Thank you for Waiting, Mister Tang!

She was pressed by him, struggling and screaming, in fact, she knew what he liked.

So the more she struggled and screamed, he clasped her finger and kissed her deeply, so that both of them couldn't bear it, but he stopped and stared at her condescendingly.

"What's the matter?" She was a little overwhelmed by his gaze, and the little hand pulled his shirt button with affection in her eyes.

If she had been like this before, he would never let her go, but at this time Ye Mulin had remembered what his father had said, and he had thought about all the details carefully.

The look of his deep frowning was also very good-looking, she lay down, gently stroking his brows and eyes with her white fingers, and looked at him carefully.

Ye Mulin looked back, looked at her, and smiled lightly: "Why look at me?"

She held his neck: "What were you thinking about?"

The expression on her face is too cute, she is completely immersed in love. He looked at her and smiled slightly: "Thinking about our childbirth."

When he mentioned this, she couldn't help but protested, "I didn't say that I would have a baby. Didn't I agree?"

Ye Mulin kissed her and kissed arbitrarily, her ten fingers clasped tightly to her, and the kiss made her almost breathless. Then he asked her lowly: "Now, are you willing?"

Rice insects looked like water and bit their lips: "I don't want to."

He rectified her right on the sofa, and she hugged him in a scream, her voice trembled: "Ye Mulin, you are crazy and your illness is cured, and you have to take medicine."

"Stop eating." He panted low and kissed the corner of her mouth lightly.

What medicine do you need while she is here?

Her pupils were dilated, she looked at the handsome face that was slightly distorted by the passion in front of her, and she didn't dare to look and closed her eyes.

He refused, and muttered in a low voice: "Shirley, look at me."

He copied her back, hugged her whole in his arms, holding her sweetly with a trace of pain.

Ye Mulin knew at this moment that love was sweet but sour and even sour, but no matter how sour and astringent, he couldn't bear to let it go.

When he was passionate, he firmly held her hand and gently spit out the emotion that was always easy to show: "Hold your hand and grow old with you."

She looked at him with wide eyes.

He couldn't bear such innocent gaze, he lowered his head and kissed her, and his hand clasped her strongly, just as he intervened in her life strongly...

Life and death, between the ups and downs, she vaguely heard his mutter--

"Bai Xueli, don't let it go easily since it started, you know?"

She seemed to understand.

And he didn't want to say more, just kept occupying her.

In terms of the physical strength of a patient, it would be too good...

When the matter was over, she lay in his arms and drilled in: "Cold."

Ye Mulin held her in one hand and a cigarette in the other, smoking afterwards.

Bai Xueli smoked, and angrily took the cigarette **** off his lips: "You said you want to be pregnant, you still smoke."

He asked twice just now, but there is no measure.

Ye Mulin looked at her wrongly.

Michong said angrily: "You didn't use that just now."

He did not pipe the cigarette, but gently touched her lips: "Are you talking about tricks?"

She was furious: "Contraceptives!"

"Is there a difference?" He smiled, and squeezed her face: "But if you are willing to give birth, we will do it a few more times, maybe we can get pregnant soon."