Major General’s Smart and Gorgeous Wife

“Then you ignore me? Must be mad at me, dislike me, want to return it. Whoo... whoo...”

Without finishing the wooden language, Yunting blocked his mouth. It is impossible to continue to speak.

His kiss was superior, with the decision to proclaim sovereignty, he tied her to death in his arms, tried to do everything he could to kiss her and was afraid of hurting her.

After all, he let go of her soft body.

“I'm sorry.” Yunting suddenly said: “It's my fault, I feel bloody on myself, I'm afraid you don't like it. ”

The trees suddenly let loose, that's why!

She shrugged her little nose and smelled it on Yunting. The cute little look made Yunting itch again. She couldn't help but do it on the spot.

Too bad they still have a big bulb behind them! Doo is still busy mopping and cleaning over there.

“Well, that's perfect. I killed three, you killed half of them. We're all people who dye the blood of bad people by hand, and nobody can blame anyone in the future.” The tree had a little face on its side, holding it with one hand and looking at the clouds.

A smile appeared on Yunting's face: "Okay. ”

In other words, after returning to the dormitory of the military district, the trees took a careful bath and were washed in half by Yunting, both of them very carefully.

Just washed it and changed the painting style.

“Did you say you didn't dislike me?” Yunting whispered in the ears of the trees: “To show that I don't dislike you, I can only do something practical. ”

His actual action, which is realistic, is to keep eating and wiping away the people in his arms.

He contaminated her, and he kept wrapping her in his own breath.

Yunting has a kind of violet air, surrounded by this smell, which is a kind of blessing for a monk like Wood and Wood.

The trees enjoy this package. The warmer the heart, the more sleepy they become, the more sleepy they close their eyes.

Sleeping also cultivates Taoism, presumably only in the arms of the clouds.

Hayagi refused to admit that her master had a real vision. He found her such a good husband, like Tang Monk's.

Wood subconsciously opened his hands and held Yunting tight, his mouth still vaguely said the dream words:

“Monk Tang, delicious. ”

“ …… ”

The food has risen to the point of eating people? Yunting loved the small look of woodland lazy dependence after the incident. She usually didn't want to sleep directly and would hold onto her for a while.

Before Yunting fell asleep, he heard the trees talking in his sleep.

This little thing has really gotten worse. He died unsatisfactorily, hugging Yun Ting, and continued to thrust:

“Yunting, Tang Monk, mine, don't rob. ”

This tree, talking and a little drooling, rubbed it on his arm.

Yunting couldn't help but laugh. He wanted to take back his hand and get a tissue.

Wood refused to hold him until he died. If he couldn't hold his arm, he changed his leg.

Where the hell is her hand touching?

After they had bathed, they had no clothes on, and Yunting didn't even have any underwear.

Well, she hugged his thigh, inevitably touching a sensitive area.

Originally, Yunting had thought about it. She couldn't let out the rest of her strength every time. The trees were a delicate girl and couldn't stand his energetic torment.

Yunting knew that he was a little bad. After all, he was a human being. His psychological qualities were just an illusion in the eyes of outsiders. He also had psychological shadows.