Major General’s Smart and Gorgeous Wife

“Whoo, finally home. ”

“Cloud Ting came to hold her again, and the trees hurried to open the doors themselves and flew towards the room.

She seemed to feel his fire ~ ~ Into the kitchen in flames:

“You promised to save me a bowl of chicken soup. You can't keep people from eating. ”

“Huh ~” Cloud Ting laughed, watching the trees vividly behind him, his world lit up.

He doesn't seem to be following us?

The trees are finally at ease, so hurry up and drink chicken soup. But she wondered why Yunting hadn't come.

So the trees held a small bowl of chicken soup and, like thieves, put their little heads in the direction of the study.

When Yunting appeared behind her, she grabbed her bowl.

“Ah?” The trees looked silly.

You can grab a bowl of food if you want? Minute rush!

“Yunting! ”

“Good boy, open your mouth. ”

Seeing Yunting scoop a small spoon of soup with porcelain soup and prepare to feed it, the trees did open their mouths nicely.

But he did! Put that spoon of soup in his own mouth.

The trees were in a hurry, staring at the clouds. What about the feeding? Why did you steal it?

Yunting suddenly approached with the face of the tree, then skilfully pryed her lips open, containing a sip of chicken soup, flowed into the mouth of the tree along the mouth of Yunting.

The trees opened their eyes and watched Yunting steadily, unconsciously opening their mouths and swallowing.

She didn't reflect until after the action was over, how ambiguous they were.

The trees were blushing, shyly bowing their heads, and the lips of the clouds fell again.

She cooperated desperately, left but still the bowl of chicken soup ~ ~ just a different way of eating.

No, no, no, no!

Seeing a semi-detached soft look like a tree, Yunting knew it was almost there.

The little fried hair turns into a kitten, and the cooked daughter-in-law can eat it.

So much so that the trees were torn overnight that I couldn't remember afterwards how I was actually fed chicken soup to bed.

How to change from eating food to being eaten ~ ~ and eat and eat.

“No, I'm tired.” Trees softly beg forgiveness.

Yunting did not answer, listening to the woods and trees sound quite powerful, continued to torment her harshly, reluctantly swallow her whole.

“Yunting, let's have a baby.” When the mood is strong, the trees open like silk.

He was delighted by her words, constantly accelerating the intensity and speed of the attack, sparking waves of soft cheer.

Fireworks, suddenly blowing up the dark lake, the ultimate brilliance, let the trees burn and flower in front of the eyes, sinking into the illusion.

He took her to the peak and finally fell asleep with satisfaction.

It wasn't until the next morning that Yunting gave the trees the answer she wanted:

“We don't have kids until you graduate from college. ”

“Then you're still...” Woodwood thought of last night's burning sensation, blushing and afraid to look up at him.

“Don't worry, I still have the means.” The way he said it was to get the leaves out of his body after the fact through the dot.

Wood blink blink blink and think again, then will she run the next time she does it, just not give him a chance to do it?

“Good boy, don't be ridiculous.” Seems to have guessed the idea of a tree, Yunting felt her head helplessly: "I promise you won't be able to escape from my palms. ”

“ …… ”

He said as if it were true, the trees were far less physically than the clouds. He tore them to death every time, but he was radiant.