Evil-Natured Husband, Don’t Tease!

Thinking of her tenderness and sweetness on his body, his little recovery and throat tightened and his breathing thickened.

Huang Ling was still wrapped in a quilt, and Mobson pulled her quilt, muttering: “Go take a bath. ”

“My... it hurts.” Hot, spicy pain.

Mobson picked her up, "After the bath, I'll get you some medicine. ”

He knew he was going to hurt her, and the ointment was ready, but it just didn't turn out as perfect as he thought.

Two people in the bathroom, one stroke ~ touch.

Really caress ~ touch, nothing done.

After washing, Mobson lay on the bed with Huang Ling in his arms and took out the ointment.

When he opened her legs and saw there, red and swollen, his chest palpitated.

Hurt so badly...

Good medicine, Mobson lay in bed with Huang Ling in his arms.

Soft body in the arms, Mobson's in pain!

But he was cheap again and wanted to hold her to sleep.

Feel the heat all over him, and breathe heavily.

Huang Ling asked: "Momo, why don't we sleep separately? ”

Mobson picked his eyebrows unhappily: "Separating so soon? No way!”

“No, I'm watching you get upset. Can you hold me like this and sleep? ”

“You can't sleep well or sleep separately, sleep separately, and sleep poorer. ”

Huang Ling whispered: “I am weak enough to satisfy you seven times a night. ”

Mobson hummed, “You think I'll forgive you for saying this? ”

“Starting tomorrow, I'm going around the neighborhood for ten laps!” Huang Ling said.

Mobson's eyes were deep and he was still gloomy: "Do you dare run? ”

All the beauty was destroyed, and he had to wait for their second time.

Huang Ling thought for a long time, then raised her head and looked at Mobson flashingly: “Why don't I help you with something else? ”

She knows that he suddenly brakes and hasn't arrived in the village of Gao Chao.

Mobson listened and his gloomy eyes glistened slightly, looking around at her funny: “Which way? Hands or mouths? ”

For his own good, Huang Ling went out: “Come with me! ”

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Just before dawn, Huang Ling was woken by Mobson.

She's sleepy...

She sat on the bed, rubbing her eyes, looking at the dirt on her head, washed and standing in the hat room dressed man: “What time is it? Why are you telling me to get up so early? ”

Mobson was wearing a sportswear, "Running. ”

As soon as Huang Ling listened to the run, she felt a little exasperated. Are you sure you want to run?

Mobson turned around and looked at her with a shallow smile: "I'll run with you. ”

“...” Huang Ling's face collapsed and she was lazy, which is why she lacked exercise.

“Get up, brush your teeth, wash your face, I'll make you a glass of milk, and we'll have breakfast together after the run. ”

“Oh.” Because she's with him, she's forced to, go exercise.

Huang Ling got out of bed and suddenly came up with something. She looked up and looked at Mobson: “My clothes are wet and I'm not dry. ”

“You underestimated me. Your clothes are ready. ”

“Really?” Huang Ling came to the dressing room curiously.

Look inside at the shoes, the clothes, the bags, the hats, Huang Ling's eyes staring: “Tuohao! ”

Her clothes, all neatly arranged, all nameplates, all the sizes she wore.

Huang Ling picked up a black breast and it was the number of yards she was wearing.

She turned around and looked at Mobson, wondering, “Momo, how do you know how old I am? ”

Mobson coolly swept the tattoo chest in her hand, "I can't tell how old you were when you got hurt and wiped it so many times. ”