Sick Master Fu's little flirtatious tits are fierce and sweet

She used her magic power, and the silver streamer leaked out, pulling at the heart veins of the masked man and the body of the wraith.

Almost fighting, a black mist was pulled out.

It is the body of the Wraith.

Wen Xiaorou held the cloud of black mist in her palm, and twirled her slender and white wrist.

With ease, he crushed the body of the wraith.

The black mist blows away with the wind.

Wen Xiaorou turned to face the body on the ground, clasped his palms together, and silently recited a spell of transcendence.

Fortunately in misfortune.

The god's supernatural spell can bless him with a safe and smooth next life.

After doing all this, Wen Xiaorou's face became calmer.

She turned around and walked towards Fu Hongyun.

Fu Hongyun has been leaning on the car, listening to the little girl very much, and waiting for her obediently.

The sunlight shone down and sprinkled streaks of bright golden light, dripping on the man's body, coating him with a dazzling yellow halo.

He was tall and straight, leaning slightly, leaning lazily against the car window, with black hair and red lips, and there were still some blood stains on the corners of the curved mouth, which added a touch of enchantment to the extremely beautiful lip shape.

The world is vast, but Fu Hongyun's beautiful peach blossom eyes only reflect the figure of a girl.

That figure was petite and charming, very slender, with a waist so thin that it was not as big as a man's palm, as if a gust of wind could blow the little girl away.

It looks so delicate.

But Fu Hongyun knew it well.

The little girl is tough.

She is confident, open-minded, beautiful and strong, and can protect herself well.

This made Fu Hongyun very happy.

When he was by her side, he was her god.

When he is not around, she is the sky by herself.

With a wife like this, what can a husband ask for?

Fu Hongyun smiled at the corners of her brows and eyes, and he smiled at her with love and tenderness in his eyes.

Wen Xiaorou raised her eyes, looked at the extremely handsome man, received his scorching gaze, and smiled sweetly.

She walked towards him with cheerful small steps, facing the bright sunshine.

To his side, she threw herself into his arms.

Holding his waist, Yingying smiled.

Wen Xiaorou arched in Fu Hongyun's arms, pressed his small head against his chest, hugged him stickily and acted like a spoiled child, her little milk voice was soft and waxy.

"husband……"

Fu Hongyun responded in a low voice: "I am..."

The little girl hugged him even tighter, her little face pressed against his broad and strong chest, rubbing back and forth.

Like a cute and cuddly kitten.

Fu Hongyun leaned over and lowered her head, kissing her hair top with infinite tenderness.

He held down the little girl who was twitching in his arms, even though he was extremely reluctant, he still supported her shoulders and pushed her away from his arms.

Wen Xiaorou stood up straight, her soft face was full of dissatisfaction, and her small red mouth was pouting.

"what?!"

"Why won't my husband let me hug you?"

"People just want to hug you!"

The little girl glanced sideways at the big palm on her shoulder, raised her head, and looked into the man's deep eyes, which were full of grievances.

Fu Hongyun's heart skipped a beat.

God!

It's that look again.

Clear and pure, with grievances.

Looking at him without blinking.

Every time the little girl showed this expression, Fu Hongyun's heart softened into cotton candy.

Want to love her, love her, pity her.

I still want to ravage her morbidly!

Wen Xiaorou stared at the man with big eyes, pouted, and said coquettishly, "Hmph!"

"I want my husband to hug me!"

Fu Hongyun's eyes, which were as black as ink, dimmed for a moment, and there was a storm in his eyes.

His thin lips were slightly parted, and his voice was hoarse: "I am dirty."

"I'll hug you when I get home, okay?"

The man's snow-white shirt had already been soaked in blood, and it was sticking wetly to his body.

Pure white mixed with blood red, it clings to the man's body, outlining a lean and firm outline.

It was supposed to be a scene that was filthy and unsightly, but because of the man's perfect figure, it showed a strange and glamorous beauty.

Full of fatal attraction.

Fu Hongyun pushed Wen Xiaorou away, just because she was afraid of staining the little girl's dress and her innocence.

Wen Xiaorou looked at the blood stains on the man's body, then bent down to look at the straight little white dress on her body.

Calm expression...

The protective barrier she just set up has not been eliminated, the man's blood has not stained her body, and the little white dress is still clean and tidy.

Wen Xiaorou frowned slightly as she looked at her clean little skirt.

She stretched out her little hand and gently stroked the blood stains on the man's body.

rub it on yourself.

A bloody palm print suddenly appeared on the white little skirt.

Obtrusive...

Seeing her movements, Fu Hongyun was taken aback.

Wen Xiaorou raised her head to look at him, her eyes were shining, she looked very happy.

"Don't be afraid of being dirty, don't be afraid of being dirty."

"Now I'm dirty too."

"Don't dislike either of us!"

Seeing her trying her best to beg for a hug, Fu Hongyun smiled helplessly.

He rubbed her soft hair, stretched out his long arms, took her into his arms, and held her tightly.

He put his hands around the little girl's waist and rubbed her vigorously, as if he wanted to rub her into his body.

Fu Hongyun pressed against her earlobe and took a breath gently.

The ears are a sensitive part of a little girl, every time Fu Hongyun gets close to her ears, it will give her a shiver that makes her addicted.

The little girl in my arms was trembling again.

Also whimpered.

Pure and flirtatious...

Fu Hongyun leaned against Wen Xiaorou's fair and small ears, caressing her auricle with her lips as if inadvertently.

The numbness hits directly into the heart.

The little girl trembled even harder.

Her earlobes are red, like two bright little cherries, making people salivate.

Fu Hongyun kissed the little cherry, and took a light bite.

Wen Xiaorou: "Well..."

She leaned softly in his arms, shaped like a pool of spring water.

Fu Hongyun wrapped her arms around her waist and locked her in her arms.

With that little cherry in his mouth, he played tricks: "Do you like hugs from your husband?"

Wen Xiaorou blushed and said in a shy voice, "I like it!"

The most beloved woman is soft in his arms, and it is inevitable for a man to... have wild dreams.

The little girl buried her head in the man's arms regardless, turning a deaf ear to everything around her.

Fu Hongyun glanced at the wide road, feeling a little helpless, restraining her emotions.

He pressed his tongue against the back molars: "Go home!"

Hearing the word "go home", Wen Xiaorou finally reacted.

She also wants to go back to her fragrant and sweet home at this moment.

Wen Xiaorou stood up straight, took Fu Hongyun's arm and put it on her back, so that he could save some effort and walk by her.

Fu Hongyun patted her head, and said in a warm voice, "Good boy, don't think of your husband as weak, your husband is not so weak."

His trauma has healed, and after a short rest, he has recovered by [-] to [-]%, but he still feels a little dizzy.

Caused by excessive blood loss.

Wen Xiaorou raised her eyes to look at him, and anxiously defended: "I don't think my husband is hypocritical, I know my husband is in good health, very powerful!"

It was obviously a serious concern, but when she said it, she realized something was wrong.

Suddenly, the little face flushed.

Fu Hongyun kissed the blush on her face, picked her up by the waist, and held her in his arms.

His movements were swift and violent, causing Wen Xiaorou to cry out coquettishly.

"Honey, what are you doing?"

Fu Hongyun leaned over and kissed her lips.

"Go home, bridal chamber."