Endless Pampering Only For You

"Hmm ..." She wanted to speak in protest, but her mouth was blocked by him, and she had no chance to speak.

His tongue in her little mouth was almost attacking with a sweeping posture.

Mu Xiaoxiao couldn't bear such a passion, and felt that he was almost deprived of oxygen. He pushed his hand against his chest.

Yin Shaojie was a bit out of control, but still taking care of her situation, she slightly released it so that she could breathe.

He grinned hoarsely. "I've kissed so many times. Don't know how to breathe?"

She is definitely the worst student in this regard.

After saying a word, Yin Shaojie couldn't help again, and lowered his head and licked the corner of her lips.

And his hands began to move, pulling on her clothes, trying to help her get rid of the restraints on her body.

Mu Xiaoxiao slowed for a while, breathing smoothly, and by the time she realized what he was doing, her skirt had been faded by him, slipping from her and surrounding her feet.

"Hey ..." She stared at him coyly.

Yin Shaoxian raised an eyebrow. "Hello? Did you forget it again, what should you call me?"

Mu Xiaoxiao bit her lower lip and did not speak.

"Come on, what should you call me?" Yin Shaoxu suddenly felt a little eager and wanted to hear her call his husband at this time.

Mu Xiaoxiao just didn't cooperate with him.

She just felt like her heart was about to pop out, jumping fast.

"Yeah, you can call me, OK? I want to hear it." This time he changed his way, with a soft tone in his tenderness.

He knew that this girl was soft and not hard.

Yin Shaojie still lowered her head and kissed her small and lovely earlobe, just like tasting food, licked it, and then sucked it.

Mu Xiaoxiao's heart was crispy, numb, and a tremor appeared on the skin.

"Hurry up!" He finally couldn't help it, and said arrogantly.

Finally, a soft and timid voice called in his ear, "Husband ..."

"Come again." Yin Shaojie's voice was dumb, and it was more fatal than usual.

"Husband ..."

"Good!" Yin Shaojie was so satisfied that her thin lips kissed her cochlea and tasted her delicate skin all the way.

When he pressed his hand on the tile, he found it so cold.

"So cold?" He quickly pulled her up and asked, kissing her forehead down.

Mu Xiao nodded his head and said coquettishly, "It's cold ..."

Yin Shaojie blamed herself a bit, "Sorry, I didn't notice, why didn't you tell me?"

Mu Xiaoxiao then raised his eyes to face his eyes, as if glaring at him, but Qiushui cut his pupils, it was all inviting.

It ’s not that he blame him. She held on to her and kissed her. She could n’t stop at all. How could she have any space to speak and protest?

Yin Shao was so guilty that she pulled her into her arms, keeping her close to his body.

Mu Xiaoxiao pressed against his sturdy chest, feeling that he was like a stove, exuding a steady stream of hot heat.

Suddenly a spin, she was changed by holding him.

This time, he leaned himself on the tile.

"Cold ..." she said quickly.

Is he stupid?

Knowing that cold still leaned forward.

Yin Shaoxing made a pitiful look, lowered her head, and her dark eyes condensed on her little face, and said, "Yeah, it's so cold. Shouldn't you, my wife, warm me up?"

Mu Xiaoxiao, "..."

Can she pretend not to understand?