Thank you for Waiting, Mister Tang!

Xueli Bai was well dressed, but she was soaked in water and held in his arms like this.

He was like that...clean.

She was a little uncomfortable, and after earning a little, she whispered, "Ye Mulin, let me go first, OK?

He stared at her little face, his voice hoarse, "Not good."

After speaking, he kissed her: "Say, do you still think you are like your dad?"

The thin lips moved behind her ears and kissed, "Can your dad give you this feeling?"

She couldn't bear him being so nasty, and turned her face against his shoulder: "Stop talking."

He smiled, "I thought we needed to make it clear."

She hooked his neck and kissed his chin: "Didn't you...think about that? Why do you keep saying these things?"

Ye Mulin's thin lips moved over and kissed her lips, and then no one said to let them go, only the sound of kissing——

He took her out, kissed her on the wall of the bathroom, and turned on the shower. The hot water quickly warmed the wall and was very comfortable.

Xueli Bai was a little uneasy, struggling, her voice was low, "Ye Mulin...Don't torture me like this!"

He kissed her, his voice drenched with boundless Yuwang, and because of this he became particularly fierce: "I love you."

He stopped kissing, nibbling at the corner of her mouth, "Shirley, I love you."

She just wanted to say something, but she frowned and then started to cry softly.

Her little hand beat his shoulder, crying low: "Yemulin, let me go, it hurts, I don't want it."

She was in pain, he should be distressed, but he wanted her to remember this feeling, remembering that his love would be sweet and painful, and he wanted her to feel his pain...

On the first day of the new year, Bai Xueli was really tortured and begged for mercy all the time. He was distressed but still happy.

Just like when they were just married, he likes to play rough.

Finally everything calmed down. She was still crying on the bed, her white face buried in the pillow, her eyelids were slightly swollen, pink, her long eyelashes trembling lightly, and there were two drops of crystal on it. Teardrop.

Ye Mulin covered the past and kissed her eyelid: "Is it uncomfortable?"

Her face was buried in the quilt, her voice was full of nasal sounds, and she was still angry: "Go away."

He smiled softly, "Really want me to go away?"

As she said, she squeezed her soft face: "Really willing?"

He was already neatly dressed, but she was still lying there in a mess, looking very embarrassed, and she didn't have the strength to get dressed or take a bath.

At this time, he was still so nasty, she knew very well in her heart.

Gritting his teeth, glaring at him with his head sideways: "Ye Mulin, you are too disgusting."

He smiled, sat on the bedside and dragged her body into his arms, covering her body with a thin quilt.

His voice is hoarse: "May I rub it for you?"

"No." Her voice was aggrieved, ‘Yemulin, don’t touch me. Have you heard it? Don’t touch me again. ’

He smiled lowly, but he still touched the place where she had endured him. He rubbed gently and the voice was very gentle: "Does it still hurt?"

She was initially angry because he was too bad, but now he is so gentle lying in his arms, her anger has disappeared, and her voice is low and hoarse: "Much better."

She said that her thin arms hugged him childishly, and deliberately angered him: "Don't think that you are not like a dad-level person after doing it a few times."