called reason is pulled to the limit. With a little more stimulation, it will break irrevocably.

In the airtight room, there are women's whispers and men's suppressed breathing.

Ouyang Xi's hands slide down from Xie Mei's body, tightly holding the sheets under his body. His eyes are all dark now, and his body is as hot as iron.