Major General’s Smart and Gorgeous Wife

All the emotions in the trees were captured by the clouds, and he seemed to be able to feel all her emotions through her lips and teeth.

He wanted to give her more, better, even storms, as long as she liked them.

His constant tight logging, layering, kept her breathless.

A fine layer of sweat beads also appeared on Yunting's head, one drop dropping on the wooden face and a few drops falling on her lips.

A bit salty and familiar.

The tree was like a otter, holding the back of the clouds tightly to prevent him from crashing into the scaffold.

The trees feel like they're not themselves, completely immersed in the joy of drowning.

Yunting slammed open the lips of the trees and looked down at the delicate pink little woman beneath her.

He just let go, and her mouth was like a gate open, and she couldn't help overflowing a song of spring tide shooting.

Originally snow-white in colour, she is now caught in a natural pink dizziness by this wild emotion.

Seeing people who like them bloom beneath themselves, the emotion forgets me, Yun Ting's heart feels warmer, can't wait to die on her.

“Wood, I love you.” He held her tight:

“The greatest satisfaction of my life is that you're still here. ”

She may not understand him, but he does.

She's the tree he loves, not another stranger. This feeling made him feel that heaven was a real gift to him.

All he wanted to do was make up for all the regrets of his previous life, the trees that were reborn with him.

After all those misunderstandings, he could forgive his trees.

The trees also responded gently to him, muttering:

“Yunting, I love you too, I prefer to be loved by you. Love me. ”

She also liked that he heard the most joyous words today, Yunting was afraid of his special physical condition, and the trees were just a girl student who couldn't stand his strength.

Without thinking that his trees and heart loved him, full love would not feel painful but the happiness of two people endlessly.

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After the storm, the whole world calmed down.

The trees died holding the backs of the clouds and trembling gently. She was a little afraid of this feeling. Yunting was poison, and she couldn't stop breathing.

After Yunting's release, he held the trees tightly and was reluctant to separate.

His body was hot and it was winter again, and the trees hugged him as a hot water bag.

When Yunting brewed his mood for half a day and wanted to speak his heart to the trees, he found that the man in his arms had fallen asleep with his face on his chest.

Yunting looked at the man in his arms and his heart grew softer. I really want to keep looking at her like that.

The evening sky, not too dark, can see her face clearly. Such a rare silence makes Yunting feel particularly tranquil.

With a moment of tranquillity, he's not afraid of any danger.

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The trees also slept for half an hour and were dragged into the bathroom by the clouds and wiped with hot water.

When the trees woke up, they felt ashamed again. Why don't they just throw Yunting out and take a hot bath themselves, making the whole person feel much better.

If Yunting keeps washing her inside, I don't know if I can get out of the bathroom in the end. The trees don't want to be eaten and wiped dry anymore. She's still thinking about her dinner.