Major General’s Smart and Gorgeous Wife

Wood was running out of control, but Yunting took a gauze out of her pocket and began to wrap his own eyes around it.

Wood blinked and blinked. I didn't expect Yunting to be such a gentleman.

Cloud Ting wrapped five laps of gauze around his eyes. He could barely see his eyes before taking off his clothes for the trees.

The trees were a little nervous and quietly felt his movements.

His fingers, sometimes accidentally touching the woods' skin, separated them as quickly as electric shocks.

Yunting was suffering at this time, why didn't he want to hold his little daughter-in-law and wash together, but the trees were still injured, he couldn't ask for her so much, in case he touched the wound. But if it's too much fire, he's afraid he won't be able to control it.

Only trees and trees can make him so disoriented.

Yunting was trying to get a gauze to cover her eyes, but she couldn't see it completely, and he had to help her undress.

But now it's even more deadly. The feeling of obscurity is more like a dream in the mist of water. If you can't see clearly, you want to see more clearly.

“Yun Ting, you have a fever?” Wood ice, moist hands, suddenly hitting the cloudy forehead.

This time, it was the ignition, the clouds groaned, the trees pressed in his arms, hugging tightly. Her face rubbed against the chest of the shirt he had just removed.

“Knock, knock, knock. ”

Powerful heartbeat, so close to her.

The trees are also a little dry this time, who makes Yunting look too good and still hot.

“You take a dip.” Yunting loosened the trees and turned to shower and rinse the water.

The trees threw up their tongues, knowing that after igniting, they quietly wiped bubbles all over their bodies with bath flowers in their left hand.

When Yunting was finished, she came back to help her rub her back carefully, and the trees covered half her arms and flushed the bubbles unwieldily.

At the end of the day, Yunting withstood the beating of his heart and wrapped him up in a bath towel.

“Go to sleep first, I'll go out and make a phone call. ”

“Well, I'll wait for you to sleep with me.” The trees held a small plate of tomatoes and enjoyed leaning back on the bed to watch TV.

It's just that Yunting has a lot to deal with. The phone has been ringing for a while. When he gets back in an hour to get ready to scream for the trees to go to sleep first, he finds that this little guy has fallen asleep unimaginably against the bed along the fruit tray.

Yunting shook her head helplessly, removed her fruit tray and moved her body again.

But after the trees bathed, they were covered in a bath towel, which moved, the bath towel was torn apart by the clouds and spread out, revealing pink and soft flesh.

Wood fanatics opened their eyes vaguely, not yet reacted to what had happened. Yunting had seriously covered her with a quilt and turned around and walked away.

What is it?

The tree leaves its mouth open, then looks at its incapacitated appearance, even empty below, and is even more ashamed.

Wood pulled his pajamas in his left hand and put them on his body, whispering: “The bath towel is the least reliable thing. ”

When she changed, she fell asleep again.

When the trees woke up in the middle of the night, Yunting only came back from the outside, and there was still a little kill.

Is he out?

Nor did the trees ask, but after Yunting carefully climbed into bed, leaned against him, found a comfortable position and habitually leaned against his chest to sleep.

“Wood.” Yunting knew she was awake.

“Hmm?” Trees are half asleep and half awake.

“Don't let yourself get hurt next time, okay?” Cloud Ting's voice is a little depressing.