You are as naughty as an appendix

On the wedding night, Tong Xiaoxiao tricked Duan Ran into the storage room and locked it up, happily took off the bridal attire on her body, and replaced it with the groom's attire corresponding to Duan Ran's wedding attire.

Humming a ditty, Tong Xiaoxiao took out the key and opened the door, Duan Ran sat motionless on a bag of rice.

"Miss~"

"Tong Xiaoxiao, what do you mean?" There was a hint of anger in Duan Ran's cold eyes.

"Of course, be good," Tong Xiaoxiao caressed Duan Ran's forehead with her hand, "I'm afraid you'll change your clothes~"

This person in front of him is acting coquettishly, how can he have the little bit of suit and leather shoes in the company, who looks like a dog?

"Don't act like a baby, talk about something." Duan Ran's tone was still cold.

"We don't have to play in this outfit~" The spring on Tong Xiaoxiao's face was almost rippling like small waves.

"No."

"Please~"

"No."

"Just this time~"

"Tong——" before Duan Ran could say anything, Tong Xiaoxiao's thin lips sealed it back in his stomach.

Tong Xiaoxiao picked up Duan Ran, and the latter's legs wrapped around Tong Xiaoxiao's waist honestly.

"Puchi—" Tong Xiaoxiao bit Duan Ran's ear narrowly, "Don't you want it?"

The redness spread from the ear clips to the whole body, Duan Ran panicked with embarrassment, and patted Tong Xiaoxiao's chest lightly, in Tong Xiaoxiao's eyes it was just a reproach.

"Talk and body integrity."

Tong Xiaoxiao acted obediently when she got the advantage, and pinched Duan Ran's waist with her hand, which immediately drew Duan Ran's resistance.

"Let me go down!"

Duan Ran shook his legs, trying to break free from Tong Xiaoxiao's restraint, but Tong Xiaoxiao's big hands held his butt tightly.

"Ask it if it agrees."

When Tong Xiaoxiao's deep and hoarse voice exploded in his ears, Duan Ran realized that Comrade Xiao Xiaoxiao had already stood up and saluted.

Regardless of Duan Ran's resistance, Tong Xiaoxiao carried him back to the room, threw him on the big bed covered with white rose petals, and pulled his tie habitually.

Huh?

What about the tie?

Oh, yes, today's wedding dress without tie.

Tong Xiaoxiao leaned forward and trapped Duan Ran under her body: "Madam, is your heart happy today?"

"Unpleasant." Duan Ran was still stubborn.

Tong Xiaoxiao's hand came down from Duan Ran's face little by little, brushed over the chest that rose and fell with breathing, brushed over the thin waist, stretched all the way to the thigh, lifted the fabric, and caressed Duan Ran's smooth skin with her big palm. abdomen.

"It's okay, I'll make you happy soon."

**

an hour later.

"Is the lady happy at this time?"

Duan Ran turned her head away from looking at him.

"It seems that the lady is still unhappy, my husband understands."

As soon as the words fell, Tong Xiaoxiao's big hand touched Duan Ran's abdomen again.

"Yueyueyue!" Duan Ran immediately surrendered.

"Ran Ran."

"Ok?"

"Your skin is so good, it's white and tender, just like a piece of tofu."

"What kind of metaphor is this?" There was a hint of disgust in Duan Ran's cold tone.

"Always makes me want to eat."

Tong Xiaoxiao turned over again and pressed Duan Ran under her, without any shame...

What should the wife do if she dislikes herself on the wedding night?

Do it until he is satisfied.