Major General’s Smart and Gorgeous Wife

“Master gave me acupuncture, it's no big deal. All you have to do is, don't press my arm.” Wood sounds like mosquito flies.

So obvious a hint, how can Cloud Ting not understand?

He's licensed to work! Dig hollow thoughts long ago and eat his little wood.

How can you feel safe in a bowl? Eat it in your mouth!

The trees raised their heads, and in the dark of the night, only the bright eyes of the clouds sparkled. She saw her own shadow in his eyes.

The heavens and the earth, her world is small, and there is only one cloud.

The trees raised their heads violently. They were going to steal a mouth and not sneak a whiff of the cloud. As a result, they hit Yunting's chin on the forehead...

Yunting always stared at the trees like a sharp black leopard. He was afraid to scare her, afraid that she would feel grieved.

Woodwood's initiative, though clumsy, made Yunting feel her heart, and finally crushed Yunting's powerful and tight nerves.

He embraced her head as she was about to retract, laying rain drops on the ground, gently and tangled down, leading the trees to resemble water scarce fish, difficult to breathe but enthralled in.

He used to kiss her too, each time with sweetness and tenderness, and this time, more harsh than ever, making her unnamed and distracted, always feeling like a prelude to a storm.

He flipped over and wen her more ferociously than once, eager to swallow her in his stomach.

Lips split, wooden little faces rose red, big mouths greedily breathing this fresh air.

So suffocation has a sweet taste.

Yunting carefully kept her torso at a distance to prevent her from pressing her injured arm.

The sound of "stabbing" was the sound of the wooden pyjamas being torn, and she finally appeared completely in front of him, although the light was blurred at night, but it was wonderful.

When the two men were completely united, his movements were as gentle as possible, or he let the trees take a hard breath in pain, holding Yun Ting's back with one left hand dead, leaving a scratch on it.

He dared not move again, just kissed her face carefully, and he was afraid to hurt her.

It was not until he sensed the little man in his arms twisting disturbingly twice that he continued to exacerbate the march.

The trees screamed his name softly:

“Cloud Ting, cloud Ting. ”

He loved it so much that he never thought his name could be shouted out so nicely.

In order to hear a few more soft words for forgiveness, Yunting tried harder.

She floated and sank in his world, and he took her into a deep swirl.

Wood feels that her life is finally complete. She is finally his little daughter-in-law. For the rest of her life, she is closely connected and no longer separated.

Yunting is well deserved as a special soldier. He is physically abnormal. Even though the trees are small monasteries and exercise their body strength, they will not be able to withstand his continuous logging until he is powerlessly paralyzed in his arms.

He held her quietly, quietly smelling each other's war without smoke, and it was wonderful that he almost forgot himself.

She fell asleep in his arms, snoring very lightly, like a lazy cat.

This feeling of true possession fills Yunting's heart, the happiness that is about to spread out, can only rub her into her arms once more, fine love, share this satisfaction with her.

The storm is back, and they seem to be familiar with each other's rhythm.

With his physical instincts, the tree held Yunting's back tightly in his left hand. With the rhythm of his entry and exit, he shouted his name softly, over and over again, intermittently but extraordinarily.

Until, once again, they climbed to the top, and she smelled nothing but chestnut blossoms open in her room, and then she was completely unconscious.

Fearing to hurt her, Yunting dared not to play with fire again, grabbed the little man in his arms satisfactorily, and from time to time kissed the wooden eyebrow heart and nose beam twice.

The trees are really tired, sniffing the familiar smell of the clouds and sleeping.

Yet Yunting could not sleep, until the morning light came into the room, and when the trees wanted to open their eyes, he pulled her back for it.

The trees pressed the overflowing sound in their mouths, so that the courtyard was relatively independent and soundproofed well. Even if someone got up early, they could not hear the movement on their side.