Evil-Natured Husband, Don’t Tease!

Song had no worries about struggling hard, but her struggle seemed to provoke Gu Qiang.

Gu Zheng's kiss became fiercer and fiercer, like a wolf hissing at a prey.

Song Wuoxiao bit the smell of blood, her heart, at this moment fell into the low valley.

Finally, she gave up her struggle, like a puppet, leaving him to ravage ~ ravage.

Her refusal to resist drove Gu Zheng even further mad.

His kiss, slowly moving down, moved to her neck, then to the clavicle ~ bone...

Song did not worry that he would take her at this time like an animal.

Suddenly, he stopped.

Gu Zheng raised his head and his eyes were deep. He looked at Song without worries.

Seeing her with her eyes open, she looked softly ahead, his heart, and grabbed it hard.

He lay down on her and asked her a question that he had always been afraid of, "Song Wuxi, do you like Pastoral Ancient? ”

Song did not worry, her eyelashes like ink fans trembled slightly.

My heart, like an invisible hand, grabbed me hard, I felt terrible.

She looked at him slowly and her eyes were clear.

Is she some kind of wobbly woman?

Is she that bad in his heart?

Can't she have a heterosexual friend?

He doesn't know how to write these words, does he?

“I said, I don't like it? Would you believe that?” Song looked directly into each other's eyes.

“I believe you tore that painting apart, and I believe it. ”

“I can't! ”

Gu Qiu looked at her dangerously, grinding his teeth: “Do you have to fight me? ”

“You're the one who's against me! ”

“I sent you flowers, and you threw them on the floor, and Pastoral gave them to you, and you saw them as treasures? ”

Song Feng smiled coldly, "That painting is a treasure to me. ”

“Damn it!” Gu Qiang was angry and punched in Song's worry-free ear.

Song didn't worry just felt a gust of wind coming from his ear, and then the bed shook.

So you can see how heavy this punch is.

Song looked at him fearlessly and his eyes were faint.

Gu Zheng sat up from the bed restlessly, glanced at Song without worries, turned around and walked away.

Song laid there worried and sighed deeply.

His personality, like that asshole...

Ever since he became emperor, his temper has grown.

Just like Gu Zheng's temper now, if he can't move, he will be angry, and his eyes will be unstable.

Song did not worry about swallowing his mouth, sat up slowly swallowed, messy hair couldn't tidy up, hurried to the balcony, picked up the painting and spread it out to soothe.

Wrinkled, wrinkled.

Song Wuxi squatted there, lowered his head and looked at the painting quietly.

Touching life, seeing her riding on horseback fighting paintings, the memory of the eight years of the war kept pouring into my mind.

At that time, he and she were a couple.

He cares about her life and death, but when fighting with her, he never fears death.

In a very intense war, they were all wounded, and he said that they would live and die together.

Her calf was cut with a knife and he returned to the barracks carrying her and washed her feet himself.

She asked him, "Do you dislike me for having so many scars on my arms and feet? ”

He looked up and looked at her seriously: "No! In my mind, they're not scars. ”

She smiled. “What is that? ”

His eyes flowed: "Love my symbol. ”

If she didn't love him, she wouldn't have joined him and suffered so much.

When she heard it, she smiled shyly and thought to herself, "It doesn't matter if you can stay with him and leave any more scars on you--