The Blackened Male God Always Wants To Set A Routine For Me

Her silence stifled Phoenix.

“Bishop, don't you? ”

Su Yan looked like he was sad. He reached out and patted his arm.

Think about it. Well, he's right.

He was his own man, although there was a little accident last night that led to this happening early.

But sooner or later there will be a day like this.

She was mute.

“Okay, I'll cover you later. ”

Speaking of which, there is a demonic bishop's style.

It's just... she's got a delicate little face, red on her face, and her eyes moisturize like a kiss when she can't help it.

There is no overwhelming taste of grace, but it is like a milky little cat.

Phoenix, listen.

“After the metaphor, he was willing to be a cow for the Church, begging that the Church should not abandon itself. ”

Su Yan, listen, close your eyes and nod your head.

Now he's her man.

So sleeping with him for a while shouldn't be a big deal.

Then, close to him, head against his chest.

“Well, sleep a little longer, last night was too hard. ”

Her voice was dull, her voice was dwindling and she fell asleep again.

Phoenix listened to her and thought of last night's intensity.

She leaned against herself as if she were a floating pin, and the fine, dense voice came into his ear with a delicate groan.

Just to think, his whole back was stuck.

Last night, His Holiness was indeed very laborious.

He wrapped the person around him, held him in his arms, touched her waist and limbs, placed them on the delicate skin and rubbed them gently.

Su Smoke sent a comfortable hum.

So close to him.

Before falling fully asleep, Su Yan thought, his own male spouse, very good, very competent.

Su Yan slept until he woke up this afternoon.

And the little metaphor lying next to her fell asleep, still awake.

Just as soon as she moves, the people next to her show signs of resurrection.

After a while, Xiaoxiao woke up.

He smiles like a spring breeze.

“Bishop. ”

Su Yan sat up and covered his stomach.

Didn't eat all day.

Hungry.

And she hasn't spoken yet, and Xiaoxiao got out of bed.

“The bishop is hungry? A metaphor tells a man to prepare a dish for the bishop. ”

Su Smoke nodded.

I watched him walk out with the cape by the bed.

Not long later, he walked back.

He sat beside the bed, one hand touching Su Smoke's waist, rubbing gently.

His voice was gentle.

“Bishop, is that better? ”

Su Smoke nodded, originally she was sitting in bed.

Then she rubbed her head against his shoulder.

After a while, she lay in the arms of a metaphor.

Then take it seriously.

“There's also pain on the left. ”

“Yes, Bishop."

Someone rubs their hand from the right side of the waist to the left.

Su Smoke closed his eyes comfortably, and the blanket on his body collapsed loose. The spring light was faint.

He has a nice, cool scent on him.

Su smoke feels comfortable when it smells.

Soon after, a delicious dish was served on the table.

When the maids packed up, the metaphor stopped.

Cover Su Smoke's blanket and see that she is sleepy again. She couldn't help but lower her voice. The sound is filled with gentleness that he didn't even realize.

“Do you want a small metaphor for the Bishop's meal? ”

“Okay."

She answered.

Phoenix has reached out and lifted up and walked to the chair.