The bathrobe slipped off gently, caressing her perfect body lovingly. From Feng Zhihe's tender moan, Tang Yuyao could feel that she was willing to do so, and he did not force her...
When love finally sublimated, the two hugged each other contentedly, silently, and the deep love floated throughout the room...
Night is always so beautiful.
In the early morning, a ray of golden sunlight shines through the bright glass window and shines on a bright red bed sheet, making it particularly conspicuous.
Even though it was still early morning, the summer sun was still dazzling.
"Um……"
Feng Zhihe blinked his big eyes, turned over slightly, and put his little hand on Tang Yuyao's mouth.
"What is it? Is it a delicious breakfast?"
It was slippery on the mouth and felt very comfortable. Tang Yuyao opened his eyes and bit into his hand. He was about to swallow the little hand in one bite before he realized something was wrong and hurriedly sat up: "Hey! I thought it was Italian bread.
, it turned out to be the hand of a little witch. However, the texture of this hand is much better than Italian bread..."
"Ha ha--"
As soon as the laughter arrived, the door suddenly opened. Han Ranran walked in with a bad smile on her face: "Hubby, are you living a good life? Sister Zhihe's hands can be eaten as Italian bread."
When did the little wife come back?
Looking at Han Ranran with a smile, Tang Yuyao awkwardly let go of Feng Zhihe's little hand: "Hey... you have discovered this... I was having breakfast while dreaming just now, isn't this-"
"Tch!" Han Ranran pointed to the blood stains on the sheets, pouted her lips, and rolled her eyes: "Only a ghost would believe you! I just ate something good last night and are you hungry so early? Is it because you are overworked?
?”
"Well……"
Isn’t this too straightforward?
Tang Yuyao wanted to explain, but the truth of the matter was still what Han Ranran said. Feng Zhihe wanted her six times in one night. Tang Yuyao originally cherished her for the first time and didn't want to do that. But Feng Zhihe insisted on it, and added the demon
Tang Yuyao couldn't bear the temptation of Ji Rongmao and Mount Everest, and he went crazy all night.
"Ranran, you...are you back?"
Hearing the sound, Feng Zhihe, who was sleeping soundly, also woke up. The pain in her lower body reminded her of what happened last night. At this moment, her face was blushing with embarrassment and she did not dare to raise her head when speaking.
"Yeah." Han Ranran nodded, then walked to the bedside with a smile, took Feng Zhihe's little hand and said, "Sister Zhihe, how are you? Does it feel comfortable? Is it as wonderful as I told you?"
"..."
Feng Zhihe was speechless, glanced at Tang Yuyao secretly, and dove into the sheet.
If Han Ranran keeps talking like this, I'm afraid he won't be embarrassed. Tang Yuyao shook his head and said angrily to Han Ranran: "Ranran, Zhihe is very tired now, you want to ask if you can change the time? Really?
, it’s all about the brain!”
Han Ranran was immediately unhappy: "Who can do things with more brains? Humph, you want to say that I have big breasts and no brains, right? You've said that to me before!"
Speaking of this, Han Ranran pointed at Feng Zhihe under the thin sheet: "But, my breasts are not as big as Sister Zhihe's, right?"
It is true that Han Ranran's breasts are already big, but compared to Feng Zhihe, they are still a little smaller. Otherwise, Tang Yuyao would not call Feng Zhihe's breasts Mount Everest.