Fu Shao's little wife is a prophet

"Fu, Fu Han, get out...get out, haha...don't, don't make trouble..." Wen Qingyue was so full of tears that she was about to come out, she struggled to free her feet, but she couldn't hold back her strength from laughing.

She was out of breath and rushed towards him. Fu Han was caught off guard, and the moment she threw him down, he wrapped his arms around her waist and fell to the ground together.

"Bastard!" Wen Qingyue yelled angrily, pressed on him, stretched out her hand to beat him, but didn't use any force, more like a lover's fight, "You will bully me, do you like scratching so much—"

She was so angry that she scratched his armpit, the itch caused Fu Han's facial muscles to move, and he avoided her with a smile.

During the fight, Wen Qingyue was turned over by Fu Han and pressed to the ground, her eyes met, she suddenly fell silent, only her clear heartbeat and somewhat rapid breathing could be heard.

Fu Han's eyes gradually landed on her slightly parted lips, and then moved down. The suspender dress she was wearing, because of the playfulness, the shoulder straps slipped off, and half of them were happy.

Fu Han's mouth suddenly became dry.

The temperature in the room suddenly rose, and the distance between the two was getting closer.

Fu Han held Wen Qingyue's face in his hands, and when the skin touched, she trembled unexpectedly, but she didn't avoid it. Fu Han's eyes seemed to be magnetic, sticking to her, making her unable to move away at all.

Lips covered with coolness, but not overbearing before, gentle and compassionate, and not in a hurry to pry her teeth open.

Wen Qingyue closed her eyes involuntarily, and the hand hanging by her side couldn't hold back after all, hooking his neck to respond.

Her response instantly ignited Fu Han's passion, and the kiss became deeper and deeper.

The relationship between a man and a woman has always been a matter of course, and the previous quarrel became the catalyst. Fu Han was extremely difficult tonight. When he was emotional, he turned her over, faced her, and talked to her in a voice that could make people feel pregnant. Talking about love.

"Yueyue, I love you."

It was already one or two o'clock in the morning when it ended, Wen Qingyue didn't want to move her tired fingers, but her body was sticky and uncomfortable.

She was a little irritable, Fu Han had already come out of the bathroom, picked her up, and walked to the bathroom.

Hot water was placed in the bathtub, and the skin touched the warm water, washing away the tiredness. Wen Qingyue lay down in the bathtub and closed her eyes to rest.

The sound of Fu Han's shower was next to his ears, it was hypnotic, his brain gradually emptied, and he fell asleep unconsciously.

She woke up in a daze when Fu Han picked her up from the bathtub and wiped her, and asked hoarsely, "What are you doing?"

She is not awake yet, and her voice has the faintness of just waking up, which makes people feel relieved when they hear it, and they fall in love all the time.

Fu Han's Adam's apple rolled, and he said in a hoarse voice, "Soaking for too long is not good for your health, dry off and go back to bed."

Her toes touched the ground, and her calf became weak as soon as she stood firmly. Fortunately, Fu Han kept supporting her, so that she avoided falling to the ground.

"Close your eyes!" Wen Qingyue ordered domineeringly, and at the same time pulled away the towel from his hand, Fu Han's mouth curled slightly, and he closed his eyes obediently.

Wen Qingyue held his hand and looked back at the shelf, but there were no clothes of hers, and asked, "Where are my bathrobe and small coat?"

Fu Han opened his eyes and looked at her, "I forgot to take it."

"Who told you to open it, close it!" Wen Qingyue's face was rosy, and she didn't know whether it was the steam in the bathroom, or the shame and anger.

Fu Han looked at her helplessly, and explained in a gentle and loving tone, "How can I carry you out if I don't open my eyes?"

Wen Qingyue choked, and was silent for two seconds and said: "Then you are not allowed...Look down at me."

Obviously they have done all the more intimate things, but she still feels uncomfortable and shy when they face each other frankly.

Knowing what she was thinking, Fu Han bent his lips and said, "Okay."

He bent down and picked her up by the waist, touching her skin, the slight friction made her scald hot.

Wen Qingyue froze all over, and the hand around his neck was stiff.

Why did she wake up?

In just a short distance, Wen Qingyue could clearly feel his heart beating faster and faster, his body was burning hot, and the danger signal made her feel alarmed.

As soon as she touched the bed, she quickly rolled over, pulled the quilt to cover herself, glanced at his waist and abdomen quickly, and looked away with a red face, secretly slandering.

Doesn't he know he's tired?

There was another reaction.

Fu Han was very calm, looking at her with burning eyes, "It's normal for me to react when we had such a close contact just now, this proves that I can do it."

I know you're good, no need to stress.

Wen Qingyue's eyelashes trembled slightly, and she said in a muffled voice, "Help me take off my clothes."

She was hiding under the quilt at the moment, clutching the quilt with both hands, and looked at him with big watery eyes, with a blush that hadn't dissipated at the end of her eyes, like a frightened rabbit.

Fu Han slipped his Adam's apple, took a deep look at her, turned around and walked to the cabinet where they kept small clothes, opened the drawer, and saw all kinds of small clothes.

Strawberry, kitten, lace strap...

Pink straps, he hadn't seen them before.

Fu Han's eyes were dark, his Adam's apple rolled with difficulty, and he accidentally took a pink lace nightgown from the closet, and a silk suspender nightdress.

Wen Qingyue urged: "Are you ready?"

Fu Han came over with the clothes, and threw the small clothes wrapped in the nightgown to her. Wen Qingyue, ignorant, stretched out a white lotus-like hand, picked up the nightgown on the quilt, looked at him and said: "You Turn around."

The moment the voice fell, something fell from her hand along with it.

The eyes of both of them fell on the pink object, a pair of pink, lace, and strappy shorts.

Wen Qingyue:! ! !

The atmosphere was silent and awkward, she blinked dully, and it took a while to look up at the man beside the bed, "You..."

So he struggled for so long, did he really choose this thing?

He likes this?

Fu Han did not speak, but looked at her frankly and honestly.That look clearly told her that he liked it.

He wants to see.

Wen Qingyue could feel the heat rushing up her face, she picked up the panties shamefully and angrily, pulled the quilt over, hid under the quilt and put on a nightgown, and decided to put on a nightgown to change into a new one.

Fu Han's purpose is too obvious, if he really puts it on, he might have to...

On the spacious bed, the quilt was arched into a small ball by her. With her movements, the quilt moved back and forth.

She took it in.

Fu Han's mind was full of uncontrollable thoughts.

The next second, the quilt was lifted, and Wen Qingyue ignored his fiery gaze and got off the bed with one hand behind her back.

"What's hiding behind your back?" Fu Han saw what she was going to do, and asked knowingly.

Wen Qingyue ignored him, but he stretched out his long arms, pulled her to his side, hugged her, and his eyes easily fell on her hand hidden behind her back.

What she held in a ball was the one he picked.

She didn't wear it, she was in neutral...

Fu Han's breathing became disordered, especially at this moment when he was in close contact with her. The scent of her body after bathing penetrated into her nostrils, teasing her.

Wen Qingyue felt the changes in his body, and said anxiously, "Let me go!"

Fu Han didn't let go, he lowered his head and whispered in her ear, "What should I do, I want you again."

Wen Qingyue: "..."

"I don't want to!" Wen Qingyue pushed him away, thinking he was just making a fuss, but in the next moment, he was pulled back into his arms and fell on the bed together.

"Fu Han!"

"Yes." The man responded to her, grabbed her wrist, took away the things in her hand, looked at her and said, "I haven't seen you wear it..."