Erosion Bone Pet Marriage: Good morning, my wife

Before Gu Nanshu could react, his legs lightened, and his half-squatting body was easily lifted up by a pair of big palms.

Her eyes were red, and she vaguely saw the different brilliance in the man's eyes, "How do you measure without a tape measure?! Also, if you want to measure, you can measure. You... why are you taking off your clothes?!"

"Those designers in Savile Row, can't measure without a tape measure? Can't make clothes?"

The woman's hands were struggling, but Lu Jingchen grabbed them, and then rubbed them repeatedly, bringing them to his strong waist, "Mrs. Lu, your works have also amazed Savile Row. I believe in your ability, so ..."

He paused, and walked around his waist with her slender hands: "I took off my clothes, and I'll measure it with my bare hands. Isn't it good?"

Gu Nanshu's fingertips were itchy, and he hurriedly pulled his hand back: "Go down and buy a tape measure!"

"No, I'm tired. After shopping for a day, my right leg hurts a little. The doctor said, I can't walk more."

Lu Jingchen held on to her hand, his upper body was obviously stripped off, his handsome face was still calm and calm, as if he really just wanted her to make him a dress.

Gu Nanshu gritted his teeth, and continued to pull back his hand vigorously: "I can go by myself! You don't need to go downstairs!"

"No. It's too late. I'm worried about Mrs. Lu going out alone." Lu Jingchen clenched her fingers even tighter.

Gu Nanshu frowned, and asked tentatively, "Then wait until tomorrow?"

Lu Jingchen glanced at her lightly: "Can't wait—"

"A suit, it's impossible to make a suit in one night. Besides, you know, my eyes are still recovering, so I can't stay up late..." The feeling between the fingers became more and more strange, and Gu Nanshu was upset Get confused.

Lu Jingchen suddenly let go of her hand, deliberately turned his body away, and his voice sank several tunes: "Mrs. Lu doesn't want to help me make clothes at all, so she pushes so hard?"

"You are so active in making clothes for other men, but why are you so reluctant to help your husband make clothes?"

As he spoke, he bent down to pick up the shirt on the bed, intending to put it on again: "Probably in your heart, I'm still not as good as your 'stunningly talented' first love!"

Gu Nanshu's heart seemed to be stabbed by something inexplicably, and he was flustered. He took a step forward, grabbed his big palm, and tore the shirt away from his hand, and then quickly wrapped his arms around it. He hugged his waist, pressed his side face tightly against his hot and hard back, "It's nothing, I'll measure it for you, I'll measure it for you now—"

As she spoke, she raised her fingers, starting from the man's belly button, and probed out inch by inch, then went up, then...down...

Lu Jingchen's face was tense, but the hidden smile in the depths of his chestnut pupils could no longer be concealed.

……

About an hour later, the master bedroom of Sioux City No. [-].

Gu Nanshu was exhausted from the torment, and he no longer had the strength to straighten his legs, so he could only lie on Lu Jingchen's chest limply, drawing circles with his fingertips on his shoulders, and counting mutteringly: "Ten Twelve……"

There was a glint of light in the dark eyes, and Lu Jingchen frowned sideways, looking at the woman in his arms who didn't care at all: "You helped Fu Shengyuan make clothes, and did you measure them like this?"