Major General’s Smart and Gorgeous Wife

They simply didn't go back that night, set up a tent and lived in the Red Leaf area of Xiangshan.

Wood slept in the same tent as Yunting. He pulled her into his arms and held her tight.

“No, they're all listening.” Trees and trees pushed their tits with red faces.

“So you want it? Is this an invitation?” Yunting's eyes burst out into flames and she couldn't help but hold her face, kissing and kissing rarely, and badly glued her saliva to the woods' nose beams, tips, eyebrows and cheeks.

The trees depressingly wiped a wet and somewhat burning face and stared angrily at the clouds in protest. That kind of live off the fried kitten that was forced into the bath.

Yunting grinned and held her tight:

“Little fool, I know you're weak today, just let go, I'll hold you, go to sleep. ”

“Don't cheat.” The woods and foxes looked at the clouds and fury, but they still felt particularly unreliable. How could they feel so close? His body temperature kept rising. She was igniting.

The trees rubbed and wanted to get off the clouds.

Cloud Ting's voice was somewhat dull and repressive: “Don't challenge my self-restraint. ”

The trees immediately became good, and she also found out that she seemed to have really ignited. The most noticeable change was that somewhere in his body he was raised against her with thin clothes.

The trees were so full of blushes that they dared not go on thinking about it, they could only bury their faces in Yunting's chest.

Her face was finally hotter than his chest.

She can also hear his powerful and fast heartbeat.

“Pfft. Pfft.” Every single one of them caught her mind.

Compared to hearing heartbeat in the hospital before, Yunting's heart beats much faster this time, and every time it's full of power.

He, too, moved because of her.

The chemical reactions between the two of them, because of each other, were really wonderful, and beautiful people couldn't help but immerse themselves in it.

She can't sleep.

He, too, can't sleep.

Her breathing, some disturbances, the breath blowing out of her mouth, hit her hot on the neck of the clouds.

Yunting's senses were acute, and he carefully sensed all her emotions and was eager to take her up the mountains, dive into the sea, and pursue the most wonderful feelings.

Just not here, you have to bear it.

Sometimes, the more intolerant, the more difficult it is to sustain oneself. This wonderful feeling also ignites all the blood of the clouds. Little by little, the higher.

The trees felt a little disturbed by his stiffness somewhere, tearing closer to her.

Her little hand, subconsciously stretched out, just gently touched it across her pants.

She seemed to feel his deeper emotions and a repressed roar.

The trees felt like they were on fire, so they stopped hurrying.

Unfortunately, Yunting's arms were shackled and she was tied tighter. She was not allowed to say anything in a tight circle. She also held down the hands of the trees with her hands and forbade her to retract them.

Feeling the heat and beating somewhere in him, the tree's face turned completely bloody red, all the way to the ear root and neck.

Born of clouds, the eyes of the night are as bright as leopards, and through the slightest light, every tiny change in the trees can be seen.

He likes to watch her laugh, to watch her get angry, even to watch her cry.

Yunting himself couldn't make it clear. He was afraid of her crying, afraid of her being angry, but he liked to see her cry, and he liked to see her look angry and crazy.