Major General’s Smart and Gorgeous Wife

Woods rarely see Yunting so tender, or when he is so tender, it seems to be only for her.

Originally, the forest tree was just a noisy little emotion, so gently watched by Yunting, turning his eyes, he lost his temper, and groaned softly.

“Ask you anything, you don't say. ”

“My task is to do it, not to say.” Yunting looked at the trees with a smile.

“Do what? ”

“You.”

“…” Can we have a nice chat?!!

Wood and wood drums stared at Yunting, but Yunting held her tightly in her arms.

His embrace was hot, and there was a mysterious magic that scared the trees a little and tried to escape.

This time, he couldn't let the trees escape, and all he had to do was bring her into the abyss of happiness.

The tactical layers of Yunting advanced and intensified until the trees abandoned their helmets and softened in his arms.

Yunting held the trees together with pain: “Did I hurt you? ”

“Humph.” The trees hummed, twisting again, feeling unspeakable, like little ants climbing.

The warm-up battle was only halfway through, and the trees could feel his heat when they moved.

He held me like this, though it was very sweet, but it was also very unwieldy and itchy.

“Honey, you move.” The trees twisted impatiently.

She twisted the clouds and strangled her. She couldn't help but “hiss” in her teeth.

Since the trees let him move, he was completely welcome. Every time he went deeper, he crashed into the deepest part of the tree like he was going to crash into the heart of the tree.

It may not make any medical sense to say that a woman's uterus is connected to the heart, but it is absolutely true.

Yunting attacked bravely and fought directly against the trees trembling. He held Yunting's strong back in his arms and let him break into her heart and let him send her up to the clouds.

Yunting stretched his hand to maximize the body of the tree, splitting his legs into a horse of art.

Fortunately, trees have been watching the road since childhood, and will also cultivate the flexibility of the body. Even a horse exclusive to dancers is not too difficult for trees.

Not to mention that she was in the mood at the moment, leaving her soul to be dominated by Yunting.

At this time, there is an idea in the mind of the trees - to give himself to him, wholly and wholly, whether in body or mind.

The trees are like clouds floating at the top of the sky, unable to reach the edges, just want to hold the clouds tightly and look for a little bit of reliance.

She felt a little empty and cold, as if the clouds were once again helpless and fluttering in panic.

The trees panicked a little, but couldn't catch Yunting's body.

She opened her eyes slightly and saw that Yunting was enjoying the scenery somewhere.

“Ooh, don't look.” Trees are embarrassing.

“Okay. Don't look. ”

With the sound of the clouds, the next moment, her body was filled to the fullest, deep into the chestnut of the soul, so that the trees could not help but exhale.

Her men consciously grabbed the sheets, leaving him free to go deeper into the final battle.

Again and again, a deadly rhythm, brings out the joy of death.

The trees almost fainted beneath him. But he woke her again and again, a feeling that eroded bones and left no way to escape.

Fortunately, Yunting bent over, lovingly embracing the trees, and the trees could reach out and hold him, at least not as frightened as before.