Major General’s Smart and Gorgeous Wife

“Yun Ting, I have feet!” Tree protest.

“I know.”

You know you won't let me down?

Wood trees seem to have gotten used to Yunting's hegemony.

Well, let him go.

She leaned her head against Yunting's chest and rested in peace. She was still a little sleepy!

“Kigi, marry me, aren't you grieving?” Yunting suddenly opened his mouth carefully.

“Ah? No.” The trees were stunned.

“Then you cried so hard.” Yunting was still a little scared. After a moment of wood crying, he almost didn't pull out his gun.

He was afraid that the trees would cry and ignore him. The trees seemed gentle and tough, and she seemed rarely to cry.

Crying so fiercely this time really scared the clouds.

The trees were a little embarrassed. She couldn't explain it. She had to beat a haha: “I'm really happy to cry. I'm happy to see you. I couldn't stop crying. ”

“Kiki, do you think I'm not home and nobody's protecting you, especially grieved? ”

“You're a big man, mother-in-law, what are you doing!” The trees are angry instead: “Where are so many sad spring and autumn, I'm not that kind of person! ”

“Yeah, I'm a grown man, mother-in-law. Do what!” Yunting had just put the trees in the yard to chat, and now he picked her up, and the target bedroom. When entering the room, he threw out the little white dough attached to the belly of the trees and slammed the door to death.

“Yunting, during the day, what are you doing?” The trees seem to feel something different about the clouds.

He's got that thing all over her. The trees dared not move and were afraid to wipe their guns.

Yunting did not answer her, he just hugged her and kissed her, and the temperature between his lips kept rising, and his skills seemed to have improved considerably.

At least after the war, he knew to give her a chance to breathe.

“We didn't even take a bath. It stinks.” Trees and trees found an excuse to cheat. In broad daylight, the flowers and plants outside are still listening. How embarrassing. ”

“Okay.” Yunting lifted the trees across again, the destination bathroom.

Their room, with a bathroom wrapped in the bedroom, is convenient without having to open the door again.

But the trees probably figured out what he was going to do, and it was another struggle.

“Yunting, don't hold him like a cargo in your arms! ”

“Good boy, don't be ridiculous.” Yunting seemed to be enduring something.

The trees felt real this time, and what was beneath him had poked her.

He had already reacted to her, endured very hard, the trees were so close, and his body rubbed against him, making his reaction even more obvious.

“You asked for it. ”

Bang, the bathroom door is closed too.

Warm water from the showers fell on them.

The trees didn't even have time to think about excuses, so he put them in his arms and ate them dry.

The temperature of the shower is not cold or hot, warm only slightly higher than their body temperature, yet the bathroom is covered with a layer of warm water vapor, and their emotions make the bathroom warmer and warmer.

The trees feel like they are caught in a warm rain, constantly enjoying the rain and the sun.

He took her, climbing the highest mountain little by little, and watched the flowers of the mountain bloom.

Warm, spread, to limb wreckage.