God of War's Love: Forced to Marry a Cute Wife

Chapter 209 Chapter 220
Porcelain white skin, girly body fragrance, light, natural taste.The whiter it is, the more it highlights the old marks on the skin, deep and shallow, horizontal and vertical.

Song Feiyu was in a daze before he remembered those shady traces.Eyes flustered suddenly, struggling to turn off the light.In shyness, with humility.How did you forget this?
Luo Zhan's lustful eyes gradually became clearer, his eyes darkened slightly, he frowned, reached out to hold her soft body that had been peeled off, and caressed the old marks pitifully: "What happened? "

Song Feiyu was even more embarrassing, but he couldn't get away, and said in frustration: "Fight!" Since she was a child, she was injured, and of course she also left injuries on others.This is called hanging color. I used to think it was nothing, but tonight I feel inferior.

It was more than a fight. If it wasn't for the earthquake, maybe her fate would have fallen into a more tragic situation.That earthquake, counting, killed many people, but saved her life.Otherwise, today would be more than just low self-esteem.

As a vulnerable group, she has always lived a hard life, but she just doesn't want to talk about it.The old scars on her body clearly recorded the trajectory of her growth.

Luo Zhan's eyes became darker, and he leaned over, and the tip of his tongue lightly touched her skin, as well as those old marks.The tip of her tongue was as hot as fire, making her moan softly.His rustling voice was particularly sexy and sweet: "Fish, with my master here, I will never let you get hurt again in the future."

It's okay if I don't say it, but this one said the little girl's bitterness and grievances for more than [-] years, and the tears just rolled out of the eyes like beans.She doesn't like to cry usually, especially when fighting fiercely.

In those years, many times, like a wolf dog sitting at the door of the hospital, he didn't cry when he was waiting for the doctor to beg the director, but now, he cried instead.

Stretched out her soft arms, hugged Erye's strong waist tightly, and entangled them like weeds while crying, greasy and soft, not to mention how seductive: "Master..." I can't go on, there are thousands of words , Thousands of words, how can it be clear in one or two sentences?

Before, they didn't spend time together, they didn't pledge each other forever, what they had was just a so-called "love witness" contract.They were busy with family affairs, and from the day the contract started, she had integrated into his family affairs.

Then it was his turn to get involved in her household again.

The place where they run the most is the hospital or the commander's office.The only time I played was to let the third child relax.

They didn't go out to watch movies, walk on the road, go to the park hand in hand like all men and women in love... These seem simple to them, but they are extremely difficult.No time, no mood, one thing after another, one after another.

She was used to it, but he felt guilty.

The more guilty you are, the more gentle you are, and the gentleness is not like the second master.

The real style, the real tenderness like water, the real pity for the woman under him.

So gentle, so graceful.

The girl's first time is so precious, he wants her to have a particularly deep and romantic memory.

This second master is both the same and different from the second master he knew before.There is novelty in the familiarity, heh, it turns out that even the gentleness of the second master is domineering.

The delicate nibbling and deep and shallow kisses are like planting countless beautiful little flowers, dazzling, eye-catching, and exclusive brand.

Tonight, she is Cinderella in the fairy tale.

Tonight, he is Cinderella's prince.

Tonight, the stars are shining brightly.

(End of this chapter)