Major General’s Smart and Gorgeous Wife

Hearing this encouraging treble, Cloud Ting's face smiled, more recklessly rushed to death to find her rhythm next time.

The trees were a little scared, trying to escape, and his body didn't listen to him, and he was crushed to death, choking happiness and madness.

Until she seemed like a river on a shooting embankment, falling flat, and a hot fountain poured over the blade.

He also roared and swept again for dozens of times before releasing completely, burning her to death to hold his back and trembling all over him.

The trees felt like they were dreaming, and she became a small boat at sea, swept away by the wind waves, thrown to the tip of the wave, and fell. Then it was thrown to another higher tip, falling.

A huge wave swept her wildly into the cloud, making her scream and feel the peril and excitement of the cloud. Afterwards, it burst into the ground and fell from the clouds into the sea. Without giving her a little time to think, the heartbeat was about to stop.

The wind stopped, it was quiet, then the silence of the night.

She slept in his arms and quietly collapsed. He also slept contentedly with someone as soft as a kitten.

In the air, only the breath they have loved reminds them of the story of the night.

Until the next morning, the trees washed away the exaggerated marks before changing their clothes.

“Are you satisfied with my performance?” Nor did Yunting lift her head, and warmed her a glass of milk.

“Shit!” The trees seem to recall, she was always confused, and then she remembered them without a trace. What a shame.

She didn't think of all the clouds, so she was embarrassed.

But that feeling last night was really weird. The trees feel like they don't even know themselves. They're really going to turn into bad women.

Yunting smiled strangely at her. The trees disappeared and rushed over to him to trouble him:

“I don't care. I can't walk. You take responsibility! ”

“Okay.” Yunting picked people up and threw them back into bed.

In front of Yunting, the wooden board is like a difference between a child and an adult. Not to mention, Yunting people who have been training for years have endless strength ~ ~

Looking at the clouds, the trees were frightened and shrunk to the side:

“I don't want it, I don't want it. I'm losing. You're good, okay? ”

“Cover your quilt. What are you thinking? Want to wait for the evening. ”

She wants it again? Shame on you.

“Humph, don't make a scene. I'm going to school. I'm going to sleep at Xinlan Su tonight. Huh!”

“Xinlan Su may not be able to satisfy you.” Yunting continues to tease the trees.

Wood's about to get pissed off by this big bastard. Makes her crave like a leprechaun.

“Good, it's my fault, I want you to sleep a little longer. ”

“If you don't leave, you'll be late.” Weren't the trees always punctual when they whitened the clouds?

But how does she feel? The way Yunting looks at her is a little wrong. Why is it a little sympathetic?

“What's the matter? ”

“Go to sleep, it's Saturday. I'll write you a plan. ”

“Ah!!!!” The trees screamed and quickly pulled the quilt: “Don't yell at me until 12: 00! ”

What a big boy.

Cloud Ting laughed and pulled the curtains in the bedroom so she could go to the living room with her laptop.

Yunting looked at the door open in the bedroom and listened to the woods and trees snoring lightly. It felt like the house was already cold, with many more vivid colors.

Just like his original clean and refreshing life, there are many more colors.