Evil-Natured Husband, Don’t Tease!

And then I took her into the bedroom and threw her in bed.

Although the bed was soft, Huang Ling felt a pain in her back when he rudely threw it on it.

She got away, sat up hard, and not too busy scolding Mobson: "Mobson, you bastard... ah-”

Mobson's tall body, pressed down, pressed her tightly.

Without waiting for her to think about what he wanted to do, Mobson kissed her hard.

His kiss, very hard, very crazy, seemed to eat her in his stomach.

Meanwhile, his big, rough palm, touching her, trying to figure out her clothes--

Huang Ling got a little faint in the head by kissing him, like a dead computer, without thinking.

He took away her breath and voice, and not long later, she was kissed ~ gasping.

Giant ~ gasping, giving her blank brain a hint of thought.

She came back to God, thinking about the pictures, and she hit a spirit all over her body.

Suddenly, her chest was stuffy and she felt nauseous.

This disgust is heavier than Mobson's, and she can't breathe.

She struggled so hard that her head kept swinging, avoiding Mobson's kiss.

Mobson's kiss fell on her side, but he didn't die, and the crazier she struggled, the crazier he kissed.

Kiss her side face, kiss her neck...

“Mobson, you die!” Huang Ling struggled, and when he held her Hun, she wanted to cry.

And she really cried, tears overflowing her orbit, rolling in her orbit, and rolling down the corner of her eye.

Drop by drop on the sheets behind you, in the light, especially dazzling.

“I missed you, Huang Ling.” Mobson's kiss, down her neck.

Think of me...?

Huang Ling thought it was ironic.

Think about her. Why are you still with Aina?

Or he misses her, just misses her body, misses her taste.

It's like she's vegetarian, and Eina's vegetarian.

He likes to eat with vegetarian meals, or he's tired of eating vegetarian meals, vegetarian meals, vegetarian meals?

Thinking about it, Huang Ling's heart ached and lay there, no longer struggling.

Tears, like broken pearls, fall one by one.

Not long ago, she had pear blossoms all over her cheeks with rain, her eyes filled with shining tears, and her lust broke. I saw pity and it was heartbreaking.

Mobson kissed so hard, he really missed her, and the other day, he planned his affairs, and he was busy with the army, and he lost his father's pain, that he suppressed his misgivings of her.

Nowadays it's like a flood erupting, to the point where it can't be cleaned up.

He turned her T-shirt back to the front of Hungary, revealing his peachy inner back.

He kissed her tenderly white and forgetfully.

“Huang Ling... Huang Ling... Huang Ling...”

The kiss, not calling her name, low voice, filled with his tenderness towards her.

When I heard him murmur, Huang Ling's heart was cut like a knife and tears streamed.

Mobson's kiss came back to her face, and when he kissed the salty tears, the whole man was hit with a stick in his head.

The whole person froze, looked up, saw Huang Ling gazing at the ceiling sadly, his face wet with tears, the pale face under the light was like a porcelain doll about to break.

Mobson was heartbroken and heavy. He held her face in his hand and his handsome face came together, wiping away her tears. He asked in a low and heartfelt manner: "Huang Ling, why are you crying? Don't you think I don't believe you, got you in jail for a week, pissed off at me? ”