Major General’s Smart and Gorgeous Wife

“Yunting, I'm sorry.” Wood begged for mercy: “I shouldn't have lied to you, whoops...”

She also wanted to say that he had kissed her lips so hard that she was scratching her hard, a little sore and itchy, and she was panicking.

Wood can't say what it feels like right now. In short, it feels like it's already floating, a little scared and a little anticipating. Trying to push him away, his arms held him tighter and tighter.

After the lip split, Yunting controlled his body's burgeoning emotions, hugging the trees and holding them still.

Shit, she was so charming, just two kisses, his body was completely uncontrolled, his body was hard and he just wanted to free her at all costs.

No, he can't. This is still the ward. She's hurt. He can't do that.

He truly loves him and wants to stay with her for a long time. How can he ignore her body and feelings for the rest of his life because of lust?

“Don't ever say sorry to me. Whatever you do, I'll forgive you. As long as you live, as long as you stay with me.” Nor did Yunting think that loving someone could be so humble.

That's the last thing he wanted to say after dying powerlessly with the trees in his previous life.

No matter how much she used to mess with him, no matter how gloomy her temper was, no matter whether the person in her heart was him or someone else. He just wants her alive.

Fortunately, in this life, she has no one else but him. They are husband and wife, lawful and compassionate.

Yunting's heart just kept blaming itself. Why didn't he expect Fang Xiaoyi to do such a crazy thing?

“Yunting, I can't breathe.” Wood suddenly hammered his hard back.

They held him so face-to-face that the wooden hands were behind his back and it was easiest to slap him on the back. The two men were too tight to hammer their chests.

“What's the matter?” Yunting looked nervously at a reddish tree. Why is her face so red? Are you shy?

“You held me so tight, I couldn't breathe.” The trees slapped him twice again.

Yunting let go of the trees, lest he hold them down. But just let it go a little bit, or hold it.

He rubbed his head against her chest and mumbled: "It feels good to be hit by you. Little wood, come on, two more hammers, a little harder. ”

“Hit it.” The trees aren't scared anymore, so I hammered them twice on Yunting's back with my fists.

“Fight again. ”

Hit it again.

“Again. ”

“I quit, my hands are sore, Yunting, you are so bad, you lied to me to slap you in the back! I'm on strike.” She didn't dare to be harsh, and she didn't have much strength. Cloud Ting, a piece of copper-skinned steel, is really itchy based on it.

Wood hummed two times, drilled out of Yunting's arms, held her quilt again, trying to pretend to be an injured person, before Yunting settled with her.

Who knew Yunting was not ashamed to lie down with the trees in the ward, hugging her from behind, holding her tight. This time, Yunting also paid attention to the hugging force in case she couldn't breathe.

Luckily, this guy is very comfortable, really just holding her quietly, no more manual feet.