--The faint words are accompanied by the fragrance of peach blossoms, explaining the deep bitterness in his heart--
Peach Blossom Valley
Outside the wooden house
Through the lazy afternoon, a clumsy and moving pink figure can be seen.
A pair of chubby hands held up a freshly broken peach branch to cover his face, and he sneakily hid by the window lattice of the wooden house and squatted down.
Open the window lattice, then use a small stone to block the door, and put your little hand in and fumble based on memory.
Huh?
It's strange. Wasn't the rice paper she secretly hid last time placed here? How could it not be there? Could it be that her mother saw it and took it back to the dark pavilion?
While he was groping hard, a pair of dark eyes looked inside in annoyance.
Inside the room, the man's hand was holding his wife's hand tightly on the desk, and he lightly dipped the inkstone onto the white rice paper.
The woman had a clear face and a smile. She looked at the snow-white rice paper being stained bit by bit with inkstone, and the smile in her eyes became even bigger.
The man's slender and powerful left arm was tightly wrapped around his wife's soft waist, and his doting eyes were intense and hot. His eyes were staring at his wife's smile obsessively, and waves of body fragrance entered his nose and lungs.
A stream of dryness surged up from his Dantian, and the familiar dryness made the man's face turn slightly red.
His steady breathing was becoming more and more rapid.
"Jue, it's time to color." Jun Ziyan reminded him, leaning down to blow the wet ink on Xuanshi, looking at the ethereal peach blossom picture on the paper, a trace of pride flashed in his eyes, and the wolf hair in his hand lightly touched the peach inkstone.
, ready for coloring.
"Well, it's time to put on some color." Su Shase responded lazily, exhaling hot breath as he spoke, and his lips were close to her face, teasing her in a smooth and wandering way, instantly turning Jun Ziyan's face red.
"Hey, where is it in broad daylight? Are you right?" Before Jun Ziyan could say the word "Jing", the other party had already engulfed it all with a fiery kiss.
In an instant, the Langhao pen in his hand tilted, and a good peach blossom painting was ruined.
After the kiss ended, the two of them were out of breath, with the lingering fear of addiction in their eyes.
The woman's smooth cheeks are as red as plum blossoms, her spring eyes are misty and misty, and her charming eyes are as silky. The man's handsome face is full of sweet satisfaction.
The scents of each other are entwined, interpreting the deep affection and unspeakable sweetness.
Jun Ziyan suddenly remembered something and immediately looked down at the painting, frowning and regretting it.
Biting the corner of the irregular husband's lips, he gasped and said, "You have to pay for it. You ruined my painting. It took me a long time to paint it. Is it easy for me?"
This kind of ink painting is extremely difficult to master. She finally had a masterpiece of her own, but it was ruined like this.
"Okay, I'll pay for it, I'll pay for as long as you want." Su Shajue smiled seductively, and straightened his wife's body across his thighs.
Hey, he actually deliberately misinterpreted her meaning.
Jun Ziyan grunted and prepared to run away, but as soon as his feet left the ground, he was restrained by the man.
As soon as he turned his face, a full and lustful kiss fell on her snow-white neck, sucking her passionately until her hot skin bloomed with gorgeous stamens, then he moved away and broke the kiss.
His hands touched the silk on her shoulders, and his fingertips slipped into the blue silk. The cold feeling made his heart palpitate.
Junziyan was somewhat moved by her husband's enthusiasm.
Having been married for many years, there is nothing to be embarrassed about doing this kind of thing, but if you do it in broad daylight, you will always feel guilty.
Coupled with the relationship with the children, it is natural to have some restraint, for fear of being accidentally bumped into by the children, which will cause embarrassment.
Just as she was about to reach out to stop her, her waist had already been loosened, and the man's hot hands were already covering her waist. The touch of ice and fire made her accidentally squeal.
The kiss was attached again, lips and tongues entwining and adhering to each other, and the temperature of the body continued to rise with this intimacy.
On the mahogany chair, two bodies hugged each other tightly, airtight.
The belt was lightly untied, the clothes were half exposed, and the wife's snow-white skin was exposed to the cool air, glowing with a faint fragrance.
The jasper hairpin was pulled out, and the thick silk black silk was draped over the shoulders, covering the snow-white back. The slanted shoulders revealed the delicate and sexy collarbone.
The boneless catkin was limply clinging to the man's shoulders. His face was cold and charming, and the lotus leaf pattern on the peach brocade bellyband on his chest was exuding the ultimate allure at this moment.
The man's eyes suddenly turned pale, and dryness spread all over his body, causing him to growl unbearably.
The kiss covered her with force, and the kiss that could still be gentle and controlled had turned into a frenzy and obsession, eager to untie the restraints on her body.
He threw a Xuanmian belt and peach brocade bellyband to the ground. The passionate kiss continued, and his reason fell apart.
Suddenly, there was a sound of gasping in the ears, and Su Sha Jue Tan's eyes were like swords and he shot vigilantly, when he saw Qing's moving little figure.
Su Shajue almost fell off the mahogany chair. The unlucky child actually——
He glanced at his wife, who was getting better and better, and Su Shajue's little head was looking out the window. He couldn't tell whether to laugh or cry. He pressed his thick chest against his wife to block her sunshine.
He moved his hand to the desk and picked up the wolf-hair pen. With a flick of his finger, the wolf-hair pen flew like an arrow off the string.
The kid who was watching happily and horrified outside the house was suddenly hit in the nose by a sharp object passing through the rice paper on the window pane.
Only an ouch was heard outside, and the little figure outside the house fled in panic.
As soon as the kid outside the house ran away, the two people inside the house were inseparable from each other.
Ambiguous voices and sexy growls filled the room.
When everything returned to calm, Junzi Yanxiang's sweaty body was hugged tightly by the man. At this time, she only felt paralyzed and weak, and asked helplessly: "Who is the kid snooping outside the house just now? Is it that stinky girl Yiyi?"
?” The soft voice is as charming as silk.
The man frowned in embarrassment, feeling very amused by his little daughter's prying eyes.
I really don't know if I should confess honestly. If I really confess, the unlucky child will definitely be beaten and punished again.
After thinking about it, Su Shajue finally decided that it would be better to "make everything prosperous".
He bit his ears and said, "If you don't pay attention, I will punish you. Just punish you and change your posture to enhance your feelings." The ambiguous words are full of ulterior motives, and the charming smile brings harm to evildoers.
"..." Junziyan heard the words, and his speechless forehead was covered with drops, and his lips twitched.
At this time, there are only two words in my mind, and that is "色Embryonic".
*
Running in chaos, the little girl kept her head down and ran as hard as she could, as if there was a savage beast behind her.
"Yiyi, your declaration——"
"Ouch!"
By accident, her foot was tripped by a stone, and the little girl's body fell hard on the boy.
Nianqi was accustomed to being attacked from time to time, but this time it was unprecedented - -!!
I saw the two little kids on the ground talking to each other, staring at each other with big eyes and small eyes.
The peach blossoms are in full bloom, as ethereal and beautiful as snow.
It feels soft and pink under the lips, and a light fragrance fills the nostrils.
The young man's face was now as red as red. He turned his face vigorously, and his lips had left Yiyi's soft lips. An indescribable feeling of loss made him a little confused.
When the distance between the two separated, the young man asked nervously: "Yiyi, why are you running in such a hurry?" I really don't understand why she keeps falling when walking.
Hearing Brother Nianqi's voice, Yiyi's innocent eyes rolled around, and finally fell on his moist mouth: "I, I just saw my father and mother -"
Instantly, the scene of mother and father mouth-to-mouth in the study appeared again in the little head.
Suddenly, a tickling feeling made Yiyi's face turn red.
Before she could answer the other party's question, she picked up her skirt and trotted away, whimpering in her heart: Wuwu - she didn't want to be bitten and chewed by others. Just now she heard her mother screaming in her father's arms. It must be hurting.
She didn't want Brother Nianqi to treat her like that.
Sitting on the ground was a boy with a stupid look on his face, staring blankly at the pink figure of the girl trotting.
At this moment, something seemed to be melting and cracking in the young man's cold heart.
*
In the distance, the young man in the wheelchair was silent, holding a letter in his hand, and his face turned ashen.
The cigarette-haired man squatted in front of the young man, stretched out his hand to touch the young man's cold face, and begged: "Han'er, just listen to your uncle for once, okay?"
A long while!
The young man smiled bitterly: "Okay!"
The peach blossoms are in chaos, and the cold fragrance floats in the wind!
The faint words, accompanied by the fragrance of peach blossoms, explained the deep bitterness in his heart.