Stepping on her husband's bottom line by mistake

Chapter 1104 Bathroom (5)

He couldn't help stretching out his finger, nodded her eyebrows, and said angrily:

"You! I really don't know what to say about you!"

He hates and loves at the same time, but his tone is sour.

"If I really hated you, would I go to you? I would..."

As he spoke, he leaned his head demonstratively and bit her earlobe.

She groaned, but didn't dare to move, just lowered her head.

"Little thing, I have already said..."

He softly blew in his ear, "If it gets dirty, I will wash it off myself!"

Feng Linxue looked at him in embarrassment: "This is not a bath, just come in and flush the water and you'll be fine. Haotian, I..."

"I said, I'll clean it up for you!"

Leng Haotian frowned displeasedly, and stretched out his palm to her head.

Gently pressed the back of her head, "Did it hit here just now?"

(Leng Haotian's eyes turned cold, he frowned, and said in great pain: "Dear Xue'er, China is co-creating a network environment, so the following pornographic and violent scenes cannot be seen by young friends. So we can only watch, not touch, let alone hug OOXX. So, ahem, let’s solve the scene of making buns in private after we get home!")
The soft words immediately brought back her sense of pain, and she nodded immediately.

Gently pressing her fingertips spread out the pain in the back of her head, like ripples in a pond.

"Um……"

She groaned and groaned because of the pain, but the sound made Feng Linxue's heart beat faster.

No matter how you hear it, it sounded like that just now. . . . . . . . . .happy time. . . . . . . . . . . .have. . . . . . . . . . .man's suspicion.

What's more, they are seeing each other sincerely at this moment.

She blushed and bit her lips to prevent herself from making such an embarrassing sound.

When he massaged her, he hit the water with his elbow.

The water splashes float gently, touching the skin in the water.

It's like applying the lightest lotion, adding a silky smooth feeling.

"Does it still hurt?"

With a hoarse voice, he suggested in a low voice.

Before she realized it, the fingertips of her left hand had slowly moved down from the top of her head along her back.

The hot hands were covered with soft and smooth hands. . . . . . . . . . .Blending with her temperature, a different flame immediately burned.

(End of this chapter)