Quickly Pass Through the Villain, He is Soft and Sweet

  Chapter 1739 Uncle wants to hug 【46】

  The setting sun outside the window is like a burning cloud, and the light of red glow comes in slowly through the window.

   "Post House." Erye stroked the girl's smooth long hair with his fingertips, and replied unhurriedly.

  Shen Wanqing asked: "Second Lord, have you finished talking about business?"

   "Well, it's over," he replied.

  She actually fell asleep while listening.

  But it’s been a long time since I slept so steadily, and I didn’t feel muddled in my dreams, and I saw the second master disappear in front of me.

  She hugged the second master's waist, buried her face in the other's chest, smelling the faint blue grass fragrance that was still familiar.

  "How long have I slept?" It seemed that it was almost night.

  Jing Yanxiu lazily took out the pocket watch from the pocket of his heart, moved his long white fingers away, and glanced at him with a nonchalant glance.

   "Four hours fast."

  Shen Wanqing couldn't help frowning, "I slept for so long?! Where are Adjutant Su and them?"

   "Outside." He replied lightly.

   Suddenly, Shen Wanqing understood what was going on.

  It must have been after the main business was discussed. Seeing that she was still sleeping in his arms, the second master drove the others out and leaned on the sofa to hug her for two or three hours.

  Thinking, she is struggling to get up.

  Holding for so long, his hands are not sour?

  The man lazily pulled her wrist and pulled her back into his arms. With arms around her waist involuntarily, the palm of her hand stroked the girl's lower waist, pushing her into her arms.

   "Hold a little longer, no hurry."

  Shen Wanqing was held in his arms and couldn't move, "Isn't it enough to hold for two or three hours?"

  He held her waist, the slightly cool military uniform pressed against her body, and the tassels on his shoulders swayed lightly.

  The second master leaned against her shoulder, and the thin and beautiful lips dropped a soft kiss on the back of her neck.

  Opened his lips, licked, leaving a pink strawberry.

   Whispered at the same time.

   "Not enough."

  How about three hours.

   is just a blink of an eye, how can it be compared to ten years of waiting.

  He is like a greedy thief holding a little girl in a dim room, looking greedily at her unsuspecting sleeping face.

  Fingertips touched her cheeks, so carefully, depicting her facial features stroke by stroke, wanting to embed her deeply in her mind.

  Shen Wanqing shuddered, the moist touch on the back of her neck with a tingling scalp shudder, making her red ears.

  He saw the girl's red ears and chuckled lightly.

   leaned in and kissed him, "Why are my ears red? Is it itchy?"

  Shen Wanqing didn’t want to talk to him.

   is simply asking knowingly.

  She turned her head and closed her thin lips that were chattering endlessly.

  The door of the room is closed tightly, there is no light in the room, only the gentle sunset.

  The evening light is on the soft light-colored sofa, the girl is pressed on one corner of the sofa, and the man's slender body is covered on it.

   Slender and cool fingertips rubbed along the waistline, ambiguous and gentle, more inclined to soothing and coaxing.

   Vaguely through the gap, I saw the girl's red eyes, blindly open, as if she couldn't find the direction, she could only helplessly hold the man in front of her.

  The faint bluegrass breath envelops her, reassuring and throbbing at the same time.

  She whimpered, her eyes flushed.

  The man’s low-pitched voice coaxed:

   "Be good, open your mouth."

   Finger rubs the chin, itchy.

  The girl under him couldn't help but patted him on the shoulder, complaining.

  (End of this chapter)