The Overbearing Chief Husband’s Favorite: Baby

Very clear voice, the room was quiet, the slight pumping sound was magnified innumerable times, and the sound clearly sounded in the ears of the two people. It sounds like Moxier seems really painful.

However, the strength of the hand that restrains the wrist has not diminished.

"Qing Muchen, you let me go!" Moxier tried to pull out his hand, did not twitch, and changed his other hand.

She shot very quickly, and raised her hand and wanted to greet him on the face. However, in midair, she was again intercepted by him.

Qing Muchen's hand was very strong. She pulled her arm arbitrarily and pulled her arms back to the back. He slammed all his weight on her.

"Who is it?" His voice, gloomy, and violent as if he were treating a female slave.

"It's none of your business!" Moxier struggled under him, trying to twist it a few times, not struggling, and she suddenly quieted down.

"Qing Muchen, you let me go!" Out of the accident of Qing Muchen, her face turned to calm in only a few seconds.

Lifting her face lightly, her tone is not a little bit sloppy. "We are married, I am your wife, you have the right to do anything related to my husband. But you don't need to slap me like you do now." No need."

Her tone did not change much from beginning to end, as if she had a thorough understanding of this kind of thing.

Qing Muchen banned her hand and unconsciously relaxed. His lips taunted and raised. "Is there still some conscious?"

Moxier's handcuffs were pulled out of his hand and pushed him to the side. The white hand opened his small, messy hair and looked at him. "I always know!"

"Is it?" Qing Muchen seemed to be a bit surprised by her answer. She raised her eyebrows. He lay flat on her side, strong arms around her waist, and suddenly picked her up. His body.

Moxier’s body was slightly stiff and stiff, and the expression was sluggish for a few seconds. However, the room was too dark and Qing Muchen did not notice.

"What do you realize?" Both hands rubbed her waist and lifted her eyes. His eyes and her face, the tone dragged a bit long, seemingly more ridiculous.

He is hinting at her, what she and she can do.

Looking at his lazy look, it seems that there are still some look forward to her performance.

Moxier sat stiffly on him, his body as a piece of wood.

"Do it for me!" Qing Muchen looked at her from the face and slammed it.

Moxier squatted on the bed with both hands, and the white ten fingers tightened, as if he was annoyed with his words and seemed to be struggling.

Qing Muchen couldn't see her little movements, but he felt slightly from the sheets under his body.

Moxier's hand holding the sheets tightened and loosened, then tightened and loosened, seeming to repeat many times.

The room was very quiet, and Qing Muchen did not urge her, just quietly waiting for her next move.

He has never been a patient person, but this time he was surprisingly patient.

The atmosphere between the two people has continued.

I don't know how long it took, and Qing Muchen opened the mouth first. "If you haven't thought about how to behave, let's go back to the topic?"

He refers to the ink, his wife, the woman lying next to him every day, the man in the dream is someone else, this is something that any man will mind.