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

"Drink it." Tian Junhao handed warm milk to her mouth.

An Ying pursed her lips, drank all Gulu Gulu, and ate some dessert before she asked in confusion, "Hao, where are we going?"

"Switzerland. Let's go skiing, like?"

An Ying didn't like it at first, but when she set foot on this snowy "champagne town", she couldn't take her eyes away anymore.

beautiful! [

What a nice view!

They stayed in the world's first luxury hotel called a "palace", the Badrutt Palace.

The furniture in the rooms is elegant and noble, most of which are decorated with antique furniture from the Louis XV and Louis XVI periods.

From the balcony of the guest room, An Ying stared dumbfounded at the various houses built by the mountains.

The domed, pointed, rose-colored, snow-blue, and milk-yellow ones are clearly castles in fairy tales.

At that moment, An Ying seemed to be transformed into a princess in a fairy tale, wandering freely in this beautiful castle.

Tian Junhao hugged him from behind, his chin against her hair, turned to the side, and caressed her cheek delicately.

Whisper in her ear: "Do you like it?"

"It's so beautiful, Hao, I've never seen such a beautiful castle."

All her life, she has been staying in that small town, never took half a step, let alone saw such a beautiful house.

"Not as beautiful as you." Tian Junhao picked her up with a smirk, threw her on the bed, and fell down himself.

An Ying looked up at him, the corners of his mouth curved gracefully, and his whole body exuded the mature charm of a king.

"Baby, I'm hungry." Tian Junhao stroked An Ying's soft long hair, buried his head in her neck, and gnawed carefully.

An Ying's body and mind trembled, blushes appeared on her face, and ripples rippled between the two of them.

The clouds turned and rained, and it was not until the night that An Ying was limply pulled up by Tian Junhao, and sat in the dimly lit Grischuna restaurant to enjoy the food.

The two ate a plate of Pastetli together, and the ambiguous distance aroused a little bit of eroticism.

An Ying pursed her lips, and looked at the corners of Tian Junhao's mouth in a charming arc under the blurred light, and for a moment, it sank into it.