704: C704 My Beloved Wife

C704 My Beloved Wife

"What cover?" Gong Mingchuan tried to pull open her blanket, but she held on tightly, unwilling to reveal her head.

Gong Mingchuan shouted. "Where have I not seen you before? Don't act like a turtle. . . "

Le Yuvyuv was instantly unhappy. She pulled down the blanket and revealed her head, "You are the turtle. . . "

Gong Mingchuan looked down at her red face and could not help but kiss her on her face, "The turtle kissed you. . . What should we do?"

What else could they do? Le Yuvyuv wrapped her hands around his neck. "I will kiss him back. . . "

She pressed a kiss on his lips and then looked at him with sparkling eyes, as if she wanted to look into the depths of his eyes. "Other than me, have any other women kissed you before?"

"Yes. . . " He sighed.

Le Yuvyuv's eyes immediately filled with a trace of nervousness, "Who?"

Could it be Big Sister? Ren Susu? Tang Wan?

"My mother. . . " His eyes revealed a mischievous look as he smiled at her.

Le Yuvyuv pursed her lips, "Disgusting. . . "

Even though there were many apprehensions in her heart, she still wanted to kiss him.

This seemed to be out of instinct.

She stretched out her hand and gently caressed his face.

There was not a single pore on his skin. It was so good that it was unbelievable. She touched his face greedily, and the tip of her green finger traced along his proud eyebrows and nose, landing on his thin cherry blossom lips. She raised her head and kissed him again.

His aura was overbearing and powerful. There was a kind of cold and intoxicating scent on his body. As soon as she touched him, the lines on his face tightened, as if she had aroused an even greater impulse and passion.

He kissed her madly.

However, she dodged and deliberately used her hands to block his thin lips: "Mingchuan. . . I heard that men with thin lips are all heartless. . . "

"Then I also heard that women with nose sticking out are thin-hearted. . . " He pinched her nose with his fingers. "Your nose is so straight and perky, no wonder you are so heartless. You made me chase you for so long, that's why you are loyal to me. . . "

He could actually feel her devotion?

They were always together less often, and now, they could finally be together! But why did she keep feeling that it was a dream, and that it was so unreal?

Perhaps bewitched by her dreamy expression, he could not help but have an impulse again. In this beautiful morning, he pressed her down and ate her again.

The feeling he had in her body was so fulfilling.

She finally felt enriched in the bottom of her heart.

It turned out that they were really together. It wasn't a dream. . .

Done. Yuvyuv shyly pulled up the blanket to cover his face, got off the bed, and ran to the bathroom to take a shower.

Gong Mingchuan threw away the blanket and naturally followed. . .

Le Yuvyuv stood naked in the bathtub and met him naked.

Her face was full of shyness, but his face was calm and calm, as if this was the most normal thing between a husband and wife.

He washed her hair and blew it dry, chasing her out of the bathroom.

Yuvyuv left the bathroom, while Gong Mingchuan stayed in the bathroom to take a shower.1

Yuvyuv put on her bathrobe and leaned against the wall to wait.

If he forgot to bring anything in when he was taking a shower, she could help him take it at any time.

She wanted to serve him so carefully.

Because just now, when he was washing her hair, it was as if he was treating his own daughter so gently.

At that moment, she actually felt a rare warmth.

Warmth. . . She had not felt it for a long time.

So, she also wanted to give him some warmth.

The warm air blew out of the mouth of the wind, and Le Yuvyuv's long black hair stretched out like seaweed.

Outside the window, it was snow white and the room was warm like spring. She was in a rare good mood and when she saw a bunch of tender yellow daffodils in the vase on the table, she plucked the petals and put them on her hair.

When Gong Mingchuan came out of the bathroom, he saw such a beautiful scene.

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