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

Wen Xiaorou lay softly and obediently in Fu Hongyun's arms, pillowing his arm.

There was pinkness on her fair face, and her misty eyes were shimmering and filled with a soft and trembling light.

The lower lip was congested and slightly swollen due to the broken skin.

The color of the little girl's lips deepened, and the original cherry pink lips turned crimson.

Juicy, red and attractive.

She timidly and openly invited Fu Hongyun to kiss her.

Fu Hongyun put her fingers on her lips, with a doting smile on her handsome face.

Looking at the girl in his arms, his deep pupils became darker and darker.

His gaze was fixed on the bright red sweetness, his Adam's apple rolled up and down, and his voice was hoarse.

"kiss you!"

The moment the lips touched, numbness, joy, joy, and pleasure all lingered in my mind.

More so, greed.

Just a sticker is not enough.

Fu Hongyun wanted more.

Unconsciously, his big palm on the little girl's waist exerted force, pinched her waist, and lifted her up, bringing her closer to him.

Before the kiss could be deepened, a pair of small hands fluttered on Fu Hongyun's chest.

Wen Xiaorou clenched his hands into fists and hammered his chest.

Fu Hongyun let go of her lips.

The little girl's mouth was red, and the sound of the little milk was full of unresolved heat, and the ending sound rolled up.

"don't want……"

"My mouth hurts."

Her voice is soft, sweet and milky, like a squeamish bag.

The man's heart was trembling when he heard it.

Fu Hongyun suppressed restraint in her deep pupils, looking at the wound on her mouth, there was a faint tendency to bleed again.

He replied in a low voice: "Okay..."

Fu Hongyun looked into the little girl's eyes, stared into her clear eyes, and said earnestly: "Hey, don't bite your lips next time."

"Speak out if you want to."

"it does not matter."

"No patience required."

He wants her to speak up.

He fell in love with her tenderness.

Listening to his words, Wen Xiaorou blushed with shame.

She buried her face in his arms and said in a voice like a mosquito, "Mmm..."

The corner of Fu Hongyun's mouth raised a beautiful arc, rubbed her little belly, and asked intimately, "Does your stomach still hurt?"

The warm big palms covered her lower abdomen, relieving the discomfort of the pain in the lower abdomen.

Wen Xiaorou put her little hand on the back of his hand, in a beautiful mood: "My husband won't hurt once he touches it."

In fact, she didn't feel much pain at all.

But she just likes to shout pain to Fu Hongyun.

Fu Hongyun is not here, she is fine.

Once around Fu Hongyun, she likes to exaggerate.

At the slightest discomfort, she likes to lie in his arms and moan and cry for pain.

She doesn't even need to speak, she only needs to hum, and the man will come up to him and take care of him.

Hold her, kiss her, comfort her.

Find ways to make her happy.

Wen Xiaorou is really, too obsessed with this feeling.

Infatuated to addicted.

Addicted to the point of being unable to extricate themselves.

As the seventh princess of the Fairy Spirit Kingdom and the youngest daughter of her mother, Wen Xiaorou has been doted on since she was a child.

The stars grow up like the moon.

There are countless people who love her, and she has been growing up with all kinds of pets.

But the love Fu Hongyun gave her is unique.

Fu Hongyun put his palms on her stomach, and gently massaged and kneaded.

A trickle of heat flowed through the man's palm and into Wen Xiaorou's body.

The discomfort in my stomach is disappearing.

Wen Xiaorou rested on his lean and strong arm, closed her eyes, and squinted comfortably.

Fu Hongyun's ink eyes are full of concern: "Roubao, can you still film?"

In fact, he wanted to say, stop shooting, go home and rest.

But he didn't say it.

The little girl had already done her make-up and hair, and she came over neatly dressed, and she seemed to want to continue filming.

After all, Fu Hongyun didn't have the heart to spoil her interest.

Wen Xiaorou opened her eyes, drooping her eyelids, her long eyelashes drawn down, looking at the man's big hands who were massaging her.

In a low voice: "I want to shoot."

Fu Hongyun replied softly: "Shoot..."

He was still a little worried: "If there is something uncomfortable during the filming process, you must stop immediately!"

Wen Xiaorou nodded obediently: "Okay, listen to my husband."

Fu Hongyun bent her lips and smiled, pinching her cheek: "Obviously I listen to you."

Wen Xiaorou smiled embarrassedly: "Let's listen to each other."

The two were intimate as if no one else was around, and the others were also very winking, and they automatically retreated far away, leaving all the space under the parasol to the young lovers.

The filming proceeded in an orderly manner, and after the other people's scenes were filmed, it was Wen Xiaorou's turn to play.

The little girl jumped off Fu Hongyun's lap, light and flexible.

She cupped his face and kissed him loudly.

"Thank you husband, the pain is gone."

Fu Hongyun kissed her face back: "No thanks..."

Wen Xiaorou waved at him: "I'm off to work."

After speaking, he ran away with cheerful little steps.

That pretty figure gradually walked away, Fu Hongyun reluctantly looked away.

He took out his mobile phone and entered a line of words in the search box.

All kinds of...advertisements popped up on the screen...

[Brand professional gynecological hospital, specializing in the treatment of various dysmenorrhea. 】

[XX Hospital, your first choice for dysmenorrhea. 】

[Seeing a girl with dysmenorrhea, what department should she be admitted to?Link to gynecology! 】

……

It was the first time Fu Hongyun searched for this kind of thing, but he didn't expect that all kinds of colorful pop-up windows came out first.

His eyes were gloomy, and his jade-like face was gloomy.

Searched around, but didn't seem to find any useful information.

Fu Hongyun called his personal doctor.

When the phone rang for the first time, the other party answered.

Fu Hongyun: "What should I do if a girl has a stomachache?"

Doctor: "Clinically speaking, there are many types of stomach pain. They can be divided into upper abdominal pain and lower abdominal pain according to different parts of the pain. Which part does this girl have pain in?"

Fu Hongyun: "Lower abdominal pain..."

Doctor: "There are many clinical types of lower abdominal pain, specifically..."

Fu Hongyun interrupted him directly: "It's just a girl... the pain of being a child."

A doctor's meal...

Master Fu personally asked about dysmenorrhea tips! !

Breaking news! !

A moment of silence.

The doctor continued: "If a girl is in severe pain, it is recommended to come to the hospital."

Fu Hongyun glanced at the water-blue figure.

The little girl was jumping up and down learning how to dance swords with her martial arts instructor.

A long sword with a sharp green glow was held in her hand, and she danced vigorously.

The little girl got excited and performed a 360-degree somersault.

Fu Hongyun: After waiting for a while, the other party still didn't reply. The doctor asked anxiously, "Mr. Fu, is the girl okay? Is the pain serious?"

Fu Hongyun: "It's not serious..."

Doctor: "If it's not serious, it is recommended to drink more ginger and brown sugar water, and be careful not to drink cold ones."

Fu Hongyun whispered: "Ginger brown sugar water."

Then hung up the phone.

Fu Hongyun looked at the little girl who was dancing with a sword, and dialed the phone.

The sound of ding zero zero sounded.

Wen Xiaorou answered the phone: "My husband..."

She looked in the direction of the parasol, and the man was watching her from a distance.

Fu Hongyun's voice was gentle: "My dear..."

Wen Xiaorou: "Here you are obediently."

Fu Hongyun: "I'll leave for a while."

Wen Xiaorou: "Why?"

Fu Hongyun: "Go back and cook ginger and brown sugar water for Roubao."