The beauty was turning sideways at the moment, ignoring the man behind her.

Seeing that she was still losing her temper, Wei Lang hugged her waist, kissed her shoulder gently, and coaxed: "It's only the first time it hurts, and it'll be fine next time, be good, don't cry, it's me who is wrong, Bao Ying." The breath came from the base of his ears, and his voice became softer and softer, and he called to her, "Be good." ”

Men coax women are also self-taught, she was still angry, but when she heard him call her like this, the corners of her mouth couldn't help but curl, and when her grandmother was happy, she would call her obedient, and it came out of his mouth, but the taste was completely different, as if it was stained with honey.

But she still didn't respond.

He slowly followed his back to the bottom.

It was as if there was a little insect crawling in her heart, thinking of the pleasure he brought before the pain just now, her cheeks were hot like fire, she shrank herself up, and scolded: "You are not allowed to kiss again, you, you come up." ”

He laughed: "Aren't you angry? ”

She pouted.

Hongtongtong was tempting, he leaned up and took a bite, eating her teardrops, salty, thinking of Meng Lang just now, it was indeed that he was not considerate enough, he touched her forehead: "I will definitely be lighter in the future." ”

She snorted, "What's lighter, you weren't light at all just now!" ”

Wei Lang was wronged: "I have ...... If you don't believe it, try it again in a while, and you'll know if I'm light. He was still sensible, but he still restrained a lot of strength, and she felt that he was heavy because she was too delicate to bear it.

Hearing him say for a while, she spat him: "What are you dreaming, what a while, you are not allowed to touch me for a few days!" ”

"How many days?" Wei Lang raised his eyebrows, thinking that this was impossible, but at this time, he couldn't provoke her again, he shouldn't refute what she said, so he smiled and said, "I won't touch you now, you drink the medicinal soup first." His name was Marigold, and as soon as his voice fell, Marigold walked in.

Luo Baoying heard the footsteps and hurriedly pulled the quilt up, revealing only one head.

When she left, she got up again, looked over, and saw that the medicinal soup was very strong in color and smelled strange, so she couldn't help asking, "Is this ......?"

"It's used to avoid children, whether it's a grandmother or a mother, they all say that you are a little young." He brought the soup over, felt that the bottom of the bowl was hot, blew it and said, "It's not too late to have a child in two years, come, eat first." ”

"Bitter or not?" She asked, frowning, "Do you want to drink it every day?" ”

The black hair hung down from both sides of her shoulders, reflecting her cheeks like snow, a pair of eyes had just cried, faintly red, a little childlike innocence, wanting people to hold her in his arms, and then hurt hard, his heart was about to move, and he laughed: "If you want to drink it every day, of course you can." ”

I didn't understand the meaning at first, but when I saw his ambiguous expression, she woke up, and was so annoyed that she slapped him hard, and he hurriedly said: "Be careful to splash, drink quickly." Picking up the spoon, he fed it to her

"You didn't say whether it was bitter or not."

"Is there anything that is not bitter?"

"Then you take a bite first." She stared at him.

Wei Lang laughed: "I'm a man, why do you drink this?" ”

"Taste bitterness or not." She stared at him.

Seeing this unstoppable appearance, he picked up the bowl and really took a sip of the medicinal soup, but after drinking, he put the bowl on the high table and grabbed her into his arms. Before she could react, he kissed her on the lips, and a slightly bitter, sour medicine flowed from the tip of his tongue and slowly fell into her mouth.

She couldn't help but squirm, but he was firmly in control of the back of her head.

She was annoyed by his sneak attack, but he fed her medicine like this and made her shy, and she still drank it after half pushing and half pushing, she opened her eyes and pinched him hard.

His cheeks were crimson, like peonies, and he couldn't be hurt by her a few times, he looked at her: "There's a lot left, do you want me to feed you?" ”

She brought the bowl and drank it quickly.

Wei Lang couldn't help laughing, ordered them to prepare water, got down in his middle coat, stood reflexively in front of the bed and stretched out his hand: "Come, I'll take you to wash." ”

Where is she willing, she was already ashamed to death just now, he still wants to bathe her, and she refuses to die: "My name is Zifu, Lan Ling serves, you go first." ”

"I am your husband, are they closer to you than I am? Come, I'll wash you, and I'll carry you like this for the rest of your days. His eyes were gentle and calm, like the sea in the dark night, how could he tolerate her, he looked at her and said slowly, "Bao Ying, in the past twenty-three years, for me, there has not been a day happier than this day." ”

There is nothing like this, filling all the vacancies of his years, and filling them to the point of overflowing.

She couldn't resist and walked towards him.

He picked her up, and she put her arms around his neck and rubbed his face gently: "Are you really that happy?" ”

"Yes." He said.

She was in a complicated mood, her fingers flicked back and forth at his collar, and she said softly: "If one day, I sue you, I am not actually what you think, or, I am someone else, are you still so happy?" ”

"Of course," he said. ”

She was displeased: "You answered too quickly. ”

He thought about it seriously, but he didn't quite understand what she meant, she wasn't her, so who was she? Is there a side he doesn't understand? But if you like a person, you will like everything, even if it's bad, you can tolerate it, he kissed her on the cheek: "Yes." ”

He was sure that she was relaxed and leaned into his arms.

The bathtub was full of water, he put her down, and took off his middle coat, under the candlelight, revealing a slender and strong body, she was too ashamed to look at it, hanging her head to hold the water to play, but seeing that one of his long legs had stepped in, she muttered: "I have to wash together." ”

"It's so big, why not together?" He sat next to her, afraid that his hair would not dry out if it got wet in the middle of the night, so he pulled their hair with a hairpin.

Very skilled, she was surprised: "You still have this, you ......" suddenly remembered what Wei Lian said one day, to carry the marigold into a room, she asked, "Aren't you Yahuan serving the bath on weekdays?" ”

He smiled when he heard this: "It's delicious, what do you think?" ”

"Don't say it!" She snorted.

He picked up the pancreas that was resting next to him: "I'll keep it for you to wash in the morning, how can others touch it?" "Although he uses Yahuan, he doesn't like those contacts, not to mention, he is born with high vision, and ordinary girls don't want to deal with it, let alone people.

Luo Baoying was secretly happy, but she said: "Didn't you help me wash it, why do you want me to wash it again?" ”

He smiled and said, "Yes, I'll wash it for you today." ”

Holding the fragrant pancreas in his hand and rubbing it lightly on her shoulder, but he felt that her skin was smoother than the things in his hand, he was very patient, and applied inch by inch, only when it reached his chest, he would touch, and she pushed him away: "I'll do it myself." ”

The body is hidden under the water, only revealing a beautiful neck, but in the shaking ripples, the hazy snow white is like a flower in the water, which makes people's hearts itch. He lowered his eyes slightly, remembering the time he had sat in this bathtub, thinking of the ridiculous things she had done uncontrollably, thinking of those nights, tossing and turning, and his breathing couldn't help but become short.

Where is she willing to put the pancreas, she wants to rob it, but he doesn't give it, she is angry, but she leaks a spring light.

He couldn't hold back any longer, and turned her against the tub, fearing that she would be angry, so he lowered his head and kissed her earlobe to relieve the pain.

She wanted to scold him, but he bit her neck again, not lightly or severely, but emotionally, calling her obedient in her ear, telling her to endure this time.

The water that spread from the side of the bucket splashed on the ground, intertwined with his low and melodious voice, she resisted at first, and finally slowly lost her strength and sanity, but the person behind her did not seem to be satisfied, never tired. In a daze, I heard a strange sound from the tub, as if the iron ring that held it was about to disperse.

Maybe it's going to be broken.