Passionate Devotion

Chapter 950 967 Life is hanging by a thread 1

Thinking about it, grievances came to my heart, put on clothes, and refused to wear shoes.

Lifting both feet, supporting the sheets with both hands, staring at him and shaking his feet.

Xu Ying said that women should occasionally make petty temperament, which can increase the interest of husband and wife. Men and women are not afraid of tossing and are afraid of stagnant water. Although Xu Ying is a girl who has not yet succeeded in love, Tong Lu feels that occasional suggestion to make petty temperament should be Adopted.

Leng Ye would like to look at her from the top down. Is this woman asking him to help her wear socks and shoes?

Tong Luang raised her chin. That's what it meant. She wanted her to hold an engagement banquet with Zhou Yeshuo. She always wanted to comfort her injured heart. Not to mention waking up people in the middle of the night, which made her even give birth to a boy or a girl. Don't know, what happened to this little thing?

Leng Yejin squatted down with a dark face, picked up her socks, looked up at her from the bottom up, and saw that the expression on her face was vivid. He glanced at her and really put her socks on.

Her feet were small, white and smooth, Leng Ye squeezed, Tong Lu couldn't help but smiled so much that she hurriedly withdrew her feet.

However, her foot was firmly pinched in the palm of Leng Yejin, and she couldn't pull it back.

He stretched out his hand to spare her soles, and Tong Lu laughed: "Don't don't..."

"No? Know not now!"

Leng Yejin spared her little feet again, Tong Lu laughed and kept begging for mercy, "My husband, I made a mistake, I wear my own clothes, really I have hands and feet, I wear them..."

"late!"

Leng Ye was bullying enough to put socks on her two feet, put on shoes again, got up, suddenly leaned over, and approached her.

She supported the bed sheet with both hands back, and he supported the bed sheet with both hands. The light from behind him cast an ambiguous shadow on her, and enveloped her in his encirclement.

Faced with his deep eyes, her heartbeat speeded up uncontrollably and blinked.

A man's lips, next to hers, rubbed against her lips when they spoke. It was more sultry than holding her overbearing and kissing. Tong Lu's thoughts kept fluctuating.

"Please please, give me a kiss."

Tong Lu didn't kiss him, but stuck out her tongue and licked it along his somewhat dry lips, as if putting a layer of lipstick on him.

The action was like a little fairy, Leng Ye wanted to breathe hard, the breath sprayed on her face, and her heart was itchy.

"Do you want me?"

"Yes, I don't want tea or rice." Don't be foolish when it's time to be sweet.

Knowing what to say, Leng Ye would bite her hard: "Think I would dare to hug my ex-boyfriend while I'm not here!!"

Tong Lu breathed in pain, feeling that her mouth was sweet just now.

"Don't bite me again. There is no medicine for the tongue in pharmacies most of the night."

Leng Yejin ignored her, got up, pulled her up, and slapped her big palm on her pink buttocks. It didn’t hurt. The key was shame. She was biting her lip and didn’t dare to say anything. Dare to make it again.

"I'm telling you, there is no end to this matter. Your husband's trusted little soul has been seriously hurt, so I have to satisfy me with everything tonight. Have you heard?"

"Hear, hear."

Tong Lu nodded obediently. Leng Yejin's attitude is only satisfactory. Leng Yejin's serious face is correct, but she seems to see some expressions with full hormones: "Carry your bag and follow me."

(End of this chapter)