Quick Travel: The heartthrob beauty is forced to open for business

Today is the annual Valentine's Day and also Fang Chiwu's wedding anniversary.

In the early morning, the sky was bright outside the window, and a ray of sunlight penetrated into the room through the cracks in the curtains. Messy clothes were scattered on the pure white soft carpet, and two figures faintly moved past the big bed.

Fang Chiwu opened her hazy sleepy eyes and looked directly at the beauty of the flourishing world. Her unconscious brain was completely on standby. Hey, it is such a sweet trouble to see his wife's face every day when he opens his eyes.

Although he was thinking this, his handsome brows and eyes were filled with happiness and love. His calloused fingertips gently rubbed the white and tender skin under his hands, and a delicate and soft hum came into his ears. Fang Chiwu Chong He smiled and kissed her pouty red lips lovingly.

The pink cheeks were as delicate as ripe peaches, which made Fang Chiwu’s teeth itch and couldn’t help but get closer and take a bite.

The sound of mua makes people blush.

Having an erection in the morning and feeling the changes in his body, the handsome young man looked at his wife reluctantly. He had tired her last night, so let her have a good rest.

Gently and carefully, he lifted his arms from his slim waist, tucked the thin quilt in, and headed straight to the bathroom with careful yet hurried steps.

For a moment, the sound of rushing water came from the bathroom.

Accompanied by a faint low and hoarse voice.

Perhaps the voice was a bit loud, so Jiaojiao turned over on the bed, rubbed her face like a kitten, and fell asleep again.

Time ticked, the sound of water in the bathroom finally stopped, and with a click, the door opened.

There was only one bright light on in the bedroom. The thin and handsome young man wiped his wet short black hair with one hand. Drops of water slid along the broken hair on his forehead, past his delicate collarbone, and flowed all the way to his chest full of muscle lines, and finally fell on On the pure white bath towel around the waist.

The light shined on his handsome side face, his dark dog eyes were a little less cold, his thin lips were pursed into a line, and his whole person exuded an aura of dissatisfaction.

"Achi, is that you?"

Muning drowsily moved to the position next to him, not feeling the familiar heat. He frowned, opened his eyelids with difficulty, and saw a tall figure standing not far away, and whispered.

"Sister, it's me, why are you awake? Did I wake you up?"

Hearing his wife's soft voice, Fang Chiwu ignored the half-hanging bath towel around his waist and almost hurriedly walked to the bed, not knowing that he looked so shocking now.

Muning was dazzled by the honey-colored skin in front of her. A hint of shame flashed through her eyes, and her tone was shy and coquettish, "You woke up, but you didn't wake me up. Why did you take a shower so early in the morning?"

While speaking, her unnatural movements of touching the bed were caught in Fang Chiwu's eyes. A smile flashed in his eyes. He rubbed her soft belly and felt the delicate touch of the bulge under his hands. He thought of something again and the expression on his face. Satisfied, he said softly, "It was a bit hot when I woke up early, so I took a shower."

"Sleep a little longer, sister, it's still early."

Muning snuggled into his arms. Hearing this, she raised her eyes to look at him, feeling a little uneasy. He wouldn't forget what day it was today, would he?

With this in mind, she said after careful consideration, "Do you know what day today is?"

How could Fang Chiwu not see what he meant by kissing his wife? The stupid wife couldn't hide her thoughts, and all her thoughts were written on her face for everyone to see clearly.

Muning would bite her lower lip unconsciously when she was nervous or hesitant. He put his fingertips against her lips to prevent her from biting them.

She couldn't bite her lips and couldn't move her fingers, so she could only stare at him softly.Fang Chiwu let out a chuckle in his throat, lowered his head and looked at her seriously, with endless tenderness and affection lingering between his eyebrows and eyes. He curled up his lips and said in a mysterious way, "Well... what day is it..."

Muning looked at him eagerly, listening to him hanging her, so lazy that she was so angry that she wanted to break away from his arms.

Too much, this person actually forgot!

Fang Chiwu also knew that she had gone too far, and quickly hugged his wife's slender waist. Her voice was gentle and comforting, "I was wrong, sister, I shouldn't have joked. Today is Valentine's Day, how could I not know that?" .”

After a pause, he raised his head and looked directly into Muning's eyes, put his red lips under her gaze, and whispered in Muning's ear, "Happy Valentine's Day, sister, and happy wedding anniversary to you."

Muning had a bad feeling in her heart. She turned over and wanted to escape, but her ankles were grabbed. Fang Chiwu's eyes were hot and fascinating, which frightened her. Before Muning could say anything, he Her tone was lingering and sticky, "Good sister, I feel uncomfortable, please help me."

A white and tender arm with dense marks on it stretched out from the quilt. The next second, it was clasped by the fingers of a pair of warm and slender hands and pressed back into the quilt.

The sobs and subtle struggles were suppressed, and the silent bedroom was filled with an ambiguous atmosphere.