Good Morning, Mr. President!

His voice was darker, and his deep eyes looked at her complexly. "Does it hurt?"

Zhao Chuning shook his head. "It's all right, it doesn't hurt anymore. However, Cheng Ye shouldn't be complete yet. Your start was too heavy that day."

Tang Yi frowned. "Don't mention him."

"Okay, don't mention him. Tell us about it." Zhao Chuning looked down at the hand he was still holding. She felt the warmth in his palm, and a little warmth in her heart. In retrospect, the chances for the two of them to get along so peacefully are few and far between.

"Tang Yi ..." She slowly raised her head, staring at him, her eyes were undulating, and the lights were shining, and the waves were flickering, very charming, "One day ... may we fall in love, Or do you still think that the word 'love' is terrible? "

Tang Yi's mood fluctuated, holding her chin, dragging her face over, and lingering deeply. She thought he was running away with a kiss, and half kissed, only to hear him dumbly saying, "Your EQ is nowhere higher than mine."

When she heard this, her hands on his shoulders tightened unconsciously, and she looked at him with an intent look. He wanted to see from her eyes what she expected.

In fact, she is not so low in emotional intelligence, but long-awaited, much disappointed, and some things are afraid to look forward to it, after all, I am afraid that it will be empty.

Tang Yi did not give her the opportunity to continue to explore, but just replaced their conversation with more lingering kisses. He is a proud person and never expresses it. He prefers to use it more than ‘say’.

The big palm penetrated into her clothes, and the kiss ran down from her lips and fell to her neck.

Her cell phone is ringing.

She walked away, begging to answer the phone. Tang Yi got angry, took her off the sofa, pressed her back against the sofa, sharply and skillfully took off her trousers and fell to the knee.

She was shaking so badly that before she could make her breathing smoother, she held her chin and twisted her face to kiss again. This time, much harder than just kissing, he sucked her soft tongue, anxious as if to swallow her tongue. Zhao Chuning was hurt by the kiss, but there was an indescribable speed between the pain and her comfort rising, making her legs soft.

However, the harder it is, the more sensitive the body becomes.

He flipped her over again, even before each other's clothes could fall off, lifted her long legs and hooked them around her waist, held her hips high, and bumped in.

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It ’s really enduring for too long, and this time is not the same as before, this time she really belongs to him, his woman, his wife, so the love this time is more cheerful and smooth than any previous time Dripping.

It also lasted much longer than usual.

Obviously it was winter, and as a result the two sweated.

Zhao Chuning sat down softly on the sofa, without any energy. Throwing her and his clothes on the carpet.

Tang Yi picked her up and went upstairs. She was quiet and unable to say anything, just resting on his shoulders.

Today's feeling is very different from usual. Before and after he finished, although his body was satisfied, his heart was empty, painful, astringent, and lost. The feeling of emptiness is that **** can never be satisfied. It takes courage to even embrace him.

But now it's different.

She can hold him, she can drown in his arms, and even relax to allow herself to sink again appropriately.

They are husband and wife.

"What do you want?" Tang Yi asked. He stared at her in her arms. The desire had not completely faded away, but her little white face was now red, charming and soft. She just groaned just now, making him feel uncomfortable as soon as he thought of it.

"Think about our future." Eyelashes fanned, Zhao Chuning opened his eyes to look at him. It was sparkling, emotional, and tinged with passion.

"What came up?" Tang Yi hugged her into the master bedroom, and hugged her into the bathroom. Now the heating has flooded the whole room, plus the exercise just now, the whole body temperature is just right, she doesn't feel cold.

"Thinking a lot." Zhao Chuning clasped his arms. "In the future, will you force me like before, bully me, and force me to jump?"

Tang Yi put her in the bathtub, turned on the button, and hot water slowly poured into the bathtub. He sat behind her and circled her in his arms. The heat swelled and wrapped the two men in groups. He seemed to be meditating, and it took a while to speak in her ear: "I have never done this to other women."

Zhao Chuning narrowed his eyes, "I'm so unlucky?"

"It's only you who dare to provoke me like this. It's only you who can make me angry every day." Other women couldn't get into his eyes from the beginning. Not to mention arousing his emotions.

In retrospect, only this woman in her arms can control his emotions. It can make him crazy, and it can make him feel good.

Previously, he hated this feeling of being manipulated by emotions. Because she could throw him to heaven, and she could easily hit him into hell, he resisted and resisted. In the end, after all, it is understood that all resistance is useless, and it is only themselves who are tortured.

"According to you, I am so special. Do you feel honored?" Zhao Chuning raised his head slightly, leaning on his shoulder and talking to her. Love is still coming, her voice is still soft.

Tang Yi looked at her like this, and his emotions were terrible. He leaned over and kissed her lips with affection, backed away, faced her eyes, and whispered, "I will try my best to restrain."

"Restraint?"

"... temper. However, the premise is that you must not allow water-based poppies!" The first two words were still tender, and the words turned sharply later.