[End] Good morning, little wife

She tilted her head, a strand of curly hair hanging down, and her expression was extremely gentle.

Xia Qianchen has always been cold, calm and stubborn, and has never shown this side in front of his eyes.

Nangong Shaodi's eyes darkened, and he suddenly held her hand.

I don't know if it was overburned, but his hot lips kissed the back of her scalded hand.

Susu's numbness came, and Xia Qianchen felt like an electric shock.

Trying to pull his hand away, he pulled it hard, and she threw herself onto the bed!

Xia Qianchen's eyes widened defensively, the pupils were clear, and this expression was even more seductive.

Nangong Shaodi leaned forward and pressed Xia Qianchen's lips, not allowing her to think too much, a suffocating kiss.

The high bridge of the nose kept touching her cheek.

His hot lips kissed her repeatedly.

Xia Qianchen's mind was blank, seeing that his eyelids were half closed, his eyes were slightly blurred, and his long eyelashes trembled like butterfly wings.

……

Just a kiss, why is the empty part of my heart filled?

After the damn woman appeared, his mood fluctuated and his behavior was abnormal.

He tortured himself all night and couldn't figure out why.

But now kissing her, she was struggling in his arms, her breath was full of her breath... He had an idea.

She is his, his Nangong Shaodi's woman, and she will never be able to escape.

He got her sweetness insatiably.

Xia Qianchen's clumsy kiss told him that she didn't have much experience: "You are very jerky."

"..."

"Never kissed before?"

He took her and taught her how to swim and play.

Xia Qianchen was not a good student, he was unwilling to cooperate well, and even bit his tongue severely.

Nangong Shaodi's eyes flickered, but he still didn't let her go, rubbing against her lips.

The green eyes were deep, as if two deep holes were about to drag her in: "Have you ever been touched by a man?"

Xia Qianchen turned his eyes away: "This is none of your business."

"It's none of my business, you'll know soon."

When Xia Qianchen moved, he kissed again.

His hands were grabbed and turned behind his back. He easily restrained her with only one hand, leaving her with no room to move.

Xia Qianchen looked at him angrily, his eyes were full of smiles, and the corners of his eyes were a little frivolous.

Damn it, he treats her like a cat!

The last trace of air in her chest was squeezed out, she felt like she was going to be baked into a hot cake by his heat, and her cheeks were red and hot.

When they parted, they didn't know whether it was his or her saliva, which fell down like a silver thread.

Nangong Shaodi rubbed her lips and smiled softly: "Your face is very hot."

"..."

"You have a fever too?"

Xia Qianchen felt dry mouth: "Let me go."

Nangong Shaodi hugged her tightly, opened his notebook and continued to sort out the materials.

As long as Xia Qianchen moved, he would bow his head and kiss her. Repeated several times, she froze in his arms and did not dare to move anymore.

Leaning against his chest, he heard his heart beating.

He looks particularly focused on his work, even when he is sick, he never sees him idle.

In Xia Qianchen's imagination, he was aloof and hugged, even such trivial matters as taking off his shoes were served by his servants.

But I didn't expect him to be so dedicated to his work that he would do it himself when he was sick.