Major General’s Smart and Gorgeous Wife

Knowing he split her legs wide apart.

The trees suddenly woke up, pushing away the clouds and wrapping themselves tightly with quilts.

“I'm sorry, I'm, I'm not ready.” Wood sounds like mosquitoes, but also a little faint, with a little trembling sound.

“Mm-hmm. I'm gonna take a shower.” Yunting stood up and walked in the direction of the bathroom.

The bathroom lights turned on, and when he opened the door, the trees would have looked at him secretly, just as the clouds were only behind a piece of cloth.

What a shame!

The trees quickly covered their heads with quilts. Too bad I can't sleep.

The trees also felt a little orthodoxy, and she knew that she had won a major illness during her cold vacation, which made her very sick.

At the time of Yu Qingdao's observation, it was okay that there was a master who often recited the scriptures and arranged the formation for her, and was able to compress all the discomforts in her mind.

Once she left Yu Qingguan, as Master Hayashi said, she really couldn't resist the clouds.

How about this? It is indispensable and does not want to develop further.

Both of them were married, and the trees didn't know what they were correcting, so they refused to give themselves to him. Tomorrow morning it's cooked.

The trees couldn't sleep with their quilts rolling over and over, and I wondered how to get Yunting to come over later.

Yunting took a bath, changed his home suit and went into the duvet himself.

Wood held him smoothly, afraid to move again, afraid to ignite the fire.

“Go to sleep, I won't touch you.” Yunting's voice is light, but reassuring.

The trees fell asleep.

Without knowing how hard Yunting endured, he had just taken a cold bath, the cold bones and his self-restraint, pressing his body's impulses down.

How he was hugged by the trees and not in any key position, his body did not listen to the impulse.

Good thing Yunting's self-restraint is good, the real ninja didn't touch her.

The room was dark and in the silence of the night, only the trees breathed lightly, very lightly, almost inaudible, a little like a kitten.

No darker light can block the eyes of the clouds. He looked at her, clearly and truthfully.

She's in his arms again, so good.

Others, it doesn't matter, always take their time.

The character of the trees was a little weaker than she thought, and she actually enjoyed running away. If she was in a hurry, she ran away again.

She would have forgotten Yunting before, but she was also subconsciously fleeing. At that time, the trees thought Yunting was dead, which is why they sealed all information about Yunting.

Her selective oblivion is also a way of protecting herself.

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The next day, when the trees woke up, Yunting was no longer with her, as the previous day had done. Avoid the embarrassment of meeting early.

Everything that happened last night, it was like a dream, a dream, nothing.

Trees are always afraid of cold. Today, they wash their faces with cold water to make themselves more awake.

Looks like the whole winter has passed and the trees are washing cold water face for the first time. It's really, really cold. I don't know how Yunting took a cold bath last night.

After a morning run, the trees were nestled at home and busy drawing her sketches.

The first batch of flower pots to be burned, the trees are prepared to do their own hand-painting, the large direction is set first, it will not be easy to distort later.

It's just that trees need a little bit of a variety of flowerpots, and they can't be painted in a second or two.