Allow her to be pampered

Full of sweetness.

Chi Rong fell into the water intact, but he never thought that Wu Qingzhi followed closely behind.

Thus, the deep kiss just now was only separated for a mere moment, and then it was closely continued again.

Wu Qingzhi tasted countless kinds of sweetness, the stuffed candy in his mouth, and the stuffed candy on his lips.

The soft flesh cracked during the bite, and the gurgling honey liquid overflowed wantonly. Chi Rong was the candy with a filling that was cut by love.

"Chi Rong, so sweet."

Wu Qingzhi's eyes were deep, and there was a dark fire in his eyes, "Chi Rong, I don't want to leave."

After returning home, before going to bed, Chi Rong had already changed into a little nightdress with lace trim.

This time, the two of them were deeply immersed in hot water, as if they were cooking and tormenting, burning to the bone.

The hazy white gauze skirt was soaked in the color of water along with it, becoming as transparent as possible, with even more faint hints of peach color.

Wu Qingzhi's Adam's apple slid up and down a few times, with heavy and profound movements: "Chi Rong, will you drive me away?"

The words were soft and soft, as if coquettishly begging and persuading.

His limbs propped up in the water moved slightly, and then waves of water began to ripple.

The hot and humid waves hit Chi Rong's heart directly, and it was the turn of the physical body just now.

For a moment, Chi Rong only felt that he was drowning in deep water, ups and downs, unable to escape.

Chi Rong murmured: "...I won't chase you away, don't leave."

After finishing speaking, it was a journey of heaven and earth, and turbulent waves swept all limbs and bones.

How could it be so hot? Is it because the hot water in the bathroom is evaporating, or is it ignited by lust, endlessly.

Chi Rong was like a little snake peeling off its skin in the water, nervous and cowering, every inch of skin exposed would cause waves of trembling.

But she should be more like a piece of bonbon, the secret is exposed, the honey juice flows into the water, and melts in the water, sticky and entangled.

The postures of the two were intertwined, and the pair of slender hands with well-defined joints bent her and opened her again.

Chi Rong seemed to be drowning, and in the panic, he could only cling to Wu Qingzhi, so the two fell together.

In this way, Wu Qingzhi's hoarse and restrained voice rang in his ears: "Chi Rong, I won't leave again."

Chi Rong was dizzy, the corners of his mouth were glistening, and his eyes were misty.

So she nodded slightly and snorted softly, "From now on, only I can miss you, you can only please me, and you can only be my guard dog."

Immediately, the waves were rough and hot water was splashed.

The high-temperature fingertips brushed the small bones of the wrist, the water waves were silent, and the smell and light were completely wiped out.

Only the sense of touch becomes more and more sensitive in the midst of being lost.

The physical body seemed to be cut open from the inside, there was no resistance, but an uncontrollable panting.

The honey juice of the bonbons is flowing even more.

Chi Rong couldn't hold back anymore, so she called out in a low voice: "Wu Qingzhi, I—"

He said softly, "It will hurt."

He finally fell into that deep-buried trap, unable to extricate himself, and also unable to extricate himself.

The flame is gathered in one place by limbs and bones, rooted under the secret and delicate soft skin.

In the dark night, in the tide, the flowers bloom and moisten like the sound of rain.

It will hurt, it will hurt very much, Chi Rong wants to scream.

But when he opened his mouth, he couldn't utter anything, so he could only babble, like a small animal, struggling in circles.

The tide spread, Wu Qingzhi turned her upside down, and buried the news in the dark.

"Chi Rong, do you like me, will you always like me?"

"...Hi, I like..."

Wu Qingzhi's kiss fell on Chi Rong's wet eyelids, light and light, as gentle as promised.

"Chi Rong, you treat me best."

Then, they return to the hustle and bustle of the world again.

The bath water was slightly cold, but the bodies of the two of them were extremely hot.

Chi Rong curled up and sank in the water, her lace gauze skirt half-removed, and from Wu Qingzhi's angle, she could just see the small scarlet mole on the back of her neck.

He kissed Chi Rong's hair, and then carefully picked him up from the water.

"Chi Rong, don't drive me away from now on."

Wu Qingzhi hugged Chi Rong, stood up slowly, and held the slender waist with warm hands.

Chi Rong looked back with watery eyes like white rabbits, and groaned: "I can't walk anymore."

Wu Qingzhi laughed dumbfounded.

Earlier, when he was learning to ride a bicycle, Chi Rong had already complained about Wu Qingzhi's overly tall height.

Right now, he is enjoying great treatment.

With a hook of Wu Qingzhi's arm, he supported Chi Rong's knee socket, and hugged her tightly to his chest.

"Why don't you play tricks on me today?" Wu Qingzhi chuckled slightly, his eyebrows and eyes slightly curved.

Chi Rong said nothing, just hugged Wu Qingzhi's neck and got out of the water.

She was wrapped in several layers of bath towels by Wu Qingzhi like a zongzi, and she wiped again and again with a snort, before she put on a loose shirt and sat on the edge of the bed.

This is Wu Qingzhi's shirt, which was still hanging on the high hanger in the room just now. It was originally the clothes for commuting tomorrow.

This time, the shirt was draped over Chi Rong's body, dangling empty, making her even more petite and small.

Chi Rong rubbed his red eyes, pursed his mouth, but was speechless.

She actually—

It's a fact that they really became husband and wife with Wu Qingzhi!
Chi Rong's brain was disconnected, and he was dizzy. His white and pink hands tugged at the hem of his clothes, until they covered his red-stained thighs.

After Wu Qingzhi finished cleaning the bathroom, he walked out in a leisurely manner.

But seeing him tilt his head on purpose, as if he was sniffing, he said softly: "What madam said is very true, the perfume really doesn't smell good, your smell is good."

Snapped!
After Wu Qingzhi finished speaking, Chi Rong pulled the goose down pillow and threw it over.

Chi Rong blushed, gritted his teeth, but blamed Wu Qing for not doing it, so he could only act wildly and unreasonably.

Chi Rong screamed: "Smelly rascal! Disciple! Meng Lang! I hate you! I hate you! I hate you!"

On that side, Wu Qingzhi accepted Chi Rong's attack confidently, and immediately smiled knowingly, his eyes full of love.

"Chi Rong, but I like you."

He came slowly, tapped Chi Rong's lips with one finger, and whispered, "Chi Rong, if you scold me again, I like you too."

The night was getting darker, and Chi Rongchu went to Wushan Yunyu for the first time, and he didn't have any more energy for making trouble.

Then she lowered her head, like a resting flower bud, the color was still on her face, she was full, but her expression was quiet.

Wu Qingzhi turned off the light at the bedside, Chi Rong tossed and turned from the warm light, and finally fell into a warm embrace.

She was lying in Wu Qingzhi's arms, listening to the endless beating of her heart, and gradually felt sleepy.

Wu Qingzhi hugged Chi Rong carefully, and said softly, "Chi Rong, let's make up the wedding."