The big-name husband has played too much: the poisonous pet, the good girl

"Is there anything else? What else?"

An Ying thought for a while, and then thought again, and suddenly thought of another point, "You can't keep kissing me and keep kissing me, so that I can't breathe."

Tian Junhao raised his eyebrows, "Did I promise you this?"

"Although not, it's very uncomfortable, and you're being peeped on. You can't do that again. I'll die of shame."

She murmured, in short, she couldn't kiss her until she couldn't breathe, she didn't like that feeling. [

"Baby, I'm angry now, not joking with you, have you figured out the situation yet?"

He held her cheek, and the anger all over his body because she couldn't do this and that couldn't do that, unexpectedly all of his strength turned into a paste bit by bit.

He really didn't know what to do with this little girl.

In the end, he simply opened his arms, hugged her tightly, and strangled her to death.

An Ying didn't know what Tian Junhao was thinking at the moment, but suddenly she was hugged tightly by him, a little dumbfounded.

He even felt a little wary in his heart, wondering what new method he had come up with to torture himself.

Heart, hanging tightly.

Has been hanging, never relax more than half a minute.

However, time passed bit by bit, but Hao just hugged her tightly and didn't take the next step.

It's like psychological torture, making your heart tense all the time, turning you into a frightened bird.

Later, it became more and more serious, and when Hao's breathing was slightly heavier, her heart would tense up a little bit.

Tick, tick, tick...

It has been two hours since he was hugged like this, and Hao still didn't take the next step.

Huh, her feet are so sore, so sore, she has been standing for two hours, is this a punishment for standing?

"Hao..." An Ying couldn't help it, and called out in a low voice, in a very obedient and delicate voice.

Tian Junhao also just let out a groan-like "hmm" without any reaction.

"Yeah" is very light, very soft, very soft, if An Ying's ear was not leaning on his shoulder, she would not be able to catch it at all.

An Ying pursed her lips, puzzled, what exactly is he trying to do?

"Aren't you very angry and want to punish me?" Then you hug me tightly, what's the matter? [