Major General’s Smart and Gorgeous Wife

Yunting's emotions were a little out of control, and she rushed to clean the trees, gave her a bath towel, sent people out, changed the cool water, and showered herself.

The cold water finally quenched his burning emotions.

After taking a bath in the woods, the bones feel softer, more relaxed, and more sleepy, leaning on a soft bed and falling asleep without image.

There is no heating in Yun province, but early spring temperatures are already high in March, not even at night.

Wood lazy after a bath towel, clutching the bed quilt and falling asleep.

When Yunting came to take a bath, she rolled over randomly and rolled over to Yunting. She held Yunting and continued sleeping.

Isn't that fatal?

The trees were not worn after the bath, only a bath towel was wrapped.

Her sleepless little guy rolled away the bath towel so early, and then patched her skin against Yun Ting.

Yunting took a deep breath and didn't move. Let her hold him. She also had a deep arm as a pillow.

Reclaim your arms again, as if you were already holding the little man in your arms.

The trees didn't sleep well.

Perhaps the familiar environment stimulated her memory, and in her sleep she always dreamed of strange images.

Those images, they're all her and Yunting, all in this room, in this bed.

He was endless and she had nowhere to run. His madness, her indulgence.

Those images, though piecemeal, were particularly clear, until she closed her eyes and had all the images and sounds they rolled together in her head.

“Yunting...”

At this time, the subconscious voice of the trees, a little dull, with an unspeakable charm and repression, and a slightly unspeakable desire.

Yuntingben endured all the valley despair and tried to adjust his mood to ignore the red stripes in his arms.

But she had to seduce him.

Yunting lowered his head violently and found the lips of the trees with great accuracy. Gently rubbing until the endless, deeper the kiss.

The trees began to feel like a dream that drowned the population's tongue, but the fullness made her a little sober again.

Once awake, there was no more of those messy images, just the pitch-black house and his endless kisses.

The trees closed their eyes and immersed themselves in this moment.

Maybe he wants her at this point, and she won't push him away either.

Maybe, yeah?

She doesn't have an answer either.

The trees only know that Yunting's kiss is particularly gentle and especially deadly, like poison, making her look like a fish lacking water, completely unstoppable.

Ultimately, Yunting let go of the trees and took another cold bath.

The trees were also a little sleepless, and he had lit her up, and she had some unspeakable heat all over her body.

She was even a little afraid to fall asleep, and she was afraid to fall asleep and see those fatal seduction scenes again.

I've heard that Sakurajima is more open to pornography, and there are even so many so-called restrictive art films, and I don't know how the actresses appreciate their art films.

Trees are now experiencing her dreams, as if watching restrictive art films of herself and Yunting.

That feeling, the scratching person's heart itching, quite scared, unspeakable hollow, obviously scared, but especially want to experience it.

The trees didn't know how to sleep that night either, but when she woke up, she had a dark panda eye.