101 Marriage Proposals: Hei Di's Sky-high Lover

Immediately, Zi Yang's ears became red.

Never say a word again.

Fu Hong was lying on the bed naked. He had always had the habit of sleeping naked. At this moment, the hot air from her breath was covering a large area of ​​his chest with a thin layer of water mist.

His eyes are closed.

Really, I can't sleep well.

Following his inner desire, he slowly bent down, and at the same time gently lifted the person in his arms up. Seeing that her face was hotter than his slightly burning body, he couldn't help but smile knowingly, and gently pressed his lips against her. Looking at her smooth forehead, big watery eyes, and straight little nose, just about to touch the long-awaited little mouth.

"call…………"

Suddenly, the person in his arms slipped, leaving him with the back of his head.

Fu Hong smiled wryly, hugged her tightly from behind, buried his head in her neck, and licked greedily, Ziyang struggled twice, "itch..."

"Yang Yang." Fu Hong reversed his gentleness before, and suddenly bit her back with his teeth, "I really want to swallow you in my stomach and leave."

Zi Yang jumped off the bed with a whoosh, and grabbed her hair in a panic: "I'm going to pee, you should rest obediently."

When she entered the bathroom, she slammed the door shut.

woohoo...

Really, dangerous.

That man, doesn't he know how alluring his body is?Did you just come to tease her and challenge her endurance?

Zi Yang swallowed, not daring to go out of the bathroom.

Fu Hong smiled lightly, pulled the pillow she had just slept on, stuffed it into his arms and held it, he was indeed feverish and weak, and fell asleep very soon.

"Mother Wang, how long will this be boiled?"

Zi Yang stood in the kitchen and cooked the soup herself. She cooked the soup for two hours. She tasted it, and it seemed that it was not tasty enough.

"Young Mistress, this must be stewed slowly, at least two hours before the flavor comes out."

Zi Yang pouted: "Will it take so long? All right, you can go and do your own work. I will personally supervise here."

She was holding a script in her hand, which was sent by Qin's assignee.

Seeing this, Ms. Wang left the kitchen very wisely, but she just left the kitchen, but she still stood cautiously at the door.

Anyone with a discerning eye can tell that the young mistress doesn't know how to cook.

But she wants to cook soup for the young master herself. They are servants, so their eyes should be sharper.

Time, another two hours passed.

Zi Yang took a small spoon, filled a small bowl of hot water, and tasted a couple of mouthfuls, sure enough, it was very delicious and rich.

Suddenly, a warm heat source was attached behind him, and Fu Hong put his arms around her waist, putting half of his body on her body, his voice was soft and shallow, but with a hint of coquettishness.

"Honey, what are you cooking to comfort me?"

Zi Yang tilted her head slightly: "Are you awake? I made ribs soup for you, it's almost ready."

In the breath, there is a fresh smell of shower gel and shampoo, and a faint orchid fragrance, which smells very good.

Putting down the small spoon in his hand, Zi Yang tried to turn around and put her small hand on his forehead.

"I don't seem to have a fever anymore? Oh, why are you wearing so little?"

At this moment, Fu Hong was wearing a pair of loose white pajamas. He was as clean as a big boy. He restrained his introverted and steady aura at work, hugged her waist, and had a nice smile on his face.

"I sweated, took a shower, and almost recovered. This is all thanks to my wife."