Major General’s Smart and Gorgeous Wife

“What a grinding little thing. My dad's right. You're a fairy, my fairy.” Yunting was fast and harsh in a row.

Her lips and teeth seduced her constantly.

Wood felt like his soul was about to be uprooted by him, but he pulled one by one, and her soul returned to the body, continuing to have endless joy with him.

Forest trees also know that they can no longer pretend to sleep, and can only continue to cooperate with Yunting helplessly, watching Yunting heal the battle more courageously.

She's a little scared, but she feels particularly happy.

All she wanted was years, and every day she was with Yunting. Have a baby for him.

The trees didn't know how to sleep, as if they had fainted after that.

Yunting also blamed himself a little, he had a little too much fun today, and didn't know that the body of the trees couldn't stand it.

Look at her delicate underground consciousness holding his back, his face on his shoulder, Yunting's shoulder still hurts a little, it's the cut that Wood bit yesterday.

But damn, when he felt the pain, he thought about yesterday's emotion, and he was shamefully stiff again.

No, the trees are weak, where they can endure continuous warfare.

Yunting withstood the impulse, holding the trees tight, feeling her soft, and sleeping quietly.

The trees sleep until they wake up in the middle of the night, twisting their bodies and wanting to get out of the arms of the clouds.

Wait a minute.

The trees looked down in embarrassment, and they were so ashamed!

The twisting of the trees stirred the clouds again, making him unable to resist turning over and fighting again.

Forest trees just wanted to say no, but have been kissed to seal their lips. New logging continues. Forest trees have abandoned their armor and have lost their tone.

The scariest thing is that Yunting has been a very long guy, really letting trees not have time to think, only to think about the response of their physical instincts.

Until after the incident, the trees felt the pain of hot body, constantly hammering the chest of the clouds and gambling:

“It's all you. It's all you. What if you can't walk tomorrow? I'm still going to class. ”

“Nothing, tomorrow Saturday. ”

“You're lying, what a coincidence, eh, it seems like it's really Saturday. Don't touch me. I'm sleepy. No, we can't sleep in the nest. You can't drill me in the nest. You can't call me until 12: 00. ”

The trees drove Yunting away and continued to sleep in his blanket.

Yunting pitied Baba and found the bed quilt, put it next to the trees, and drilled into it himself.

However, Yunting looked at the trees, looked at his quilt, blinked his eyes, and stretched an arm into the tree's nest.

The trees are particularly cozy after falling asleep, especially like clouds and hot things, especially hot clouds.

One arm turned into a tree and wouldn't let go.

Then Yunting lifted his horn open a gap so that the trees could drill over themselves.

It didn't take 10 minutes, and the trees felt cold, so they stopped leaning beside him.

Later, when they didn't realize they were in a nest, Yunting caught a tree of red fruit.

Fearing that the trees were cold, Yunting stuffed the corners again. Watching her sleep so heartless, Yunting's heart was warm and she couldn't wait for time to stop.

A man's body is a strange thing, so well uncontrolled, Yunting wanted her to rest well, but his body had to react voluntarily.

And most helplessly, this little guy, he's all gone to the door confused.

Love, again, sounds endless.