The vixen's journey through time

"You still know how to come back! I thought you..."

"Shh..."

Jiang Shan tiptoed to the door of the room, still thinking about how to call the door without being scolded by his wife or waking up Chacha who was already sleeping on the third floor.

He hesitated, why not just go to the study and stay up for a few hours, waiting for dawn?

But no, he drove back just because he missed Ah Yue. Otherwise, he would have stayed at work all night, so why bother?

When Jiang Shan hesitated, the door opened uninvited.

Inside, Yang Yue was wearing silk pajamas, with her waterfall-like hair hanging casually behind her back, looking lazy and noble.

However, her expression didn't look very good. She probably didn't sleep well. Her eyes were black and blue, and her lips were no longer as bright as before.

Jiang Shan felt extremely distressed when he saw her. He didn't have any scruples from before, so he rushed forward and hugged the princess.

"Ah!..." Yang Yue exclaimed, remembering that it was four o'clock in the morning, and hurriedly controlled the volume.

"What are you doing? Scared me..."

Yang Yue punched Jiang Shan's hard chest with her pink fist, but she was afraid of hurting the man, so she only moved lightly.

When the man saw her acting awkwardly, he felt happy.

Look! Ah Yue loves him so much! I feel sorry for him!

Jiang Shan fully felt his wife's love, and seeing his daughter-in-law dressed so coolly, private, intimate, sexual, and emotional, he was moved with emotion.

A man is most energetic in the morning, not to mention that he has no resistance to A Yue.

His body followed his heart, and soon he had a reaction.

Yang Yue could easily feel through the thin fabric that a stick was threatening her waist.

They were immediately annoyed and embarrassed, and since the two of them had returned to their private territory - the bedroom, they couldn't control themselves. First, they punched Jiang Shan so hard that his fists turned red.

Of course, her pretty face turned redder.

Yang Yue twisted her body and struggled to get down.

"Hiss... Ah Yue, don't move, don't move! Be careful I can't control it..." Jiang Shan took a sharp breath.

Such a sweet critical hit! He almost made a fool of himself on the spot.

Fortunately, he worked all day during the day, worked overtime until after three o'clock at night, and drove for more than half an hour, so he was a little tired, otherwise...

Otherwise, he will explode and let Ah Yue have a taste of his power.

"you……"

Yang Yue really didn't dare to act rashly anymore, because she discovered that the stick and stick could transform like Sun Wukong's golden cudgel in "Journey to the West".

At this moment, it was getting bigger and bigger, and it even naughtily explored the bottom of her skirt, as if it was looking for a fairy cave or mansion.

"You, don't mess around! I, I'm not clean yet!" Yang Yue was so nervous! Yang Yue is afraid!

She is the one who knows Jiang Shan best, and she is truly worthy of his name "Jiang Shan".

What is a mountain? It is a mountain that can hold her down at the bottom of the mountain and "bully" her arbitrarily. No matter how she begs for mercy, no matter how hard she tries to please, she cannot escape.

So what is "ginger"? oh! God, she burst into tears when she talked about this. That old ginger! It was so hot that she was red and swollen, and she could stretch out on the bed for a whole day, so he had to be kind enough to let her go, otherwise, she would be able to stretch out on the bed for four or five days.

Thinking about it, Yang Yue felt scared for a while. She was worried that the man was not too weak. The man is so capable and powerful that she is even more worried!

Jiang Shan didn't know that his terrifying ability had frightened his wife. He only knew that he couldn't control himself every time he was with A Yue.

I want to make her cry, I want to hear her scream, I want to see her blush, I want her whole body to be excited for him.

He was also particularly proud of his own strength. He felt that even when he was seventy or eighty, he could still hear A Yue crying crazily for him.

Now, holding Xinxiang's wife in his arms, he was...a little bit excited.