Indulgent Husband and Sweet Wife

"No ... nothing ..." Looking at this tall man hanging on himself, Ai Changhuan immediately gave up, "You sleep, you sleep, sleep fast, leave me alone."

Marine Zhan Ke narrowed his eyes, "Sleep you?"

"No, it's sleep." Ai Changhuan was embarrassed to die. She quietly pushed Lu Zhanke. "Well, let's go to sleep, I promise I won't make any noise."

"But I don't want to sleep anymore." Lu Zhanke's voice was slightly hoarse, his eyes were flashing with two small clusters of flames, and his breath became more and more heavy.

Don't want to sleep, what do you want to sleep?

Ai Chang swallowed. This may be a great opportunity to verify Lu Zhanke, but she didn't want to 'try by oneself', but Lu Zhan Ke didn't give her the opportunity to hesitate anymore. Lived her lips.

"Ah ..." Ai Changhuan shivered, eyes closed, and two rows of long, curled eyelashes trembled like a frightened butterfly, as if to fly away the next moment.

The kiss took a deeper step, and she was about to choke.

"Well." No, she pressed his hands against his chest hard to keep him away.

He rubbed her shoulders heavily, as if to crush her whole body.

"Ah, huh!" Ai Changhuan was horrified, struggling more and more.

Her struggle was faint and pathetic in the presence of a man who had been in the army for more than a decade.

He took a big bite, and she was in pain and snorted.

He was very compassionate and healed her little wound gently.

Ai Changhuan turned his head away from his kiss.

Marine Zhan Ke didn't mind, and instead kissed her slender chin, which was different from the first sight. She lost her previous baby fat and her chin became much smaller.

Ai Changhuan did not expect that an unintentional word had caused such a domineering possession, which was not what she wanted.

She shoved him, and pinched his nails on his shoulder. "Lu Zhanke, don't do this ..."

Ai Changhuan turned her head desperately, but no matter how she avoided, the two could not be separated.

She was crying anxiously, and struggling more and more fiercely. Finally, the teeth of the two had a fierce collision. Both of them ache, and the rusty **** smell spread quickly between the lips and teeth. However, In the end it stopped him.

He squeezed her chin, rubbed her red lips with fingers, and muffled his voice: "Why, don't you want to?"

His tall body still hung on her, and she became more petite and pitiful, no one could rely on.

She clutched her pajamas tightly, blocking the view in front: "No ... don't ..."

Her voice was also dumb, but there was a hint of crying.

He thought she liked herself, so he didn't think that such a thing was difficult for anyone, and naturally he couldn't understand what she was resisting at the moment.

His voice was as low as spirits, but as sharp as a knife: "Why marry me if you don't want to?"

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