Thank you for Waiting, Mister Tang!

Pei Qiqi returned to the hotel suite first, and Tang Yu was helped in about two hours later.

A room of red, like an ancient bridal anthurium.

In that room of Hongli, his little seven-seven had removed the outer shirt of the Chinese wedding gown, lying on the big bed with only the thin inside.

The blue silk is brushing his face, the eyebrows are delicate and picturesque.

She fell asleep.

Tang Yu originally had a drink, and his body was a little hot, but now his blood became even hotter.

He stretched out his hand and opened the neckline, took off the coat, leaned over her ear and called her in a low voice, "Qiqi."

Pei Qiqi turned over, looked up at him with a small face...

There was a touching blush on her small face, and her long eyelashes blinked slightly under the yellow light, dazzling.

Tang Yu stretched out his hand to block her eyes because it was too beautiful.

His voice was a little dumb: "Seven Seven."

She hugged his neck with her little hands and said nothing...

He lowered his head, gently kissed the corner of her lips, and kissed little by little.

She was so detailed that she wanted to cry, wrapped her body around him, begging silently.

After he was slightly drunk, the passionate breath also moved her, calling his name over and over again: "Tang Yu... Tang Yu..."

"Call my husband." He bit her little ear, and his voice was elegant and pleasant, with a touch of sultry in the middle of the night.

Her eyes were watery and she looked at him softly.

After a while, she kindly yelled like a kitten...

Tang Yu's eyes were deep.

Her thin inner clothes hanger couldn't keep him from being so devastated, she hung it diagonally, her skin reflected snow, and she was indescribably sultry.

Tang Yu propped himself with one arm, breathed out with difficulty, and looked at the attractive little thing under him.

"Qiqi, what should I do?" His fingers slowly stroked her ruddy little mouth, his voice a little low.

She looked at him so innocently, softly and softly let him do whatever he wanted...

Tang Yu couldn't bear to kiss her, and his ten fingers stubbornly held her to prevent her from struggling.

Her black hair spread out hopelessly, like a desperate little beast...

The more she was like this, the blood in Tang Yu's body became hotter, kissing her and rubbing her.

The big palm suddenly took her small hand and placed it on his belt.

She shrunk her little hand, but while he kissed her coaxingly, he flexibly took her little hand and did something shameful...

Furong noodles, Ye Xiaohun, nothing can stop Tang Yu from enjoying the tenderness of the wedding night.

After a long time, Pei Qiqi lay on the big red shirt, panting like a small beast.

The body was immediately pulled into a warm arms, Tang Yu's chin was pressed against her heart, and his voice was rough and hoarse: "Qiqi, how is it?"

Her little hand gave him a hard punch.

The bad guy!

Tang Yu attached to her ear, and his voice was muted: "Go take a bath." Although he was briefly happy, he never dared to indulge.

The little girl who reached out and hugged him walked towards the bathroom, Pei Qiqi screamed in fright, and hugged his neck with her little hand, "Tang Yu!"

He was slightly drunk and she was afraid of falling off.

"I won't let go, little fool." Tang Yu muttered, lowered his head and kissed her little mouth.

Wedding night, mandarin duck bath, isn’t it all there?

Early in the morning, Pei Qiqi was awakened.

When I opened my eyes, I saw Tang Yu's magnified handsome face, kissing her closely.

She held his head in disgust and pushed him away, "Always kisses, so annoying."

Tang Yu stopped, turned over, and hugged her into his arms, touching her red lips with his fingers, and his voice was so low and dumb as to say: "Last night, I don't know who kept calling her husband, begging me to kiss. "