One Night Lovely Wife $5.50: Overwhelming Black Belly Husband Chapter 715: Is he made of steel? (sweet)

Dongfang Yunhe really carried out this "latest research" to the end.

Slowly, slowly, feed her bite by bite.

A dinner was eaten for almost an hour.

In the middle, a certain color~ Uncle still "concerns" from time to time: "Small thing, is it hot? I think you are sweating a bit after eating, it's not good, it's not healthy. Come on, unbutton a button to get some air... …”

At the end of the meal, Nalan Xiner had three or four buttons undone on her neckline, her school uniform skirt was pulled up to her waist, and her fair legs hung from his sturdy waist like a koala.

That posture...was really drunk.

The candlelight flickered, the man's face seemed to be plated with a layer of pale golden light, and the elegant lines became more and more precious, like a masterpiece.

The light and cold masculinity is even more refreshing and fascinating.

If it wasn't for the uncle being a hooligan, Nalan Xiner couldn't help thinking that this was a 100% perfect man.

Uncle is good in everything. He is noble, knowledgeable, and capable. He also loves her very much, but as soon as he closes the door, he wants to play tricks on her.

Nalan Xiner bit the tip of her tongue: "Uncle...I...I'm full."

Can you get off of someone?

This posture is too easy to wipe ~gun~go~fire.

She clearly felt that there was a huge bulge at the connection between each other, and it was very dishonest.

Dongfang Yunhe was only a few feet away from her small face, and the cold breath of her thin lips brushed over the tip of her nose: "But I'm still hungry. It's... hungry too."

Holding her little hand, she moved somewhere.

Nalan Xiner's face turned even redder, the tip of her nose moved, and she said coquettishly, "Uncle! Don't! My hand still hurts..."

On the way back from the Beijiao Camp last night, by the Beijiang Canal, he had been asking for several hours, and her claws were about to fray, okay?

Again?

Is this man made of steel?

Is he not afraid of "*****?

Dongfang Yunhe's body was tightened by her coquettish anger, and there was a hint of helplessness in his eyes.

Of course he knew her hands were tired...but he just couldn't help it.

It's like looking at a table of delicacies from mountains and seas, but you're hungry and can't do it. You say it's uncomfortable.

And every day, every hour, every moment.

Too torturous.

Suddenly, he thought, and he said, "Xin Er... You don't have to work **** your little paws this time..."

When Nalan Xiner heard this, she was very happy, and finally released her hands Ouye! The little slave girl turned over Oye!

But in the next second, those bright and shining eyes suddenly became bigger than a copper bell——

"Don't need small claws, use... this..." Dongfang Yunhe's voice was clear and bewitching, and the cold **** gently stroked her lips.

Back and forth, meaningful.

Nalan Xiner stiffened for a moment, then blinked.

"Uncle, you, you are right!" A thin layer of anger gradually appeared on her face.

Damn, I can't wait to bite off that hateful middle finger.

Dare to let her use it, use...

"Uncle, I'm angry! How can you do this, forcing people to do this kind of thing." Xiao's mouth bulged, and a small whirlpool formed between his brows.

Dongfang Yunhe looked at the vivid and bright little face under the candlelight, his heart was stuffy, his Adam's apple rolled up and down, and he kissed her frown: "Okay, I'm teasing you, I look forward to the day when you can I want to, I won't force you. I promise."