See You Tonight, Master Su

Tong Hua's ears were burning hot. Seeing him bend his head down again, he stirred even faster. The force was so strong that it almost ate him down. His heart was empty and his brain was white.

"You, you are such a bad person!"

Su Minglang let her scold him and ignored him. He could feel the little woman's trembling body under his tongue. Knowing that she was happy now, he became more daring. He picked her up from time to time, flicked her down from time to time, pecked her down from time to time, sucked her down from time to time, stirred her up from time to time, until the beautiful little flower could not bear to spit out more sweetness.

How could Tong Hua not know that he was trying to please himself?! In this state, the fear and discomfort in her heart naturally lessened a lot. But as his movements intensified, the subconscious repulsion and slight awkwardness in her mind were still there. When another wave of tide came, she couldn't help but pinch her legs, gasp, and want to run.

"No. Let go."

Su Minglang stopped the little butt she was trying to escape. "Honey, don't be nervous. Leave it to me."

Don't be nervous. That's what they say. The internet also said she had to relax. But can a normal person not be nervous if he is not nervous? A sense of discomfort that was about to be thrown into his mouth soon made her feel a little flustered and tried to change the subject with a sip of her breath.

"Ming, Minglang. Wait, wait, I have something to ask you."

"Hmm? Say it!" Su Minglang answered, but he didn't stop.

Tong Hua's brain was constantly itching, and his reason was somewhat cut off. He was being pulled by a man, and his empty brain couldn't find the key to a question for a long time. Hesitation, hesitation. Just as she was thinking of how to ask, Su Minglang's rough fingers suddenly grew heavier and she put both hands on her. She let out a light cry and shivered all over. Lost.

Whoosh!

Her mind went blank, so she could only say it?

Su Minglang looked at him, his dark eyes twinkling with love under the light, and his eyes were a little smug. "Baby, are you beautiful?" Tong Hua took a deep breath and felt a little embarrassed. He gave him a scolding and turned the question into a reproachful tone.

"Hmph, what is it?! I don't know how many women I've trained on..."

"Bullshit!"

Hearing her words, Su Minglang, who had a hunch that he was wronged and wronged, was in a hurry to defend himself, so he growled. After that, he glared at her, then suddenly buried his head again, wrapped her two slices of vermicelli in it, and licked her tongue until she gasped for breath, which made her breathe unevenly, before he looked up again.

He pulled her over, grabbed her, pulled her face over, looked into her eyes, and said it word for word.

"Tong Hua, say it again. I'm just a woman. It's you."

A woman?

A woman's words, why did he change from what he did to what color she looked up on the internet today? Besides, since they got married, Tong Hua's attitude towards this matter has not been very positive, how can there be too many? Besides, with Su Mingsheng as the big brother as an example, Tong Hua did not believe it.

It would be a ghost to believe him. At the thought of this, Tong Hua's eyes fell on his proud black and shiny object. He swallowed his saliva with hatred and soon recovered from the lingering charm he had just created. After a short rest, he quickly calmly looked back.

Minglang, in fact, all these years that we were separated, it doesn't matter that you're such a good and normal man. There's nothing wrong with anything. It's like leaving you, I still dated Su Nian, and even almost sold to other men by my uncle. But you can choose not to tell me, but don't always resist so pointlessly. In fact, it's not surprising that you have a woman at your age and status. I won't really be angry, but I don't like to be deceived and hidden. Do you understand what I mean?!"

With a long sentence, Tong Hua spoke very quickly and steadily, looking at the man with sharp eyes.

Of course, she did not blurt it out, but with her long doubts and resentment. It was because Shiguang, who had been too sweet with Su Minglang for the past few years, had ignored it, but now it didn't matter.

Every woman has an independent personality. She can quickly pass down the generations to Su Minglang. It doesn't matter if she doesn't have a bad batch. As long as she's the right person, women never care about anything, but now she really has the potential to be a yellow-faced woman. She always needs more respect and attention than she does physically.

That feeling had been hidden in her heart for a long time.

Every time she thought about it, she resisted it and found all kinds of reasons to defend herself.

On second thought, he resisted, but... In fact, it had always existed and never died.

And as her feelings for Su Minglang changed, they became even weirder, making her a little confused.

Su Minglang's disoriented vision returned to its original position, and her arms lazily rested on the edge of the sink, giving Tong Hua some space to move. But his wild and ferocious handsome face became even more complicated. The darkness at the end of his eyes, in particular, buried his already meticulous mind deeper.

He looked at her and remained silent for a long time.

She looked at him, waiting for his answer.

Not knowing how long had passed, Su Minglang's handsome face relaxed, her thin lips curled up in a pleasant arc, and a smile leaped between her eyes and brows, landing directly on the porcelain white flesh of her body with crystal drops. Her arms closed and she was held in her arms. Her voice was low, hoarse, and helpless.

"Honey, something happened... I can't tell you."

"Why not?" Tong Hua looked him in the eye and looked at him suspiciously. "What else can we not tell now? Su Minglang said to be honest. That's what you said. Why can't you tell this client? How big of a thing is it to hide? Aren't we already married?"

Pinching the tip of her nose, Su Minglang lowered his head and touched her forehead.

"Silly girl, there's a reason why my husband won't tell you."

"Any reason is an excuse for you to fool me."

"... Someday, I'll let you know!"

Using that as an excuse? What's the difference between the future and the present?

When Tong Hua heard this, she snorted softly. The little thought lurked in her heart, as if it had grown wild grass, out of control of her thoughts. Her blood and anger were turned upside down. Her heart went sideways, and her small hand rested on his shoulder. Then she fell down, tightly circling the thing he had lifted up, and her body nestled in his arms.

"Honey, if you tell me, I will promise you that you will do whatever you want in the future..."

Do whatever you want?

For the hungry wolf, such a promise was like a piece of delicious mutton in front of him. As long as he spoke of the past, he could eat it. How tempting was it? But as he stared into Tong Hua's eyes, his breathing increased a little, but he could not speak.

After a long time, he held her in his arms and pressed himself.

"Let's do it first."

"No! Say it before you do it. You always keep your mouth shut." When Tong Hua saw the sparks in his eyes, he knew that it was a good move. Maybe it could really hold his short and make him say something. There was a doubt in her heart for a long time and she was anxious to know the answer. She held back her pounding heart and circled him tightly, facing his gaze.

If he doesn't get what he wants, he won't do it.

"Honey, you! Stubborn -"

The man's eyes darkened for a moment, and the flames almost shot out. Threatened by his little woman, he hated her so much that his teeth itched, but he found that since she was not angry, her stubborn little appearance became more and more charming.

He narrowed his eyes dangerously and stroked her face. His voice was full of arrogance and more helpless sighs.

"Looks like my husband really needs to treat you!"

Tong Hua might not be serious with him in the past, but tonight, she didn't know why he treated her like that woman again, which made her especially uncomfortable, so she had to fight him to the end. In order to achieve her goal, the water in her bright eyes became brighter, and her small hands held him up and down and stroked him, lowering her voice.

"Come on, come on, I'm yours..."

"Honey, don't force me!"

Su Minglang's adam's apple slipped, and he couldn't hold it anymore. His black eyes were filled with flames, and the blood in his heart kept gushing. His dangerous eyes narrowed. He pulled the woman's hand away and lowered his head again. "Tong Hua, see how my husband treats you." Huffing angrily, he stared at the woman's trembling flower bud, twirled it a few times, then carefully scraped open the crack, and covered it with the mouth of his hand.

"Su Minglang..." Tong Hua gasped.

After a few scoldings, her brain quickly turned into a puddle of paste.

After that, he didn't know what to say except to call his name.

The couple showered long enough, and with Su Minglang's efforts, Tong Hua was really clean enough, inside and out. She did not know how long she had been fooled by him. Although he did not take the opportunity to be her, she was never reluctant to cooperate with him when he was a rogue. She died two or three times before she was carried out by him in pink.

Paralyzed, she shrank under the blanket, not wanting to move at all except for her eyelashes.

Su Minglang narrowed his eyes when he saw that her hair fell without blowing. Soon, she was pulled out of bed and placed on her lap. After finding a breeze and drying her hair, she stuffed her back into bed.

Tong Hua looked at him with a bitter face and said nothing.

Su Minglang thought about it, lifted the corner of the quilt, and put his hand under her. "Come on, let me see."

"What are you looking at? Don't look!"

Tong Hua spoke weakly, narrowed his eyes and kicked him with one foot. But because he had eaten so much down there, he was so weak that he couldn't even lay on his stomach. That little foot kicked him right under the man's arms. He grabbed her and rubbed her in his hand, then pulled her aside. "Didn't you say it hurt just now?"

"It's all right now. It's none of your business." He had already bullied him hard enough just now. Let him see her again, he can't just eat her down?

"You have no conscience, you are beautiful, so you don't care about me?" Su Minglang's heart was like a cat's paw scratching at the soft, coquettish voice of the little woman. He tugged at her ankles and looked over without a word. At first glance, his anger grew even more intense. "Honey, you little thing is really too delicate. This is what I do with a few bites..."

"I told you, it's none of your business."

If he doesn't care, he still has to care. This little woman was too delicate, and she looked just like a young girl, no different from a few years ago, the tomb of heroes that could bury him was not much bigger than the shell he pointed at...

As soon as he saw this, he thought of the animal thing he had done in m country, and he became more and more uncomfortable. He caressed her carefully and did not have the nerve to take out the "Three treasures" that Shiguang had given him and coaxed her back into bed.

"Not hurt! I'm tired. Have a rest."

He spared himself, but Tong Hua was surprised.

Did this man really take the wrong medicine?

At first, she thought he was lying, but she didn't expect him to come over as quickly as usual. Instead, she obediently turned off the light at the head of the bed, pulled the quilt over and wrapped the two of them in it. Her body was close to hers, and her head was next to hers on the pillow, whispering to her.

There was nothing serious in his words. It was all fun stuff from m & h.

In the silent darkness, his voice was a little low, deep, and slowly muttered, like a melodious cello, falling on her ears from time to time, making her nervous nerves slowly relax.

After a while, Tong Hua yawned.

Her eyes darkened, and Su Minglang patted her on the back. "Sleepy?!"

"Yes."

"Sleep!"

"Good night."

Tong Hua nodded. Seeing that he was really quiet, his heart relaxed.

Soon, she closed her eyes and prepared to meet with the duke.

Not long after, just as she was about to fall asleep, a' rustling'sound came into her ears. It was as if a rat was scratching a hole. The noise made her feel bad and goose bumps came out. It was especially uncomfortable.

Involuntarily, she opened her eyes again.

"Su Minglang, what are you doing?"

"Scratching the bed." Su Minglang answered quickly, his voice muffled. "Go to sleep, don't worry about me."

Scratching the bed?

The monk, who was Tong Hua's second son, was confused. He turned to look at him and touched him with his elbow.

"I said, why are you scratching the bed in the middle of the night?"

The two of them were very close, and the man was breathing heavily. When he saw her asking questions, he held back his anger and continued to scratch on the bedside. "I couldn't sleep. I was suffocating. Scratching the bed is to divert attention, just like counting sheep."

Is there such a reason?

He used all the dirty tricks, the seduction tactics, the robbery tactics in the bathroom... But it didn't work. Now this move, is it his "Delusional plan" ?

Tong Hua thought about it and knew that he had changed his strategy.

But... That's the key.

She could turn a blind eye to his mischievous face, and he could bear to play tricks and rob while he was still alive. But the sound of her scratching the bed was killing her.

She was born to hate such a voice. It was as if someone's heart had gone cold when they heard the sound of the iron pot being brushed. Now she felt that the sound of the man scratching the bed was especially piercing to her ears. Every time, it was as if a rat was crawling on the head of the bed, causing her to stand up all over.

She closed her eyes and endured.

She didn't believe that he could scratch there all night?

But she was wrong. She really didn't expect Su Minglang to be so patient. He wouldn't touch her body, let alone force her. He was playing with his own, in a spirit destroying way, relentlessly scratching, scratching... Scratching all the time, making her heart tremble and go crazy.

She covered her ears and didn't listen.

But she didn't listen, and the more shrill the voice became.

And it was far from over. In the darkness, the sound kept coming...

It's no use covering your ears. It's no use calming down. She endured it for about twenty minutes and finally couldn't take it any longer. She took a long breath and quickly reviewed the knowledge she had seen on the internet today in her mind. She snapped at him and scolded him in a low voice.

"Please, stop scratching. Okay, I'll do it for you once, but..."

But what?! Before she could say anything, the man who was focused on scratching the bed suddenly flipped over, threw the quilt out of the way, pressed his small body under him, and pecked her head with a rough breath.

"Baby, you're so good to me."

"Look at you. Are you in a hurry again?"

"No hurry, I'm not in a hurry!" He was not in a hurry, but then he lowered his head and started kissing randomly. Tong Hua told him to be gentle and careful, but he was too weak to resist.

"Honey, don't be nervous."

If she hadn't been bewitched by his masculinity, she would have been in a daze. But how can a child not be so nervous? Thinking about his ferocity and the advice on the internet... The more she wanted to accept it, the more she was afraid. Her heart was almost pulled together...

The man sensed her feelings.

After a moment of hesitation, he suddenly got up and went down without turning on the light. He walked straight to the sofa, took the pants that had been thrown on it before, took a photo with his mobile phone, and took the bottle of "Hot spring" inside.

He did it behind Tong Hua's back, and the girl had no idea what he was doing.

Not long after, he came back.

Tong Hua asked, "What are you doing?"

"It's okay." She answered in a low voice. Su Minglang was afraid that she might be mentally handicapped and didn't tell the truth.

Sure enough, with the help of the "Hot spring," and Su Minglang's concern for the last time, not only was he not as reckless as he was last time, but he seemed to be afraid that she would be angry. He stroked and loved her while he pampered her. In the low voice of "Wife," his eyes filled with affection and slowly drifted into her.

Tong Hua bit his lips and did not say a word.