traditional marriage abo

Hearing his fiancée's undisguised dislike for his aesthetics, Andre slapped Fa'an's little butt lightly as a punishment.

"I think the dress I chose is better than the one you are wearing now." Andre said lightly.

However, after the initial bout of excitement, Fa'an has keenly heard the slight dissatisfaction hidden in the general's seemingly calm tone.

The sweetheart is good at everything, but sometimes he is too confident!

Swallowing what he wanted to complain about, Fa'an snorted two handfuls of Andre's hair, and said like coaxing a child.

"It's not your problem. Maybe the real thing is not as good as the picture."

The passing onlookers were already surprised to see this Omega put his hand on Andre's head. They didn't expect that the general, who was always unsmiling, would actually show an expression of "so it is" when he was comforted by the other party.

"And what about my gift?"

Andre ignored the shocked eyes of the others, and frankly asked his fiancée for his gift.

Fa'an leaned on his back, cheered up when he heard this question, lowered his voice and whispered in the admiral's ear pretending to be mysterious.

"The gift has been hidden on me, and I will let you unwrap it when I get back."

After finishing speaking, he didn't know what he thought of, and laughed "hehehe" again.

Andre didn't understand what he was happy about, he held Fa'an's little butt and turned him upside down, but didn't reply.

He is tall and has long legs, carrying Fa'an on his back as easily as a little doll, even if he didn't deliberately speed up his pace, he quickly arrived at the dormitory building that Hein prepared for him.

Andre put down Fa'an, and swiped his identity information with the terminal at the door.The little fiancée poked her head around when he opened the door. As soon as the door opened, she rushed into the room without waiting for his generals, and disappeared into the living room like the wind.

The admiral raised his eyebrows, and then he stepped through the door.After closing the door and locking it, Andre didn't rush to find Fa'an who didn't know where he had gone. Instead, he went to the kitchen to heat a glass of milk patiently.

Although today's appearance of the little fiancee looks more suitable for drinking a glass of wild spirits with Erlang's legs crossed.

After the milk finished heating, Andre followed the scent and walked straight to his room.

The door of his bedroom was ajar, and Fa'an's shadow could not be seen for a while.

Andre pushed open the door and put the milk on the desk aside.He looked around in the huge room, and finally fixed his gaze on a big bulge on his bed.

"Fa'an." He pretended to call out, his black eyes were full of smiles, "Where are you?"

"Here here!"

Andre's quilt was dark gray, and the bulge on the bed couldn't wait to bulge up, and Fa'an's voice came muffled through the quilt.

Fearing that his sweetheart would not find out, he poked out a little white foot steadily.

Andre clenched his fists against his lips and coughed lightly, finally suppressing his uncontrollable smile.

When he came to the bed, he touched the bulge gently with his hand.I don't know if it's the fiancée's head or where the palm touched the quilt, but Fa'an, who was hiding underneath, let out a cheerful laugh.

"found it."

Andre said in a low voice, but he didn't forcibly strip Fa'an out of his quilt, but bent down and clasped his ankle with his warm palm.

Fa'an's feet are very different from his hands. Although they also look small, their toes are fat, the insteps and soles of their feet are fleshy, and their ankles are also very sensual.

Although it is still a small circle in the general's hand.

Andre's thumb moved down, and the pad of the finger rubbed against the side of Fa'an's foot for a moment, turning around the raised ankle bone.

Fa'an snorted ticklishly in the quilt, curled up his toes, and shrank up the subconsciousness of the feet in the palm of the adult lying on the bed, and Andre clasped it again with unquestionable strength.

"I'm bringing you out," Andre announced.

He didn't try to lift the quilt, but clasped the arm of his fiancée's ankle and applied force, and Fa'an, who was wrapped in a bulge, slowly slid out of the quilt following his strength.

Fa'an didn't struggle, and Andre clasped his palms upwards. His slender calves wrapped under tight jeans were first exposed on the big gray bed, followed by his round buttocks and hips.

And then, it was his white and soft belly exposed to the admiral's eyes.

The short sports jacket became a little crumpled from the friction with the bed sheet, and Fa'an finally got out of the bulge. He lay on Andre's big bed, his cheeks were red from being buried under the quilt , brilliant curly blond hair spread out, covering the bed.

Fa'an bent his eyes and smiled, he bent his legs, extended his arms to hold Andre's big palm when Andre let go of it naturally due to his movements, and then brought his hand to his own on the chest.

Instead of a pullover, the black cropped blazer zipped up.The white zipper ring hangs under Andre's palm, and Fa'an hooks the ring with his fingers, and then pulls it down.

As the zipper slid down, the sports jacket gradually opened to both sides, and finally with a slight "click", the closed zipper was completely released, and Fa'an's jacket slid down to the sides of his chest.

His chest, waist and abdomen were connected into one piece, and he was eye-catching white lying on the gray sheets.The soft flesh on the chest was dotted with two tender red milk beads, shivering slightly shamelessly in the air, and the flat belly rose and fell with breathing.

Fa'an took Andre's hand down and pressed it on his hot belly. He looked into Andre's eyes, smiled softly, and said sweetly.

"You opened the present."

At this moment, the general's hand, which has never wavered in the slightest in commanding several life-and-death battles, trembled slightly.He really wanted to clench his fist hard to restrain himself, but now his palm was sticking to his little fiancee's belly, he couldn't do such a movement for the time being, he could only suppress a sigh in his throat with sullen eyebrows.

Fa'an didn't understand his emotional eyes, he only heard the general's sigh, his eyebrows immediately raised, and the little hand covering the back of the opponent's hand patted Andre dissatisfied.

"It's because you don't like the milk of the cotton beast that I changed the perfume to take a bath." He complained, "You still don't like it? Why are you so picky!"

Poor admiral, he doesn't even know that there is a way to take a bath is the milk of the soft beast.

Andre's complexion fluctuated. Although his hand firmly left Fa'an's fragrant belly, he clarified his crime immediately.

"I don't dislike it." The admiral said while swiftly wrapping the sheet around his fiancee's body, "I've always liked it."

"is it?"

Fa'an stopped his hasty movement and looked at him suspiciously.He pushed off the quilt covering his body and opened his arms towards Andre, "Then let's kiss."

"..."

The general glanced at his naked upper body, his Adam's apple rolled up and down, and he was caught in a dilemma in life at this moment.

In the end, he still insisted on wrapping Fa'an in a quilt, and then carried him to the bathroom, using his fiancée's unconditional trust in him to coax him.

"We'll kiss after you take a shower."

Chunjuan stood barefoot on the tiles in the bathroom, and Andre held his cheek, pressing his forehead against his forehead, looking at him for a moment with his dark eyes.

"I never lied to you, did I?"

In fact, Fa'an, who had been deceived many times like this, fell into the gentle eyes of his sweetheart, and nodded in a daze.After the admiral put the water in and took out the sheet that wrapped him, he realized that his little belly hadn't received the pampering it deserved.

"Is this how things are supposed to develop?"

The dormitory allocated by Heine did not have a luxurious and wasteful bathtub. Fa'an lay in the bathtub and stroked the water with his feet, meditating while taking a bath.

——When you kiss next time, touch your belly and make up for it.

Undoubtedly, the shampoo in the admiral's bathroom is unscented, and Faan pinched his nose and used it.

The jeans he had taken off were placed on a rail on one side of the wall, and Andrei put an arm through the door and handed him one of his own shirts.

Although he wondered why Andre didn't hand over his original coat, Fa'an, who was able to wear the clothes of his sweetheart, happily accepted it.

His stature was too different from Andre's, and the general's shirt almost became a short skirt on him.

If you wear it and pair it with the original pair of jeans, you will be able to change the previous sexy style, jumping from nightclub disco to academic school, and your whole body will be covered tightly.

Across a bathroom door, the admiral who thought he had solved the problem was leaning on the desk relaxedly, flipping through two unimportant documents, and looked over there calmly as soon as the sound of the water stopped.

The steam filled the air, and Fa'an opened the sliding door of the bathroom and walked out.

He was wearing the shirt given by the general on his upper body. It looked baggy because it was two sizes too big, but it was buttoned all the way to the top one, barely saving the original rigid and serious temperament of the dress.

But with the hem of the white shirt down, Fa Anguang had two long snow-white legs, his fleshy toes stepped on the floor, and his skin was a healthy pink from the hot bath.The big shirt was held up in a rounded arc by the upturned little butt, and there were a little folds from the back waist down to the hips up.

Yes, the little fiancée never thought of wearing pants and pants at all!

The veins on Andre's forehead twitched, and he slapped the documents on the table heavily.He propped his palms on the table, and before he could say anything, Fa'an ran over and jumped on top of him.

There was a series of wet footprints on the bathroom floor leading to the desk.

"I'm done washing!"

Fa'an didn't need Andre to support him, he automatically put his legs around Andre's waist, and wrapped his arms around the general's neck.

He pouted and rubbed against Andre's face like a small animal, kissed from his temples to his lips, and then stared straight at him with a pair of beautiful eyes.

Andre lowered his head and looked at Fa'an. His little fiancée had washed off the red eyeliner, her face was white and pure, and her eyes were as clear as a lake whose bottom could be seen at a glance.

But he didn't even wear pants, and the inner thigh was directly touching Alpha's strong waist, and the calf hooked the man's back, and he rubbed it up and down lightly, whether intentionally or unintentionally.

The admiral put his hand around his lower back, his eyes were terribly heavy, and the nerve that symbolized reason and morality that had been trampled by Fa'an all the time was overwhelmed.

Finally broke.