The Lady’s Sickly Husband

I heard that Ning Shaoqing's body is nothing, and she is sincerely happy. The good comfort says that it is more than a few days to raise a year, and I have been returned by the Milous Snow.

Waiting for Milous Snow from the prime house, Ning Shaoqing is obliquely on the bed.

The mouth is laughing, the thick brunette is low, Tibetan robe, the blue belt, is lined with the colorful bedding, there is a different beauty.

As if he is cold and alienated, all overnight, all removed.

Milous Snow can see it!

Ning Shaoqing saw her coming in, closing books, sitting down bed, elegant and walking, smiling, "You are back. New book, very good!"

When I talked about the book, Milous Snow reminded the pot of good tea, I remembered the broken tea set ...

I want to help him lying down, I have returned it, and I remembered the monk, but also burned in anger, and turned to go out.

Yesterday, he woke up and woke up with him. However, don't think she didn't mention, he could not happen? Since you have to live together, you can't consider him.

Ning Shaoqing saw the color of Milous Snow, suddenly turned around, and he was in a hurry.

This woman is really good to treat him. When he woke up, I confirmed this awareness. At that time, I wanted to yell. The scar of the chest was tired, and I also infiltrated in this warmth, slowly healed ...

Over the past, the left and right swings did not accept, the fragile contradiction made him not dare to figure out the woman in front of him. Now that since the heart is coming, it is really a heart to her.

Ning Shaoqing hugged from behind and hugged and went to the strange snow. I said that I didn't say that I didn't say export yesterday!

Milous Snow was thin, but the thirty chest is lifted, and the three words came in the ear, and she was shocked by her.

This is a cold and lonely, handsome man, will it be sorry?

For a long time, Mo Qianxue responded. Ning Shaoqing's figure is the kind of dressing is thin, and it is really a typical style, and the warmth of the embrace will make the Milous snow face.

That day, she has already gone, and she is lying in the gun.

This dead square, she will pick up her, sooner or later!

However, today she can't be so easy, forgive him, think of this, Mo Qian Xue, a small face, "Sorry? Sorry, Mr. Ning will do something wrong?"

After that, she went to pull his palm and tried to break away from the warm embrace.

Ning Shaoqing never had a woman, seeing Milous Snow, and a little excitement is somewhat excitement, and some hands are helpless.

But he didn't let go, but hit the Milous Snow, I tried to pull the little hand of her finger, and then put her hands and more powerful to hold the waist.

He is afraid, he letters, she really will never pay attention to him.

"That ... that you listen to me?" The two postures are a bit embarrassed, but he is not going to let go, today he wants to unclear.

Milous snow shake like a splash drum, "I don't want to listen ... You let me ..." I thought that she was so easy to surrender, that kind of man, really hurt her.

"If you don't listen, I will not put it." Ning Shaoqing usually looks warm, in fact, the internal life is a sexual child. Although he didn't know how to whisper, but he kept in a Milous Snow.

The two have been stalemating, and the Milous Snow is so struggling for a long time, but I don't dare to move again. Because she found her waist, it seems that there is a different amount, the small face is shame, he actually ...

Although she is an old woman, I have seen pigs when I haven't eaten pork. The man's normal reaction she still knows.

When you have a hot flow, you have a heat.

Well! The size seems to be very good! However, but yourself, this little body is still small, ah!

"Snow, you listen to me, I just ..." Milous YY YY was called back from the gentle light words, although it was red, but his thoughts came back.

"What do you say? Cough ... You took me some breathless." The room, although it is still asked, but the tone becomes shy.

I heard the words, Ning Shao Qing coughed, and the hugged hand was loose, but did not let go, just let her have some breathing space.

The gas is gently exhaled in the ear, wearing the neck and wear, Ma Ma crispy, and suddenly let Milous Snow are soas that it is difficult, and it is a lot of soft, some are not firm.

After all, he is not intentional, when people are fascinating, and that sentence is not against her ...

"..." Thinking here, Zhangkou wanted to say the words, and swallowed back.

Ning Shaoqing felt that the woman in the arms did not speak, but there was softened signs. So, in her ear, she explained the thing that day, and repeated emphasized that she didn't touch the peach, even the palm was also empty.

The two hug this, a talking, a proud, a modest ...

Sure enough, that little man! Milous Snow thinks about how to tear the monk, the tear and lightning around me, let her feel like water.

"Snow, I am sorry!"

For example, the four words of the dream, if a constant warmth, instantly drilling her heartfield to nourish the past injury.

This cold, awkward man can put down the body, saying that this is sorry, and then a series of explanations, it is enough. The murder is just a head, let alone, this sound is sorry, but not only apologizes, but also more sentiment ...

The feelings have to be run slowly, and they can't be too much.

"In the future, I promise that I will never hurt your heart ..."

The ear is not only a soft saying, hesitated for a moment, Milous Snow turned around, her hand slowly on his waist.

Near the winter, the air is cool, but Ning Shaoqing feels that the body is dry and hot, he wants to further, but he can't, he can't hurt the woman in his arms.

Poisonous one day, he can't be round house a day.

I will reluctively cough, I am reluctant to let go of the people, holding her hand, sitting together in the bed.

Deep Tan-like eye wave, fixed look at Milous Snow, the moment of condensing, and caught the hair of the fall for her.

He opened his father's first time and talked his past ...

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