Elite Doting Marriage: Crafty Husband, Aloof Cute Wife

After speaking, his body could not wait any longer, and suddenly pressed down.

Through a thin layer of chiffon cloth, they can feel the temperature of each other's body.

It's always about to come, closing her eyes vividly, but even if she does, she can still feel the necklace shaking above her head.

Yan Rusheng kissed her crimson cheeks and her neck. I didn't know if his lips were too soft or she felt something wrong, but she felt gentle.

‘You are mine and you will be with me all your life ...’

"Asheng!" He opened his eyes vividly, and there was a sea of ​​eyes in his eyes.

The man on his body stiffened suddenly, and her thick nasal voice told him that she was crying.

Looking at her tears, he was anxious, "What are you crying for?"

He reached out and wiped her tears with the palm of his hand. Although his action was always hegemonic, there was no trace of compassion.

But it was already incredible that he didn't get angry.

"Isn't it good to touch the scene?" Xu Xuan waved his hand angrily, and without knowing where the courage came, pushed him away, rolled over, and rolled to the edge of the bed.

Quite mean.

However, Yan Rusheng did not intend to let her go. She moved behind her, her arms around her waist, her lips against his ears, and she said in a sour voice: "What scene did you touch? What kind of love? "

As he spoke, his breath grew hotter.

The fluttering heart was itchy and numb, and wanted to escape, but there was nowhere to escape.

Can only bite the bullet and endure.

She pursed her lips and did not answer his question. Since he had forgotten it, she took it as a gorgeous dream in her life.

She would never tell him in her life, nor would she share it with anyone.

Yan Rusheng didn't embarrass her, because it must be related to Jiang Zhuoheng. Even if he had already guessed, he didn't want to hear her say it, but she thought of another man when she was lying on his bed.

However, that ‘Asheng’ gave him a lot of comfort, at least she did n’t even read Jiang Zhuoheng ’s name like she was drunk.

Because of this, there was a small smugness in his heart.

The lips next to her ears moved again. "Just shout again."

For the first time, he found her shouting ‘Asheng’ was so nice, it was similar to the feeling in his heart.

As if long awaited.

What was it just called? Xu Xuan frowned and remembered for a moment, then remembered.

She glanced awkwardly at Yu Guang, "Isn't that a special name for Fang Jiayin?"

There was a hint of sourness in his tone.

Listening to Master Yan's ears, of course, was a great response, "Are you jealous?"

With his eyes lit, he clenched her small waist, and said in her ears: "Stupid woman, you are the first to call."

He told her not to call her?

So obedient, then why did he tell her not to think of other men, why did she have to think?

"I'll know you first." Xuxu muttered quietly, not intending to care about the complacent man behind her inadvertently jealous.

Yan Rusheng didn't hear what she muttered, and asked, "What did you say?"

"Nothing." Xu Xu closed his eyes. "Don't you say you want to take a nap?"

What did she say you knew just now ...

Words are full of doubts, which is often the case, always blinded by some unimportant eyes, overlooking some important ones.