Warm marriage: Mr.Nan spoils wife addictively

Nanchengyi looks at Jianyao in front of her. She seems much quieter than before. She is introverted and gentle. The only constant is her kindness and absoluteness. Jianyao has never been a temperamentless person. It seems that people around her will be touched by her tenderness. But nanchenghe knows that Jianyao's anger is also very fierce.

Think of the last time in the hospital, trembling Jianyao mouth, eyes red, blame himself, but did not show any sad mood, but disappointed.

I don't know what brought up his memory. In front of him, Jian Yaoming is very cute. However, he didn't want to let Jianyao feel that kind of powerless mood, and he didn't want Jianyao to feel disappointed with himself.

"Take you to wash." Nanchengyi rubs Jianyao's cheek and looks at the ignorance and innocence in her eyes.

"No, I'll go myself." Jian Yao is still a little shy. She always thinks that even if she is a couple, she should leave some private space between them.

Nan Cheng Yi nodded and chuckled, "wife, how can you be more and more shy?"

"No way." Jian Yao turns back and stares at nanchenghe, but her face is red.

Nanchengpei looks at Jianyao's figure walking slowly. Although nanshengyuan is two years old, it doesn't affect Jianyao's girlish figure at all. Just looking at her, nanchengpei feels pleasant.

Spray, spray, water droplets surge. This kind of sound falls on the heart tip of the South City, itching. He has always been abstemious, but today he doesn't know what happened. He always wants to wipe Jian Yao clean.

Jian Yao comes out of the bathroom and has changed her pajamas. Real silk and silk hang on her body, fit and sexy. Her own appearance is pure that hang, such contrast let the south city more and more can't stop.

"Is your hair dry?" Nan Cheng Yi looks at Jian Yao who is already sitting on the bed and asks in a low voice.

"Yes, I've just blown my hair. Don't you hear me?" Jian Yao blinked her eyes and didn't understand the meaning of nanchenghe.

Nanchenghe kneels on the bed and reaches out to touch Jianyao's hair.

"Not yet." His voice is low, his unique breath is mixed with ambiguous exhalation, and his touch is slowly sprinkled on Jian Yao's nose and face. All her senses were awakened at this moment. Jian Yao felt as if she was surrounded by the southern city.

Clearly, he was just in front of himself. But I feel that his breath is all around me.

Jian Yao is a bit unnatural. She pretends to touch her hair inadvertently, but it's not dry.

"Let me blow your hair." The corner of Nancheng's mouth is slightly raised. It is obvious that he has found Jianyao's embarrassment.

"It's all right, it's all right, I myself..." before I finished speaking, the lips of nanchengyi covered up. It was a gentle touch like a dragonfly skimming water, and she immediately let go. However, Jian Yao was shocked by the simple touch and trembled.

"Don't refuse me." Nancheng Pei said on Jianyao's lips that Jianyao forgot to think for a moment and felt a sense of powerlessness all over her body. She felt that if Nancheng Pei did anything to her now, she would not refuse.

Nan Cheng Yi smiles with satisfaction, picks Jian Yao up from the bed, and then puts her on the washing table.

He had touched the temperature of the marble washbasin, and the heating in the room was on enough. Even if it was cold, it was normal temperature at the moment, and it would not cool her.

Jian Yao's back is in the mirror, facing nanchenghe, who gently blows her hair, looking at the direction of the hair dryer.

I don't know what to attract, Jianyao's eyes have been lingering on Nancheng's face. I can't get tired of seeing this face ten million times.

Seems to be aware of Jian Yao's eyes, South City of the mouth with a smile.

"Is it so pretty, wife?" His voice is melodious, a pair of good-looking narrow eyes, unconsciously slightly narrowed.

Jian Yao was shocked by his words, so she bowed her head and stopped looking at his face. However, the south city is accurate her movement.

If your hair is dry, you won't catch a cold.

He held out his hand, clamped Jianyao's chin and forced her to look up at herself.

"Good looking, wife?" He went on with his question, but Jian Yao blushed shyly and didn't know how to answer it.

"To be honest." The breath of thin lips spread around Jian Yao's neck, leaving her nowhere to escape.

"Good... Look..." Jian Yao's voice was soft and waxy, as if she had been drained all over her body. She only knew how to obey.

All of a sudden, Nan Cheng Yi suddenly leans forward and covers Jian Yao's lips. Soft, softer than her little face.

At first, it was gentle. Then, maybe it rained a little bit outside the window, and the strength of nanchenghe's action also increased.

Jian Yao felt the hot breath of the South City and the tip of her tongue. In a moment, all her physical and mental defenses were taken off. In fact, to be exact, it's not a precaution. Instead, it's more and more honest and gives itself up completely.

Nanchengpei takes Jianyao down from the sink, then gently puts her on the bed and slowly takes off her pajamas. Fragrant shoulder half dew, white skin in the light flashing dazzling light, let the breathing sound of South City more heavy up.

It is clear that Jian Yao knows what she is going to face. The ambiguous atmosphere in the air has reached the peak, and they can't tolerate any more excuses.

Nancheng Pei is sometimes gentle and sometimes rough. It seems that she wants to completely turn Jian Yao into an accessory of her own, but sometimes she can squeeze water gently.

Looking at the action of Nan Cheng He, Jian Yao feels that she is about to suffocate, but she feels that even if she dies like this, she has no regret. She belongs to him, and she will only belong to him.

As time goes by, the rain outside the window becomes the size of bean beads, hitting the ground and glass, making a clear sound.

Jianyao has always liked rainy days, and the rainy day tonight is her eternal memory.

It's too hot to calm down for a long time.

In the end, the two people toss to the middle of the night, nanchenghe seems to be still energetic, but Jianyao has already whispered, sleepy hit.

Looking at the scarlet Jian Yao, Nan Cheng Yi's face is full of smiles. He gently picked her up and washed every skin for her.

Ambiguous and reasonable. Jianyao looks at Nancheng Pei's eyes. She knows that he is bathing himself, putting himself in the warm quilt, patting her on the back and comforting her to sleep, but she doesn't know when she fell asleep.