Master Quan, come on, my little wife is excited!

Cui Sanning's eyes suddenly widened in disbelief: "Are you talking about me?"

Quan Yu leaned over and knelt on the bed, closing the distance between the two.

Breathing closely to her: "People also need to be moral in bed."

"You only care about your own happiness?"

Cui Sanning's ears and cheeks turned red. She wanted to say she didn't, but she seemed a little pale.

Quan Yu's eyes moved down and fell on her slightly opening and closing mouth. Cui Sanning noticed that he was getting closer, and his hand on the quilt subconsciously tightened his grip and pulled out the wrinkles.

The next second, his arms were empty, the quilt in his arms was torn away, and the lips that were close at hand left.

Cui Sanning watched helplessly as he threw the quilt on the sofa next to him, then looked back at her and said, "It's unnecessary."

Seeing him walking towards her, Cui Sanning changed from sitting to kneeling on the bed. When she wanted to get up, the man was already pressing over her. He put a hand on her waist and let her fall back on the bed.

The warm lips first landed on the forehead, then slowly moved down to the eyes, the tip of the nose, and finally to the mouth.

Cui Sanning put his hands on his legs, curling his fingers, neither hiding nor responding.

Only her slight, rapid breathing betrayed her nervousness.

The hand on the waist that was originally separated by the clothes slowly slid down, then closed it, lifted it, and stretched it in.

The calloused fingertips touched the tender skin, where no one else had ever visited except him.

With his already sensitive place and his nervous mood, Cui Sanning softened his waist and raised his hand to put his shoulder.

She called him tremblingly: "Third Uncle."

The hand in the clothes was holding her back, and the other hand was holding the back of her head.

The lips were pecked again and again patiently and restrainedly.

However, he leaned forward and laid the person down on the bed, with his long ink-like hair spread on the snow-white quilt behind him.

The person who had been kissing her finally stood up slightly and pulled some distance away.

Quan Yu hung above her, looking at her face and gently trembling eyelashes. The hand that was close to the skin moved from the back to the front, making Cui Sanning subconsciously reach out and hold it down.

Quan Yu said in a hoarse voice: "Sang Sang, people also have to be moral in bed."

"You can't always only think about yourself."

"If a gentleman wants to sleep in my bed, he has to pay some interest."

Seeing that she didn't answer, the hand under her pajamas moved: "Really?"

Cui Sanning didn't dare to make trouble now. He could only agree to whatever he said.

Nodding one after another: "Here, here, Third Uncle, I was wrong."

Quan Yu's eyes were full of smiles. What was wrong with her? He had calculated that she would come over.

Quan Yu leaned over and kissed her ear, then took the time to ask: "How to give it?"

The itch made Cui Sanning couldn't help but turn his head. The slender shoulders and neck lines were exposed in his field of vision, and the V-neck pajamas only added vulnerability and sexiness.

Wet and hot lips fell on the neck, kissing and biting. Cui Sanning wanted to hide but couldn't.

But he still said intermittently: "That's not possible."

Quan Yu deliberately teased her: "Which one?"

She was too shy to speak.

Quan Yu didn't force her to speak anymore, but said: "It's up to you."

The next second the hand on his lower abdomen moved up without hesitation. Cui Sanning's eyes widened immediately, and he exclaimed before he was completely blocked by someone.

The hands on the shoulders changed from fearful rejection to dependent clinging.

Night light filtered in through the window, and after an unknown amount of time, the panting and moaning in the room finally stopped.

On the bed, the man was sitting upright. Except for some wrinkles on his shirt, he was still neatly dressed and had quite a lot of clothes.

But the person who was already sleeping soundly under the quilt climbed onto the bed with his bare back, leaving only the back of his head. The white quilt only covered half of his back, and the exposed skin glowed like jade under the moonlight. Warm gloss.

Dots of red marks can be seen on it.

Seeing her hands casually resting on the pillow, Quan Yu's eyes were full of satisfaction and joy, and he thought of her shouting to wash her hands before falling asleep.

Leaning over and kissing her back, and taking a look at the clothes that he had just picked up and soiled and thrown aside when he was anxious, Quan Yu lifted up the quilt, stood up, opened the door and left the bedroom.

After a while, he came back with a clean pajamas and put them on her carefully.

During this period, the sleeping person grunted a few times. She must have been bullied severely, and she frowned.

After doing all this, Quan Yu hugged the person into his arms with satisfaction, closed his eyes and went to sleep.

The next morning, Cui Sanning moved, slowly opened his eyes, and felt the chest pressed against his back, and the big hand on his waist.

Thinking of last night, he really did everything except the last step.

I’ve finished reading and touching.

Glancing around, he saw the pajamas thrown aside.

Thinking of him pressing it on it last night, frowning and panting, his cheeks turned red.

He moved uncomfortably, and the hands on his waist tightened suddenly. The person behind him said hoarsely: "It's still early to sleep a little longer."

Cui Sanning turned her back to him and was too embarrassed to turn around when she heard the sound.

The person behind him moved, resting his chin on her shoulder and neck, pressing against her.

Cui Sanning's ears were red, and he pulled up the quilt to cover himself. He hid in it and muttered in frustration: "Stay away from me."

But the hands on his waist hugged him tighter.

The chest against his back rose and fell, and he chuckled softly: "Sangsang, I am thirty-two years old."

"You feel sorry for me."

Cui Sanning hid under the quilt, raising the corners of her mouth, trying her best to hide the sweetness in her heart, and said seriously: "Ayin said, I feel sorry for the man who will be unlucky for the rest of his life."

Quan Yu raised the corner of his mouth...

What did Lin Langyin teach her?

Trying to reason with her and convince her: "I am different from others."

After a while, the head that had been huddled under the quilt came out, turned around, faced him face to face, and asked, "What's the difference?"

Quan Yu raised his hand to push the hair on her cheek behind her ears, kissed her forehead, and whispered: "I am your man."

Cui Sanning looked at him and said, "I won't tell you this."

Then he quickly got out of bed and entered the bathroom.

Quan Yu looked at her back with joy on his face. He put his hands behind his head and lay relaxed on the bed.

Thick snowflakes outside the window covered the entire city's buildings, making it white, magnificent and romantic.

Cui Sanning came out of the bathroom and found that he was still lying on the bed. He said, "Get up quickly. We have an appointment after dinner."

Quan Yu stretched out his hand to her: "Please give me a hand."

Cui Sanning stepped forward to take his hand and pulled hard, but the person lying down also pulled her hard. She fell forward and sat on the bed, being hugged tightly around the waist.

He smiled and said, "Stop making trouble."

Quan Yu rested his head on her waist, closed his eyes comfortably, and said, "Lie down for another minute."