Me and my Husband Sleep in a Coffin

The latest news is a bit strange.

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Summer is coming to an end. Although the weather is still cold for a long time during the day, it is already cool at night.

The hot cry made a sharp buzz.

He smelled the wind in the room and sat on the sofa looking at the books in his hand. His body temperature was always cold and cold, even when wearing long trousers, there was no trace of sweat.

Wang Xiaoba, who had just taken a nap, walked downstairs, and before he could get close to Wen Feng, he saw him closing his book and put it away from Wang Xiaoba close to his own leg .

Wang Xiaoma blinked, glanced over the calm face he could not see, and finally fell on the book, "What is that?"

He tried to reach out from his feet to Wenfeng's legs, but he was held down by Wenfeng.

"There is nothing beautiful, just ordinary books."

"Since it's an ordinary book, what's the matter with me?"

"No."

"No?"

What did he want, he never refused? !

Wang Xiaoma pushed away the cold palm on his neck, and looked at Wenfeng suspiciously, and when Wenfeng turned his head, his beautiful face was embarrassed and his eyes dodged.

In this way... something!

Wang Xiaoma sat upright with his eyes narrowed, and stretched out his claws to spread the wind, grinning threateningly: "Xiaowenzi~ What are you hiding, isn't it Xiaoxwen?! Please show me up!"

"Brother." Wen Feng smiled, his eyes narrow and long and sentimental, a little red streak burning from his eyebrows, and the beautiful face suddenly pulled in with a sharp face.

Wang Xiaoma was startled, and the next moment he pressed his lips against his own.

The soft and plump lips are grinding, so nostalgic, obsessed...

Too obsessed with love, and gentle movements make people fall into the breath he exudes.

The icy and thin slender fingers penetrated into the roots of the hair, fixed Wang Xiaoya's hind head from letting him leave, spurred Wang Xiaoya to keep looking up to cooperate, and couldn't help closing his eyes and falling into the lingering.

The squeezed lips are separated, watery, and even more rosy than before.

Wang Xiaoma's cheeks were flushed, and his eyes were covered with water and gasping for his mouth. He sniffed the tip of his nose, eyelids and eyebrows as finely as possible.

A kiss overlaid a kiss, overlapped and overlapped, all of which were thick and sweet with syrup.

Wang Xiaoma felt that Wenfeng could not hold back. He was pressed on a large and soft sofa. His cold fingers crossed the raised neck, and Wenfeng hung his head and opened his mouth to cover it.

"Well--"

Wang Xiaoma shrank her neck a little bit itchy.

"Wait for me from here, I'll get something."

Wen Feng made a hoarse voice, as if suggesting something, Wang Xiaoma turned over and buried his face in the pillow and nodded. His black hair was messy and his ears were flushed.

A deep grin sounded and the sofa bounced.

Wen Fengjin has gone upstairs.

Wang Xiaoma was indulging in the smell of the wind, and he was looking forward to a chuckle.

Do you want to be on the sofa? Although I have tried it, it is daytime now! Even if Wen Mian’s little girl went to school, wasn’t the blue sky and white day good? Hey Hey……

Let's draw the curtains later.

He thought so, his mind echoed with various "thrilling" scenes, waiting for a few minutes, but after a few minutes, the wind hadn't come down.

Wang Xiaoma sat up and looked at the stairs in disbelief. Suddenly, he remembered looking at the sofa next to him with wide eyes.

Lying down, the book is gone?

He crawled up and ran upstairs and ran upstairs, pushing open the bedroom door!

The coffin in the room lay quietly from there, and there was no one in the room, only the window was open, blowing Wang Xiaoma's face through the hall.

Wang Xiaoma: "..."

Oh shit!

Wenfeng jumped through the window and ran away! ! !

...

Since that incident happened yesterday, Wang Xiaoba has never spoken to Wenfeng again. How can he beat him, and Wenfeng will be next to him, just don’t explain, and often go out, even one day he goes to the toilet at night Found that the news around him was gone!

At that time, his heart just gurgled.

When it was over, the man became more and more indifferent, and went out frequently, sneaking out while his wife was asleep...

This Nima definitely has a situation!

Afterwards, what did Wang Xiaoma think wrong?

When An Kai came to his house to drink tea, Wang Xiaoma thought for a long time and asked him: "An Kai, you said, did you smell the wind... Have you had an affair?"

"puff--!!!"

Ankai took a sip of tea and all sacrificed to heaven. He coughed hard for a long time and stared at his eyes in disbelief. He looked at Wang Xiaomei as if he had grown two heads.

"An affair?! Who? Senior Wen?"

"Yes." Wang Xiaoma scratched his head embarrassedly. "Are you so shocked?"

"Why don't you be shocked?" An Kai said: "I suspect that except for you, seniors can't see their parents when they look at others. Do you know? As for his appearance, let him run errands, but you have seen Has he glanced at anyone more? Those wild bees Langdie didn't say in his eyes whether or not they had long breasts, it is estimated that in his eyes even the race is unknown!"

Wang Xiaoma twitched her lips: "...As for?"

"As for!" Ankai's headache-supported amount, "It's so **** impossible to hear the wind as much as possible. Absolutely impossible!"

"Ok……"

Wang Xiaoma sent Ankai away, and began to make a new plan, intending to catch the wind and make it appear!

So that night, he still had a cold war with Wenfeng, and went upstairs to sleep like a puffed mouth. He sniffed his arms and said softly, "Brother... I'm wrong, don't be angry with me?" "

"not good!"

Wang Xiaoma pushed him away coldly, pulled all the quilts on himself, wrapped himself into silkworm pupae, and snorted in the coffin.

I don't know how long time has passed, and Wang Xiaoba has really fallen asleep. There are soft things that sucked his ear tip, and then left, Wang Xiaoba was only awake.

He opened his eyes to a gap in the dark, and the dark coffin was gone.

Okay! Go out again!

Wang Xiao blew his face, and immediately crept out of the coffin to prepare for'caught up.'

He thought that the wind must have gone out, so he immediately went downstairs, but he did not expect the sound of something colliding suddenly in his ear, so he hurriedly squatted on the stairs handrail to sneak a peek.

There was no light in the dim living room, only the kitchen was on. Because it was an open kitchen, he clearly saw the smell inside.

Strange, is he hungry not to sleep at this late hour? So go downstairs every night to cook something?

Wang Xiaoba shook his head: No, the wind did not eat him, and there was basically no hunger. How could there be hungry sleep?

He continued to peek. The man with a naked upper body in the kitchen was wearing a apron with a sullen face. His silver hair was tied up. The light was shining from above his head. There was a small shadow in the eye socket, which made his face colder and brought it. Staring angrily at the pot in his hand.

The snow-white fingers held the handle of the pot, and the fire was not too hot, because there was no heat coming up.

After a while he dipped his contents with chopsticks and tasted a bite. His brows became pimples, and the book that Wang Xiaomei didn't read appeared again.

Wen Feng made a comparison according to the book, and began to cut something with the knife.

Smelling the weird smell of his nose, Wang Xiaoma's curious head was bald.

What is this for?

Finally, he squatted for a long time and couldn't hold it anymore. He walked past Zhengda brightly. He heard the sound of footsteps and looked at him in amazement. Then his face showed a distressed and helpless expression. After a few seconds, he sighed calmly. He smiled.

The long and narrow pupils bent slightly, sniffing at the corners of the mouth: "It was found."

"What are you doing? Secretly."

Wang Xiaomei frowned and walked in. He was surprised when he saw the things in front of him. The pot was filled with water-heated chocolate. Rows of intricate and loving-shaped molds of various colors were listed there.

Wang Xiao blew a corner of his mouth, took a close look at the book next to Wen Fengjin, and found that it was a pink and pink handmade chocolate tutorial.

"..."

Wang Xiaolao was so embarrassed: "No, what is this? You just tucked away in order to be a chocolate, and jumped out of the window to escape?"

"Ok……"

He smelled a little and coughed a few times, looking awkward.

"What do you do chocolate?"

He flipped through those things, sniffing the smell of the chocolate that was stuck on his nose. "You are all mushy. Moreover, a generation of devil masters make handmade chocolates at night, ha ha ha ha ha ha-"

"..."

The fiercely-known Demon King is even more embarrassed when he hears the big brother, and even there is so much dizzy and red in the ear!

Oh my God……

Wang Xiaoma looked at his ear tip and smiled more cheerfully.

Wen Fengjin listened to his laughter and tightened his lips, his dark eyes stared at Wang Xiaomao, and suddenly he laughed.

"Yeah, it's a bit inappropriate."

"Yes yeah—"

"But after all it's Qixi, I always want to give you something."

"Yes—what?!"

Wang Xiaoma looked at the sneer and sneered at the wind, and pointed to the chocolate in the pan, and asked with a start: "Do you want to send me handmade chocolates on Tanabata?!"

"Well." Wen Feng said: "But forget it, these things are not for me."

After talking about it, he would pick up the pot of chocolate and throw it away. Wang Xiaoba slowed down for a minute, ‘Oh! "Jumped up and jumped to his shoulders when he heard Wenfeng's back."

"Don't pour it! You are going to make me handmade chocolates! Wow-I drank this pot of chocolate today! Whoever poured it for me will be anxious!"

Wen Feng lowered her brows and said slightly: "You didn't mean..."

"I didn't say anything!" Wang Xiaoba interrupted him, pulled his face up seriously and leaned in from behind to hold Wen Feng's face and kissed him.

Four eyes are opposite.

Wang Xiaoma said one by one, "Old attack."

"Ok?"

"I **** love you."

"..."

The handsome man carried him on his back, revealing a gentle smile. At that moment, it seemed as if he had crossed the millennium to let Wang Xiaomei see the smiling face of the young man who had coquetted him.

Wen Feng said with a smile: "Well, I love you too, love to die."

Wang Xiaoba laughed on his back.

I touched a touch of chocolate on my fingertips, put it on the lips of the two, and finally stuck it together. I didn't know that I was swallowed into the abdomen.

The slightly bitter taste of burning, strangely with a strong fragrance, from the tip of the tongue to the lips and teeth, to the throat, and finally brushed the heart with a layer of warmth that is too sweet...

Sweet rest.

someone said.

"Happy Tanabata."

Someone back.

"Happy Tanabata."

[The author has something to say: catch the insect later, the liver will not move.

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