Sweet wife strikes: President, you are on top

The morning sun shines through the window made of colored glass, reflecting on the delicate and white skin of the woman, exuding a luster that makes people bewildered and nostalgic, dazzled Gu Shijun's eyes.

He raised his eyebrows and smiled slightly, stretched out his hand to caress Tang Tian's face, squeezed it, it felt so good, remembering that he went to bed without taking a shower last night, but today he was naked, it must be her doing it Good thing.

He couldn't help kissing the delicate lips that were thinking about falling asleep last night, bit them lightly, and then licked them carefully, grinding them tenderly, bringing her the beauty of this morning.

Their first meeting, all kinds of misunderstandings and ups and downs between them, and their subsequent love are all like those in a drama. His love is not staged. The love between them is real and real. Hot, full of dreamy and fiery colors.

This is a thick and colorful stroke in their lives, a long stroke, which will be drawn and performed continuously, until the end of their life, it will not be considered complete.

He breathed harder as he kissed, just like his feelings for her, which looked light but actually heavy, sometimes even he couldn't control himself, once he attacked, he was out of control, crazy and affectionate, full of ambiguity and infinity emotion.

Tang Tian woke up tormented, seeing the person who loved her so much, she didn't know whether to laugh or cry, why couldn't he let her go, she felt that they couldn't be separated no matter what .

The love between them can't be counted if you count them carefully. You have to take it slowly, quietly, and sweetly count your whole life.

The thick and hot kiss fell on the white skin like jade, igniting every strand of wandering thoughts in the air, and the crackling sound cheerfully played the movement of love, ups and downs, shallow or heavy breathing, like Like a breeze, the fire was blown more and more vigorously, and it burned violently.

Love and joy, intertwined, full of infinite love and emotion, in this quiet and beautiful morning, exudes the unique sweetness and madness of love.

Song Yu frowned, opened his clear and bright eyes, with the haze and sincerity unique to the early morning, looked at the "little deer" nestled in his arms again, he couldn't help smiling, and shaved gently. He lowered her nose and watched her lightly sniff his breath.

He was a little surprised at first, why did she get into his arms again?Presumably, he forgot to introduce her to Gu Shijun last night, and she came in because he was drunk and left alone.

Seeing that he was holding her hand, he almost understood it. He should be the one who held her to prevent her from leaving last night, but he didn't expect her to slip into his arms. It's really interesting. It seems She was already slowly accepting him.

Looking at their current state, it means that he had good wine last night and didn't do anything, but he felt a little reconciled. With such a beautiful woman in his arms, he didn't do anything. He didn't do anything even when he was drunk Do, alas~ He felt that he was really drunk.

Smelling the unique sweetness emanating from her body, revealing a peaceful and warm atmosphere, made this morning beautiful.

He didn't know if she would be the same as the last time when she woke up this time, he only knew that his state of mind seemed to be different, and as for how big the difference was, he couldn't tell for a while.

Then take your time, he and her, don't worry, he has to seriously experience the taste of love, for a girl like her, don't be in a hurry, take your time, that's the best attitude and the most respect for her look.

Is this what love feels like?
Heh, maybe, he has encountered many so-called loves since he was a child, but he has never made him feel at ease at this moment, and made him have such a strong feeling of wanting to protect her.

Maybe she's not weak, maybe she can protect herself, but which girl doesn't want someone to love her?Every girl should be the beloved little princess in this world.

She laughs wantonly and plays happily, which is what you like and want to see the most, but your behavior seems to be telling you that you don't want to make her happy.

How can you let her wantonly be happy if you don't favor or love her.

Maybe most people don't understand, but he understands, he deeply understands this truth, he didn't understand it before, before he met her, he didn't understand it.

At that time, like most people, he would only like girls who were full of joy. He was also like most people about this kind of melancholy temperament, but he felt strange, didn't understand, and maybe a little Come on, I haven't been close.

Now, I have a different experience. This kind of girls are actually very simple, so simple that if you coax them casually, they will smile, and their joy is secret.

They will blush easily and make you feel provocative, but you also want to protect her. Maybe making this kind of girl happy will give you a sense of accomplishment.

Petting this kind of girl, you will feel that she only smiles at you alone, and is cold and alienated to others, but in front of you, she can be sweet to the bone.

The more a person lacks love, the more unloved, this saying is true, and it has been confirmed a lot, because as long as everyone sees one who is popular, they may flock to like her, and those who are left out in the corner The people in the house will always be left out in the corner in the cold, and the possibility of them being loved is very small.

Maybe some people in the corner will enjoy themselves, enjoying their own quietness and happiness, saying that he (she) does not need anyone, but he (she) will always feel lonely one day, there will be When I was at a loss, at that time, if someone appeared, she (he) would feel that it was such a good feeling to be accompanied by someone.

There is no one who does not want to be loved by others. The reason why they are like that is just pretending. It is just a kind of self-comfort, deceiving others and deceiving themselves. ), she (he) can't help it either.

Song Yu was rejoicing for her own understanding and specialness, but her eyes, which were closed before her eyes, slowly opened, revealing confusion, joy, and panic, and she wanted to escape again.

He won't let her run away casually this time, he is an adult now, where did all the pretentious waiting come from, he has no time, and he doesn't want to make a fuss anymore.

Yan Qingqiu was exactly as Song Yu thought, his small body retreated abruptly, just as he was about to escape quickly, he was pulled into his arms, and he pressed against each other tightly and affectionately, sniffing the burst of wind from her hair. A burst of fragrance.

"What? Want to run again?" Song Yu leaned closer to Yan Qingqiu, looking at the blushing face and delicate lips trembling nervously, his small body trembled a little.

She, is she afraid?
Yan Qingqiu was made uncomfortable by Song Yu's sudden closeness, but she couldn't get away. She was a little flustered and helpless, and also a little scared. This seemed to be her psychological reaction, and it seemed to be her physical reaction. Anyway, no matter what, she was Fear.

"I, no, I don't want to run, why are you hugging me?"

She timidly asked this sentence, her misty eyes were covered with a thin layer of mist, showing a trace of panic and nervousness, she had never encountered such a situation before.

Song Yu felt distressed, and showed a smirk, "Then why did you get into my arms? You are throwing yourself into my arms, I have to do something to show it? Say it, right?"

Yan Qingqiu became even more nervous, his words trembling, "I, I didn't do it on purpose last night, don't, don't misunderstand."

Song Yu raised his eyebrows and hugged her even tighter, "Then what if I misunderstood? You, don't you like me? Huh?"

Yan Qingqiu felt his little heart was in his throat, as if it was about to jump out, his cheeks flushed suddenly, "I, I..."

Song Yu chuckled, "Don't like me, I have someone I like, and my girlfriend will be angry if she finds out, but if you like me, I can make it up to you, why not just now, Let me make a sweet memory for you."

As she said that, she wanted to kiss Shang Yan Qingqiu's lips.

When Yan Qingqiu was flustered, his eyes turned cold for a moment, he pushed Song Yu hard, and looked at him coldly, "I don't like you, I don't like you, how can you be such a bastard, how can you be so stupid?" The person I like, has a girlfriend, and is still here like this, I think I misread you."

Song Yu patted his head, this matter got bigger, he originally wanted to control the fire, but he overplayed it, really.

No matter how much Yan Qingqiu pushed and slapped, she couldn't break free from his restraint. She was so cold that she almost wanted to cry.

"What are you doing, let me go, why are you so Tao Wan, you already have someone you like, we are just friends. Okay, I admit that I like you, but..."

Song Yu scratched Yan Qingqiu's nose and chuckled, "Okay, just admit it, I like you too, my Song Yu's girlfriend is you Yan Qingqiu."

Yan Qingqiu looked up at Song Yu, saw his extremely clear and sincere eyes seemed to be shining, and saw his lips that kept approaching, as if with seductive magic, deeply attracted her.

Her confinement lips were finally pried open by the dexterous warmth, invading wantonly, gentle and delicate, with deep affection and infinite nostalgia, she was flustered, but was slowly kissed by this kiss full of infinite tenderness Soothed down, enjoying this never-before-sweet sweetness.

Song Yu felt that she finally calmed down, and felt a burst of joy in her heart. She had truly accepted him. Whether it was from psychological communication or physical touch, she recognized him. He was finally at ease. I breathed a sigh of relief.

He doesn't intend to take her now, he knows that if he wants, she will, but he doesn't want, doesn't want to settle her first time in such a hasty way, between them, there is not only love, but also life , He wants to give her a lifetime of happiness.