she caused the gods to fall

In Mengxia in May, there is no wind at night, the moonlight is shining, the tree shadows are swaying with the wind, and there is a trace of coolness in the sultry heat.

Jingyuan Villa was decorated in a festive way, the bedrooms were even more festive, the red quilt was covered with peanuts, longan and the like.

Even Chubby was wearing a red dress.

When she got out of the car, Shen Daiyi was still wearing her wedding dress, and Song Qingyan hugged her horizontally.

"I can go by myself."

"Aren't you tired?"

The golden panties on Shen Daiyi's head collided with each other, making a crisp sound.

Her peach blossom eyes sparkled, "It's a little bit, but it's okay, I thought it would take a while for you to leave, but I didn't expect it to be so soon."

"On the wedding night, it is natural that there is no delay."

Shen Daiyi's Bai Shengsheng's ears turned red.

She smelled the alcohol on Song Qingyan's body, with his light woody fragrance, and she smelled like she was about to get drunk.

Chen Li followed behind, picking up the woman's too long red skirt.

When they entered, he stopped at the door: "Congratulations to Mr. Song, my wife is newly married. I wish you a happy marriage for a hundred years, and you will be united forever. You will have a baby early. There is nothing else. I will go back first."

"Go back."

Chen Li quickly drove away.

In the living room, Pang Dun came to welcome him.

The aunt is also there: "Sir and wife are back, congratulations on your happy wedding, sir and wife, I will prepare a glass of wine for you."

Song Qingyan carried her upstairs, and Shen Daiyi sat on the bed.

Soon, the aunt brought a cup of wine.

After drinking the cup of wine, Shen Daiyi's throat was filled with the smell of sweet wine.

"So sweet."

"sweet?"

"Well, isn't yours sweet?"

"No, I'll try."

how to tasteShe's done drinking?

Soon, the cup of wine fell to the ground with a bang.

Song Qingyan supported the woman's waist with his hands, and his thin lips fell.

The candlelight was flickering, her lustrous eyes were reddened by the end of her eyes, sparkling with the color of water.

Song Qingyan's eyes were hot: "Mrs. Song's wine is really sweet."

Shen Daiyi opened her mouth slightly: "I haven't been washed yet."

"Okay, do you need to undress Mrs. Song?"

"Um……"

Shen Daiyi was about to be burned by the temperature in his eyes.

The red wedding dress was peeled off one by one, and the heavy and gorgeous headdress and hairpin were taken off.

Shen Daiyi's heart was beating fast, and the color of her obsession with red made her skin like snow. Song Qingyan's fingers brushed her earlobe, causing a shiver.

Shen Daiyi felt weak all over, and nodded.

Soon, she was carried to the bathroom.

After the makeup is removed, the water in the bathtub is ready.

Shen Daiyi: "Go out, I'll wash it myself."

Song Qingyan lifted her chin and kissed the tear mole at the end of her eye again: "Don't soak for too long."

"understood."

The wine Shen Daiyi drank was not high in alcohol, and she was not intoxicated except that she was a little weak all over.

Putting essential oil into the water, Shen Daiyi took off the last underwear on her body, felt the temperature of the water with her toes, and sat in slowly.

She didn't soak for long, and after the massage, the fatigue on her body instantly eased a lot.

Then I washed my hair again, put on a cinnabar red chiffon nightdress with suspenders, and a robe over it, and finished washing.

Song Qingyan went to take a shower in the bathroom next door, not in the bedroom.

On the bedside, there are two boxes of condoms.

There are three in a small box.

Shen Daiyi suddenly remembered that Song Qingyan said that the box of condoms would be used up within three months.

A box of five, how many boxes are there in a box?

Shen Daiyi estimated that there were at least ninety boxes in that box, five in a box, and a total of 450 boxes. Calculated on the basis of ninety days in a month, at least one box would be used a day.

With such a calculation, Shen Daiyi was a little dizzy.

No, there are seven days in a month that I can't have sex.

Shen Daiyi didn't dare to think about it anymore.

Song Qingyan took out two boxes at once tonight. Could it be that he can't use them up tonight?

How could it be used in one night... over...

Song Qingyan came in from the outside at some point, wearing a cinnabar red nightgown just like her.

The man was wearing a cinnabar red nightgown, and his black hair was still dripping with water, following the lines of his muscles and sinking into his chest.

Elegant, elegant, loose and loose nightgown, he looks lazy and sexy.

There was a joke in his voice: "Is it over, Mrs. Song?"

Shen Daiyi suddenly came back to her senses: "We can't use up that much in three months..."

"When does Mrs. Song think it's more appropriate to use it up?"

"Half..." Shen Daiyi changed her words again, "One year."

"One year?" Song Qingyan seemed to be smiling, and lifted the woman's hair that was hanging down her chest, "Mrs. Song's calculation may be in vain, but I promise you that you will use it more slowly."

Shen Daiyi's delicate body fell into the soft big bed.

Thin red suspenders rolled down from the shoulders.

The thin red nightdress cannot cover the exquisite and graceful curves.

The slender and cold fingers are more presumptuous than ever before, as if they are depicting some high-quality treasures, every beauty is appreciated carefully, and they will not let it go.

In the whole room, only the red candles around were burning.

Song Qingyan kissed her snowy shoulders with thin lips, his voice was hoarse, and his neck was stained with a thin layer of sweat: "Mrs. Song, are you ready?"

Shen Daiyi opened her beautiful peach blossom eyes and boldly kissed his Adam's apple.

Her sultry voice is like a warbler's cry: "Hmm~"

He took her hand and dropped it on his knotted belt...

And he picked up the small square box next to the bed.

He slowly tore open the outer packing bag.

The more elegant his movements are, in Shen Daiyi's eyes, the more he looks like he is ready to go, which makes people tremble.

In the middle of the night, Shen Daiyi changed into a new nightgown and sat by the bed to drink water.

The woman's breath is a little more charming.

On the snowy skin, there are finger marks left by the man's beautiful jade finger,

After Shen Daiyi drank the water, her red lips were moistened, and she finally felt more comfortable.

She inadvertently glanced at the square box on the penetrating body, the mouth was open, and there were originally five things in it, but now only...

two.

Shen Daiyi hurriedly looked away.

She took out her phone.

In WeChat, there are many blessings.

Soon, attention shifted.

Song Qingyan went downstairs to get her something to eat.

She is hungry.

Soon, the man cooked the noodles and came up to carry her downstairs.

The moonlight was cold, Shen Daiyi ate and drank enough, went back to bed and lay down again.

After she lay down, she wanted to sleep, but in fact, she thought too much.

Song Qingyan fed her enough to make it easier for her to have the strength to fight again.

In the long night, the candle is not extinguished, and the lingering love is endless.

……

The next day, when Shen Daiyi woke up, it was already afternoon.

Shen Daiyi woke up, but she still wanted to sleep, with half of her face buried in the pillow, drowsy.

Song Qingyan was already wearing a T-shirt and trousers, looking at her who was about to stay in bed.

It looked like he wasn't the one who was obscene last night.

It was all the illusion of Shen Daiyi alone.

Fortunately, Shen Daiyi's record is the evidence of his madness last night.

Song Qingyan opened his lips: "How long will Mrs. Song sleep?"

Shen Daiyi didn't lift her eyelids: "Don't disturb me."

His voice was still hoarse.

Song Qingyan tucked the quilt for her, intending to let her sleep for another hour.

After falling asleep, he forcibly dug Shen Daiyi out of the bed, "Mrs. Song, go back to sleep. You're going to be late for the open class at Fuda in the afternoon."