cute husband is happy

On snowy and cold nights, with Baibing, a natural electric heating mattress, Ning Miao, who is afraid of the cold, finds a little comfort in the days of worrying about burdens.

The Maverick revealed its soft white belly, and Ning Miao slid over with a whimper, stroking the silky-smooth fur with both hands, feeling warm and nice to the touch.

"Ning, come over here, always rubbing against brother, partiality."

Ning Miao broke his skills in a second, laughing until his intestines knotted, "Hahaha, Ah Yi, good wife, come here, I will leave some time for you."

"Ning, you are not allowed to call me wife, it feels weird." The head of the Erhuo patriarch objected to his partner's novel address with the instinct of a beast, "You also call me husband."

One big and one small rubbed against each other, the white winged tiger raised its eyelids, and its clear and pure blue vertical pupils were as bright as night lights.

The long snake-shaped tail is curled and retracted, and the horns are tightly tucked in.

"Bingge, Ah Yi." Ning Miao had nothing to say before cultivating sleepiness, "Next year Huayue, let's find a good place and move."

"At that time, build houses, open up wasteland and farm fields, grow flowers in front of the house, plant bamboo in the back of the house, drink tea when you are free, by the way, you have to get out of the wine, get drunk every day, the east family chases chickens, the west family chases dogs, Haha, no one can cure me."

The more Ning Miao thought about it, the more excited she was, dancing and gesticulating.

Maverick's long tongue licked the palm of his hand, signaling the little female to calm down.

With itchy palms, Ning Miao turned her body to show weakness, "Brother Bing, don't lick, don't lick, don't be skinny anymore."

Bai Yi took pleasure in other's misfortune, and slapped the little female's upturned buttocks with her big palm, "Honey, you deserve it."

"Wipe, be gentle." Ning Miao felt the pain, "I thought they were all rough and thick like you, it hurts."

Received Brother Hu's warning glance, Bai Yi pouted, feeling extremely wronged, "Brother, your heart is also biased."

The bitter expression of the Erhuo patriarch was so amused that Ning Miao couldn't stop laughing.

Bai Yi took the opportunity to move his hands up and down, kneading the little female until it was like a pool of spring water, soft, greasy, soft and sweet.

Ning Miao panted heavily, relaxing her body to accept the male's honest desire (well done).

The long night is long, and the only companion is the sword.

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The days of happiness (sex) are always similarly short, except that Ning Miao eats, drinks, sleeps and sleeps in a big class, so he is very happy.

On the 130th day of Snow Moon, the sun rarely shows his face.

The family has surplus food, and the winged tiger tribe is happy and happy as usual.

Ning Miao was lying on the bed bored, turning the flower rope with grass and vines.

Suddenly there was cheering from the clansmen outside the cave, the momentum was huge, wave after wave, I'm going, chicken legs fell from the sky?

Putting on the equipment quickly and watching the excitement, the Witch of the Winged Tiger Clan rides a majestic white Winged Tiger to go out for inspection.

"Ning, Ning." Hu He was out of breath, with a half smile on his face, "A Ling is pregnant! A Ling has a little orc baby!"

The six male companions of Hu Ling's family gathered around the bed of animal skins, blocking out all envy and jealousy.

Ning Miao jumped off the tiger's back while supporting Bai Yi's hand, and strode forward.

"Tiger Spirit, congratulations."

"Ning." After the pregnancy was confirmed, Hu Ling was strictly forbidden to get out of bed and walk around. Seeing the clan witch now, he wept with joy, "I thought that I would never have it in my life."

"Lord Ning, please give our little orc a name." Hu Ling's male companion, Mao, knelt on one knee and sincerely begged his clan witch.

Ning Miao climbed onto the bed and touched Hu Ling's belly, "After six years, the tribe's first child, Xueyue, is here. Let's call him Liuxue."

"I like this name." Hu Ling lightly caressed his flat belly, which is still unclear, "Baby, you have a name, Liuxue, Liuxue, what a beautiful name."

Liuxue, the female name.

"Good job." Bai Yi punched the spear's chest and announced loudly: "Listen up, all males, sweep the snow off the platform, let's sacrifice to the gods!"

Amidst the cheers that shook the sky, Bai Yi took the lead, followed by hundreds of male orcs jumping and jumping, happier than chicken legs falling from the sky.

When the bonfire ignited, the people of the tribe danced around the fire to jump into Guozhuang, Ning Miao turned over and rode a white winged tiger, and waved into the ocean of celebration.

Lord Ning taught the Winged Tigers a new sacrifice:

you are my little apple

I don't love you too much

The little red face warms my heart

Light up the fire of my life

fire fire fire fire

The ancient large-scale square dance successfully conveyed the deep prayer and gratitude of the Yihu tribe to the gods.

The lesson of the wave until dark can be described as profound.

Back in the cave, Ning Miao, with frost on her eyebrows, sneezed twice.

After lying in bed for a while, nasal congestion, headache, limb weakness, and cold symptoms came to report one after another.

The power of square dancing is so terrifying.

Illness comes like a mountain down, sickness goes like a thread.

Drinking ginger slices and wormwood water for three consecutive days had little effect.

The news of the clan witch's illness spread like wings, and there was an endless stream of people from the clan who came to visit him.

"Ning, herbs."

"Master Ning, honey."

"Master Ning, ginger soup."

"Lord Ning, my dead grandfather said that eating deer and sheep dung can cure diseases."

"Nonsense, better drink some orc pee in the morning."

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Ning Miao is grateful for all kinds of crazy and enthusiastic folk remedies.

Bai Yi brought in another bowl of medicinal soup with a suspicious color, "Ning, get up quickly and drink the medicinal medicine."

Ning Miao shook her head like a rattle: "No medicine."

Bai Yi persuaded patiently: "Be good, drink the medicine."

Ning Miao was angry: "Take it away, take it away!"

Bai Yi performed a unique trick, widening a pair of wet and cute eyes, the brown pupils were as warm as water, and his cello-like mellow voice was deliberately raised.

"Husband, you will get better after drinking the medicine. Don't be willful."

"Okay, I'm not sick, I'll let you die first." Ning Miao resented, but still swallowed the suspicious light red medicinal soup with her partner's hand.

A salty smell, Nima, it can't really be the morning pee of the little orc recommended by that bastard.

Forget it, tease yourself, pamper yourself, and suffer by yourself.

How do you know that this medicine has a miraculous effect.

That night Ning Miao broke out in sweat, and on the second day, not to mention his body recovered from his illness, he still felt light in his body, his energy greatly increased, and there were faint signs of breaking through (immortal) Jin (wanting) Dan (death) in the late stage.

Is it possible that when I survived this catastrophe, the impurities in my body were washed away, Ren Du's two veins were opened up, I became a saint, and I thought of Yuxian?

"Ayi, where's Brother Bing?" Ning Miao wiped his face with the animal skin and asked casually, "I didn't see it yesterday or today, where did you go?"

Bai Yi was vague, "Uh, ah, maybe go outside for some activities."

Ning Miao does not doubt that it has it. The white animal shape is the natural protective color in the snow field. Recently, Bai Bing often goes out to catch some small animals to enrich the hot pot culture.

After breakfast, the couple visited Tiger Spirit together.

"Ayi, tell me, whose child is Liuxue?" Ning Miao gossiped while walking.

"Of course it's the child of Tiger Spirit." Bai Yi was puzzled by the question.

Dead wood can't be carved, Ning Miao gave his partner a white look, "It's all in the stomach, so it's not the child of the tiger spirit, I wonder who is the father, the bastard."

Bai Yi suddenly realized, "Oh, I should have said it earlier, this, I will only know this after I was born."

"why?"

"It smells different."

The annual ethics drama of six fathers robbing their sons failed, and Ning Miao was dejected, "Okay, you won."