The wealthy little wife: BOSS adults entangled in the door

But how could he allow her refusal?

He stretched out his big hand, restraining her lightly and firmly.

The room suddenly boiled.

Maybe it's the excessive heat, even if she struggles, the strength is very small, as if she doesn't want to be disturbed when she is half asleep and half awake.He smiled and grabbed her hand, and sealed her lips again...

"Xiaobao...I love you...don't be afraid, I love you..."

Heiye hid his blushing, and the words he was embarrassed to say in the past poured out like water.

"Little Treasure...I love you very, very much...All these years, I have been thinking about you and have never changed...Xiao Bao...I will treat you well for the rest of my life..."

She was in a daze, like in a dream.

I couldn't see or hear clearly in the dream, it was like a dream, someone kept saying "I love you" all the time.

Is it only in the dream that people will be truly loved?

She would rather it was a dream.

Her meekness fulfilled Qu Cunzi's longing, adapted to the dark gaze, and stared at the white and feather-like beautiful body under the moonlight.

Xiaobao, Xiaobao, you are my real goddess.

He suddenly hugged her, so light, so heavy, so fast, like a wild wolf that has been walking in the ice and snow for a long time, and finally saw a pot of fragrant and delicious barbecue...

His toughness, her softness, without any hesitation, he finally made himself a captive of her fiery passion.

The next moment, he trembled all over.

It was an indescribable feeling, scorching hot, like a dying fish that had been exposed to the sun and finally returned to the water...

After many years, he finally came back alive.

Really, it is by no means comparable to dolls.

No matter how expensive, no matter how realistic, no matter how exquisite... A doll is just a doll, how can it compare to a living flesh and blood body?

It's like a duck to water.

Fish can only swim happily in the water, just like the great surprise he got this night.Maybe it was a long time of alienation, he even forgot how to continue.

The prodigal son of a flower, instantly became a jerky boy.

For five or six years, he has almost forgotten what the relationship between a man and a woman is like in flesh and blood.

Dazed, he was ashamed.

I am too sorry for the false name of "playboy" that the outside world once gave me.

However, this clumsy joy was short-lived after all, and all the most primitive instincts automatically recovered in the next moment.

At that moment, the prodigal son finally waved.

It’s like the rain hitting plantains, like the autumn wind on lotus leaves, like a bee that has just picked the first flower stamen in spring and drilled in. The sweetness of the nectar firmly binds the bee, and no longer let it fly up...

He heard a low voice, he didn't know whether it was a low cry or a sigh, he stopped and listened carefully, but it was just an illusion, there was no sound, only the murmur of autumn insects outside the window.

He was ecstatic, like a storm coming.

It was a long and wild war, and Qu Cunzi had never felt that life was so arrogant and full, like after extreme inflation, you felt almost suffocated, but suddenly got a kind of extreme release.

At this moment, she didn't care whether she was voluntary, sober, forced, or a villain, or whether she took advantage of others' danger and had no self-esteem.

He just loves to the core.

He is just infinitely happy.

He just wanted her to be just as happy.But how could he allow her refusal?

He stretched out his big hand, restraining her lightly and firmly.

The room suddenly boiled.

Maybe it's the excessive heat, even if she struggles, the strength is very small, as if she doesn't want to be disturbed when she is half asleep and half awake.He smiled and grabbed her hand, and sealed her lips again...

"Xiaobao...I love you...don't be afraid, I love you..."

Heiye hid his blushing, and the words he was embarrassed to say in the past poured out like water.

"Little Treasure...I love you very, very much...All these years, I have been thinking about you and have never changed...Xiao Bao...I will treat you well for the rest of my life..."

She was in a daze, like in a dream.

I couldn't see or hear clearly in the dream, it was like a dream, someone kept saying "I love you" all the time.

Is it only in the dream that people will be truly loved?

She would rather it was a dream.

Her meekness fulfilled Qu Cunzi's longing, adapted to the dark gaze, and stared at the white and feather-like beautiful body under the moonlight.

Xiaobao, Xiaobao, you are my real goddess.

He suddenly hugged her, so light, so heavy, so fast, like a wild wolf that has been walking in the ice and snow for a long time, and finally saw a pot of fragrant and delicious barbecue...

His toughness, her softness, without any hesitation, he finally made himself a captive of her fiery passion.

The next moment, he trembled all over.

It was an indescribable feeling, scorching hot, like a dying fish that had been exposed to the sun and finally returned to the water...

After many years, he finally came back alive.

Really, it is by no means comparable to dolls.

No matter how expensive, no matter how realistic, no matter how exquisite... A doll is just a doll, how can it compare to a living flesh and blood body?

It's like a duck to water.

Fish can only swim happily in the water, just like the great surprise he got this night.Maybe it was a long time of alienation, he even forgot how to continue.

The prodigal son of a flower, instantly became a jerky boy.

For five or six years, he has almost forgotten what the relationship between a man and a woman is like in flesh and blood.

Dazed, he was ashamed.

I am too sorry for the false name of "playboy" that the outside world once gave me.

However, this clumsy joy was short-lived after all, and all the most primitive instincts automatically recovered in the next moment.

At that moment, the prodigal son finally waved.

It’s like the rain hitting plantains, like the autumn wind on lotus leaves, like a bee that has just picked the first flower stamen in spring and drilled in. The sweetness of the nectar firmly binds the bee, and no longer let it fly up...

He heard a low voice, he didn't know whether it was a low cry or a sigh, he stopped and listened carefully, but it was just an illusion, there was no sound, only the murmur of autumn insects outside the window.

He was ecstatic, like a storm coming.

It was a long and wild war, and Qu Cunzi had never felt that life was so arrogant and full, like after extreme inflation, you felt almost suffocated, but suddenly got a kind of extreme release.

At this moment, she didn't care whether she was voluntary, sober, forced, or a villain, or whether she took advantage of others' danger and had no self-esteem.

He just loves to the core.

He is just infinitely happy.

He just wanted her to be just as happy.