Major General’s Smart and Gorgeous Wife

The trees took a long time to take a bath, took off their clothes and adjusted the water temperature.

Warm water spills on your body like it sweeps away all tiredness.

The trees were washing comfortably and I heard the door squeak.

She seems, like, forgot to lock the door.

No, she's never used to locking doors. They're family. Why lock doors?

The habit of not locking doors is that the clouds come in, and they're not even wearing a pair of underwear.

When the trees were just stunned, they swept the clouds and saw his split body. It was full and big.

The trees' faces turned red and quickly covered their faces.

Yunting had walked in slippers and put them right behind her, sharing a shower. Allow warm water to flush on both people's hot skin at the same time.

“You, how did you get in here?” The trees are still a little awkward.

“Bath.” Yunting said the reason is strong, and the face doesn't change the color of the heart.

“Then wait till I'm done.” The woods are getting louder and louder, and there's still some mystery.

“Let's do it together, I can wipe your back. ”

“Oh.” The trees let the warm water spill on their hair and body, just a little less courageous to turn around.

In fact, the trees did not object to Yunting's intimacy. If she really refused, she would have screamed or rushed out when he came in.

She never left, just acquiesced.

With hot hands in the rough, the clouds were printed on the back of the trees, sliding slightly over them gently, leading to the body of the trees and unconscious tremors.

Feeling the tremors of the trees, the clouds turned the trees violently, staring dead at the trees' lost eyes in the mist of water.

Without waiting for the trees to open, Yunting lowered her head again and kissed her lips with enthusiasm.

The trees felt a little floating in their bodies, some soft, but it was nice to drag one hand on her head and the other hand swam around on her back.

Goddamn shock-like swimming makes a shameful sound overflow in the mouth of the trees.

The voice was quickly kissed again by the clouds.

And somewhere * * in his body, * on the trees * *, there was a sense of shame that no one could speak of.

“Little Wood, I love you. ”

Yunting suddenly opened his mouth and before the trees could look back from the sweetness of the sound, he had resolutely * * held her in his arms.

Perhaps afraid that the trees were cold, Yunting had turned off the water, grabbed a towel and wrapped the bodies of the two, * * but did not separate, but held the legs of the trees and let them hug him around his neck and walk out of the bathroom.

Wood didn't admit to cooperating with Yunting. She just didn't want to fall down and held him around his neck. He hugged her like this. If she let go, wouldn't she want to fall? She's not stupid.

The trees bite their teeth and bear not to let themselves cry out in shame.

Fortunately, this is a short journey, and it's only a few steps away.

The trees have been blank in his brain by his * * * * * *.

The trees didn't feel relieved until they stomped on the bed.

He was really just relieved, and his departure was just for a second.

I just found a towel for the trees and wiped their hair.

Without waiting for the trees to feel the pain of emptiness, Yunting has once again been possessed.

This time, he ignored it and wanted to talk to her about the waiting period in body language.