The lady who is a miracle doctor arrives and makes the general blush and his heart beats

Ye Zelin hugged Hua Fushu from behind, his gracefully curved chin resting on her neck and shoulders, and said softly: "Shu'er, I miss you."

The warm breath blew into the ears. It was just the most ordinary words. Hua Fushu blushed inexplicably. Was she thinking wrong?

Ye Zelin is asking for sex, right?

It turned out that she was right, Ye Zelin was just asking for sex.

Ye Zelin pecked Hua Fushu's ear gently, and then pecked it several times. Hua Fushu suddenly felt itchy, and her face looked like a ripe peach on a branch.

"Don't, don't, do this..."

Hua Fushu murmured, she was not used to Ye Zelin's teasing.

"No way." Ye Zelin smiled and asked knowingly.

He straightened Hua Fushu's body, faced him, and sealed her lips with a kiss.

"Well……"

"Well……"

Ye Zelin's kiss was caught off guard, and Hua Fushu didn't react for a while. It wasn't until Ye Zelin bit her dissatisfied that she belatedly cooperated.

The thunder aroused each other's desire, and the two kissed inseparably.

Hua Fushu was dissatisfied with Ye Zelin's taking the initiative and counterattacked fiercely.

Ye Zelin also did not allow Hua Fushu to gain the upper hand and refused to give in.

Finally, the kiss ended.

The two gasped for air.

Ye Zelin held the bedside with one hand and hugged Hua Fushu's waist with the other, his eyes never leaving the softness in his arms.

Hua Fushu hooked Ye Zelin's waist with one hand, and held her own rapidly beating heart with the other hand.

God knows how much effort they put into just one kiss.

She didn't look at Ye Zelin. This guy was very domineering in kissing, and he didn't even let her go.

If she wasn't about to suffocate, this guy wouldn't let her go.

Hua Fushu raised her head to look at Ye Zelin, but met his straight eyes.

How dare this guy keep staring at her while she was breathing, his eyes were like a cheetah examining its prey.

Hua Fushu felt a little frightened when she encountered such a look.

"Ye Zelin..."

As soon as she opened her mouth, he blocked her mouth.

As the world spins, Hua Fushu has been pressed onto the couch by him.

Inside the light gauze tent, the waves were turned upside down and the waves were turned upside down. It didn't stop until midnight.

Hua Fushu was lying on the inside, tilting her head and panting slightly, her face flushed and her hair messy.

Ye Zelin was lying on his side, with his upper body naked. Although he was a little thin, he was also refined. His chest was hard and the texture was clear, which made people think.

Such a good figure is hidden under the blue shirt and is not known to anyone.

However, Hua Fushu knew.

She has good skin, a good figure, and a great temperament. She likes this one.

"Would you like some water?" Ye Zelin felt happy and not tired.

Hua Fushu pulled up the quilt and covered her red-scarred shoulders, "No."

Ye Zelin asked again, "Are you tired?"

Actually, Hua Fushu was a little tired. How could she not be tired after being tormented by him for so long?

However, Hua Fushu didn't want Ye Zelin to think that she was tired because she couldn't stand his strong energy.

She said directly, "I'm not tired."

Ye Zelin didn't know Xiao Jiujiu in her heart, he just thought she was really not tired, "Continue later."

Hua Fushu's face changed slightly, and she shouted in her heart, God, please spare me!

How could she have so much energy to toss with him?

She gritted her teeth secretly, this guy was going too far, wasn't he? If she tried to cheer up his wife, he wouldn't know who he was.

Hua Fushu pushed Ye Zelin's chest and he lay down flat.

Lifting the quilt, Hua Fushu stood up quickly, crossed her slender legs, and sat directly on Ye Zelin's body.

Ye Zelin raised his arm and teased Hua Fushu's slender waist with his slender fingers. His lips curved slightly, half-smiling.

"Shu'er." His tone was surprisingly soft, as if he was calling for some treasure.

However, Hua Fushu didn't hear the deep affection in Ye Zelin's words and leaned down.

Ye Zelin showed a bright smile at that moment, but the next moment he frowned, showing a painful expression.

Yes, Hua Fushu's white teeth bit Ye Zelin's shoulder directly, and the faint smell of blood floated between Hua Fushu's lips and teeth.

Who allowed Ye Zelin to keep her waiting for so long during the day, and who allowed Ye Zelin to torment her so hard.

"Fu Shu?" Ye Zelin gritted his teeth.

Hua Fushu relaxed her mouth and didn't go down. She still sat on Ye Zelin's body and looked at the tooth marks on Ye Zelin's shoulder, "Zheng Zhengzang! How dare you make me wait for you for so long in the future."

Ye Zelin turned his head and glanced at the tooth marks on his shoulder, feeling a little confused about whether to laugh or cry.

He has only heard that the husband is the guide for the wife, but he has never heard that the wife is the guide for the husband.

How did this woman figure it out?

He didn't know what other thoughts she had in her mind.

"I don't want it anymore," Hua Fushu said.

"Madam, I don't dare to do this to my husband anymore. I promise there won't be a next time."

Ye Zelin apologized sincerely. He didn't know whether he was apologizing for making her wait for so long during the day, or for making her tired.

He glanced at the flowers, and the red spots on the fair collarbone were all traces of him.

Hua Fushu left him, and Ye Zelin lifted up the quilt and wrapped it around her, covering himself as well.

Ye Zelin hugged Hua Fushu, with a hint of shame in his deep eyes, and said warmly: "Go to sleep, I won't bother you anymore."

He knew that he had gone too far in tossing Hua Fushu. She was tired, but he still wanted it. Thinking about it, he felt a little less human.

The future is long, don’t rush for the moment.

The flowers bloomed peacefully in Ye Zelin's arms.

……

The sun shines through the window lattice and into the house, and a few new swallows sing on the sycamore tree.

"What kind of eyebrows do you want to draw, willow leaf eyebrows or distant mountain eyebrows?"

In front of the dressing table, Ye Zelin held a painting pen in his hand, preparing to draw Hua Fushu's eyebrows.

Hua Fushu asked him, "Do you know how to draw eyebrows?"

Hua Fushu obviously didn't believe Ye Zelin. He was the son of a noble family. Even if he was not pampered and raised by nobles and nobles, such things as eyebrow thrush should only be done by women. He, a grown man, would learn to draw eyebrows?

Ye Zelin said confidently, "I have learned it."

He had seen his mother draw eyebrows before, he had also seen Douzhi draw Ruhua's eyebrows, and he had seen various eyebrow drawing methods in a miscellaneous book.

Seeing Ye Zelin's confident look, Hua Fushu couldn't help but wonder, is this guy really good at drawing eyebrows?

She said abruptly, "Whose eyebrows have you painted on?"

Ye Zelin couldn't help but feel a little guilty. He had learned how to draw eyebrows, but he had never done it for anyone.

"I have seen my mother and Ruhua draw eyebrows, but I have never drawn eyebrows for anyone."

Hua Fushu finally understood. He had seen others draw eyebrows, but he had never actually practiced it.

Doesn’t this mean that you can’t do it?

She pointed at herself, "So, you plan to use me to practice."

Ye Zelin refused to admit it, "How could it be?"

How would he know if he could draw eyebrows without trying to draw them?

What if, the painting is very good.

What he gets on paper must be put into practice. Who else can he draw for except his wife?

Hua Fushu looked disbelieving, "I'll do it myself."

She really didn't believe that Ye Zelin could draw eyebrows well. If he drew them ugly, she would have to draw them again.