Major General’s Smart and Gorgeous Wife

Wood didn't know what was happening to her, so she felt uncomfortable, wanted to sleep with something, and then she hugged the stuffed bear.

The stuffed bear is soft and huge, and the woods hold it, basically inserting it.

But it's still cold, and it feels just like holding a quilt.

It is said that the heating has not stopped in the room, just walk in the room on weekdays wearing a long sleeve pajama, not even coral fleece.

How can it still feel cold when a wooden tree is holding such a thick quilt?

The trees can't tell, it just feels strange, empty, can't sleep.

Yunting kept an eye on the situation on the side of the trees. She couldn't sleep, nor could he.

After watching the trees roll over impatiently, Yunting finally got a little heartbroken and suddenly got up and took a few steps to the bed.

The trees were a little nervous, they looked at the clouds unnamed, there were no lights in the room, the curtains were pulled, the black paint gaze, and they could only see each other's blurred eyes.

Cloud Ting lifted the quilt, drilled in, and said with a low, calm voice: "You're not feeling well. You said I had purple gas on me, or you had a lot of help. ”

“Oh." The woods and woods also got bold, most of all a little unacceptable to the temptation of the purple air and the warm temperature, she actually held Yunting's waist, her face still on Yunting's chest.

I don't know if Yunting intentionally slept in the winter, but he wore only one pair of boxers! You don't even wear long johns? Isn't he cold?

Like this question, the trees should know the answer, and she can feel the heat coming from him with her waist in her arms.

He's not only cold, he's hot. Fortunately, his heat is just right, it's the kind that doesn't sweat and doesn't feel uncomfortable.

The trees were hugging the clouds, as if they were more at ease.

Once and for all, let's talk about it when he's asleep!

The trees are a little sleepy now. It's strange. What's the operation?

The thieves, they do it with her, don't they?

Fortunately, the tree heart is big. Think about this man as her lawful husband. It seems like he has had numerous deep exchanges between men and women. What's wrong with hugging him?

With this in mind, the trees are actually a little daring, the arms of Yunting are tighter, and the whole body is gathered together, kind of half lying on his chest.

Who let Yunting sleep so warmly and breathlessly?!

The tree thought so, rubbing again, but did not reach out to touch the abs of the clouds. He had a clear line on his body, the exercise was particularly strong, basically no fat piece, like a work of art, and the abs were also a clear block.

The sky is a little dark, and the trees want to test it by touch. The legendary maniac actually has a few abs.

Anyway, Yunting is her husband, it's nothing to touch, it's not the first time!

Anyway, Yunting is a gentleman, even if she touches him, he won't do anything to her.

The trees are really bold, a little sleepy, vaguely touching Yunting, from top to bottom, still silently counting.

One, two, three...

Six, seven.

Wooden hands all the way down, touching a piece of cloth blocked.

The trees were still somewhat dissatisfied, stuttered their mouths and continued to touch down.

Wait, why is his abdominal muscle under that cloth so hot and not in the right shape?