Major General’s Smart and Gorgeous Wife

The so-called "once and for all" is that the trees no longer have a problem with Yunting sleeping in bed or on the sofa, and the two of them go straight to bed and hug each other.

The trees are used to this sleeping attitude and it feels good.

Not to mention that Yunting has a daughter-in-law holding her, which is certainly better than sleeping on the couch alone.

However, the only thing you can hold and not kiss and not touch is torture for Yunting.

Especially the body of the tree, every inch of which he had developed, she twisted, one turned, one touched, and he could imagine exactly where she was touching him, like a military drill.

For example, the trees were just asleep and hung like otters on the clouds. The trees were really afraid of cold body. For warmth, her front half was stuck on the chest of the clouds.

This is a fatal temptation for Yunting.

If he doesn't dare to do anything to her again, they can easily return to this relatively intimate relationship. If they scare the trees away, they will have to pay for it.

In Yunting's heart, he sighed: Remember, always pay back!

Shit, Wood Wood, this little guy with no heart, no lungs, no sleep, actually turned his leg open, one leg pulled, the other leg very unimaginably on Yunting's thigh.

So she splits her legs apart, and the root of her legs rubs against him, thinking of the soft, cloudy body, couldn't help but react.

Unfortunately, you have to endure it.

When the trees did not sleep, Yunting felt dry tongue and became hotter and hotter.

I don't know how long it took before the trees fell asleep and woke up, blindfolded, looked up at Yunting's face, humming and asking:

“Why aren't you asleep? ”

“Oops... Oops...”

He moved quickly, like a leopard staring at his prey, making a sharp blow and targeting.

Her lips, a little fractured and open.

The trees didn't know if it was true or a dream, so they felt sleeping confused, as if they were dreaming of Yunting kissing her, and it was a long, long, suffocating kiss.

That feeling, it's kind of unspeakable pain or joy, like being crawled over by a little ant.

The next morning, when the trees woke up, Yunting also happened to wake up, each wearing a thick sweater and coat.

The trees opened their mouths several times, and finally I didn't feel comfortable asking about last night. I went to wash myself with a red face.

Yunting rubbed his lips, busy cleaning the mattress and washing it too.

In the same tiny space, two people are a little crowded, especially as big as the clouds.

But the trees didn't feel weird, but they felt a little filled.

The trees were a little scared of this feeling, and after washing their faces, they were busy going to breakfast.

“Mom, this is a lovely breakfast! ”

The breakfast battle scared the trees.

At the table, three elders, Professor Joe Hui, Professor Lin and Ohijun, sat down to eat first. All three of them did not talk.

And then a big table eats, making the trees a little impotent.

During the week, the wood appetite is good, the meal capacity can top three ordinary little girls, Joe Hui will prepare more rice, but the breakfast is so rich, like opening a restaurant, the wood is still the first time to see it.