Thank you for Waiting, Mister Tang!

She hung on his neck, her face flushed, "Ye Mulin, this is the study room."

While kissing her, he laughed softly: "What happened to the study?"

She hid her kiss like a wolf and tiger, a little speechless, he was simply excited, and on the other hand he raised his little face and said intermittently: "Because of this... it is insulting to grace."

Ye Mulin laughed lowly, rubbed it with a kiss, then stopped, attached to her ear, "Shirley relax, eh?"

She was still lying in his arms and couldn't let go.

He coaxed her: "How can you do this, how can I come? Good..."

She lay on his shoulders, her voice was quiet, with a trembling: "Ye Mulin, go to the room."

She took a bite on his shoulder and didn't let it go. She cried softly. It was really too much to be bullied by him.

She cried and begged like this. He should be softhearted, but tonight he wanted to do fragrant things in such a sacred place. She cried and blushed, and the whole person was soft and soft, but even more A bit of fun.

He coaxed her with a kiss, "Hey, it will be fine in a while."

He bullied her while coaxing.

She bit her small teeth hard, and snorted for a long time: "Ye Mulin..."

She cried and begged him to go to the bedroom. He didn't want to, but found it very interesting.

She kept crying, and he coaxed at first, but later saw that she wasn't really uncomfortable, so he let her enjoy it...

Having kept coming like this, she cried and cried and then changed her tone, humming softly, her slender arms wrapped tightly around him.

Ye Mulin kissed her and whispered to the corner of her mouth: "It's so good."

His heart was hot, because at this time they were together again. After many years, if she finally became his wife again, thinking about it this way would lash her more rudely...

Everything calmed down, and she still hugged him and panted, with fine sweat on her forehead.

Her little hand gently stroked his heart, "Ye Mulin, you are too indulgent."

The tone is dissatisfied: "Your illness is good."

Lifting his face, his eyes are full of moisture, pitiful and sultry.

Ye Mulin let out a sigh of relief and smiled softly: "You didn't hold it tight just now."

He pressed her ear bones, and said softly and warmly: "Don't let me go, right?"

Bai Xueli bit her lip and squatted into his arms, her little hand punched behind his back, he smiled softly, "Isn't going back to the bedroom?"

There was grass in her heart. She wanted to go back to the bedroom, but she didn't need it now.

Kicked around on his shoulder: "Ye Mulin, I want to turn the book, and I will hand it in tomorrow."

"Don't you think our husband and wife matters are more important?" He chuckled and kicked the bedroom door, bullying her inside and out, and it was almost twelve o'clock when it was over.

She fell asleep with exhaustion, remembering to work when she was going to bed, holding the pillow and whispering quietly; "Yemulin, I slept for half an hour. You will call me later and pinch me if you don't wake up."

He lay halfway next to her, and kissed her little cheek: "Okay, the alarm clock is adjusted, I didn't sleep, and I will call you later."

His gentle and gentle voice was like a lullaby, and she fell asleep soon, with a peaceful smile on her small face.

His heart was soft, he watched quietly for a while and then got up and walked into the study.

Her notebook is still open, the original text book is also open, and there are reference books.