Husband asks for forgiveness: three-year-old baby is tough on wife

He merged with her smoothly, Luo Xia let out a sigh of relief, if he doesn't act again, she might be begging.

This night the man was extremely ferocious again, and the next day, Lao Xia was too tired to get up.

"Little girl, wake up, we still have a mountain to climb..."

A itchy feeling came from the end of his nose, and Luo Xia opened his eyes in a daze.

Bai Anyuan's smiling face magnified in front of his eyes. [

All the bones in Luoxia's body were sore.

Her delicate face carried a deadly laziness, "No...husband, let's rest here..."

"Aren't you satisfied yet?" The man's ambiguous voice sounded.

Luo Xia rolled his eyes at him, and closed his eyes wearily.

"I'm so tired...the honeymoon has just begun, let's take a day off..."

Bai Anyuan chuckled, fell beside her, and quietly looked at the woman who fell asleep again.

The little woman's cheeks were pink, and her figure was a little plumper than before, making her look more mature and good-looking.

Luo Xia could smell Bai Anyuan's breath all the time.

When you open your eyes, the thin gauze dances gracefully.

The morning glow all over the sky reflected the pink light, and Bai Anyuan was looking at her with his chin propped up.

There was a charming light in the man's pupils.

With a gentle smile and a sweet expression, Luo Xia blushed and reached out to tap Bai Anyuan's nose, "Honey, I'm hungry, let's order breakfast!"

Bai Anyuan smiled ambiguously, "Aren't you full?"

"When did I eat it!"

"Hmph, you've fed me long ago, haven't you eaten yet?" Bai Anyuan smiled evilly, kissed her forehead with a bang, and went to order breakfast.

Luo Xia looked at his back and laughed happily.

On the third day, Luo Xia and Bai Anyuan climbed another mountain again.

There are not many historical sites in the mountains here, but they are all famous for their strange peaks.

Luo Xia looked at those jagged rocks, turned around, but heard a click, and Bai Anyuan pressed the shutter. [

Roxia laughed.

On the sycamore tree, the tree is covered with snow, with clusters of flowers, the white flowers are like snow, and the fragrance is fragrant.

When the wind blows, the petals of white petals flutter down, and Bai Anyuan stands in those fluttering petals, smiling brightly and gently.

He was wearing a white shirt, his broken hair was dancing in the wind, his bewildering smile and alluring charm made Luo Xia stand there in a daze.