Evil-Natured Husband, Don’t Tease!

Seeing the grief in her eyes, Gu's gaze darkened.

Heart, slightly palpitated.

“Itching...” he frowned, moving his body and rubbing his quilt with his back.

Looking at him like this, Song Wuoxiao raised his eyebrows and looked at him with a grin.

Gu Zhuang glared at her unhappily: "Will you scratch me? ”

“Don't you have your own hands? ”

“I'm dripping! ”

“You still have one hand empty. ”

“I thought I couldn't hook it. My whole back is itching!” Gu Xuan flanked himself, and Song was not worried behind him.

Apparently, he wants her to scratch his itch.

Song Li looked at the shadow of his great shore and smiled. "The nurse said that you have to endure itching any more. You can't scratch it. The more you scratch it, the more bacteria will go in and cause dermatitis. It's not good. ”

“Why do you talk so much? Who made you scratch the skin? You scratch me gently!” This is the time, and the tone is so dominant.

“Can't you stop itching after you've infused it?” Song is worried about not helping him scratch.

“Song Wuxi, try the bullshit again!” It really strangled her.

“…” Song Wuxi sat there, indifferent.

Gu Zheng hooked his hands without dripping, scratching and scratching behind his back.

He also deliberately made an unhooked posture and couldn't help but smile.

Where Song didn't worry about seeing it, when she heard her clear laugh, Gu Zheng looked at the bottom and walked through the waves of shock.

Inside, there is a deep complexity brewing.

Ever since he got out of the hospital, he's never heard her laugh like this--

“Why are you laughing? Scratch it!” He pretended to drink uncomfortably.

“Deserve it. ”

That's what I said, but Song didn't worry about sitting up close and pulling up his clothes.

At first glance, God, the whole back is red.

Song has no worries, some guilt.

She wouldn't have stung him if she knew she was going to be so allergic.

With all the dishes on the plate, she doesn't clip, she has to clip him, hum, God forbid he's allergic.

It was all a rash. Song was worried and didn't dare scratch hard. She caressed him gently with her own palm.

Her palms, with a hint of coolness, made her skin feel very cold with a fever.

The moment she touched herself in the palm of her hand, Gu Zheng's back was stiff.

Then came the cold of her palms, letting his eyebrows squeeze tight.

“Where's the itch?” Song has no worries.

“My whole body itches.” Gu Qiu said in a deep voice.

“Is that what I scratch all over my body? ”

“Mmm.”

Song had no worries and turned his eyes silently.

Her hands went from her back to his waist, and her waist was extremely sensitive.

Her little hand moved over, and he couldn't help fighting a chestnut.

An unknown heat stream rapidly gathers in the belly.

Gu Zheng's thin lips tightened into a line, and her eyes became incredibly deep.

“Down.” Gu Jianxiao lowered his mouth.

Down?

Song Wuxi glanced down.

Down again, it's his ass.

“Your belt is strangled. You can't go down. ”

Just after that, Gu Zheng suddenly turned his back and lay on his back.

He looked deeply at Song Li.

Song Li looked at him and just wanted to ask him what he was doing, he suddenly said: “Untie it. ”

“What?” said Song, pointing at his abdomen. "You want me to untie it? ”

“Mmm!”

“I don't understand!” What's the difference between untying his belt and taking off his pants?

“You don't understand, I do.” Gu Zheng glanced at Song's worry-free face and unwrapped his belt with one hand.