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    Extra (2) Sweet post-marriage extra~

    A gust of wind blew in from the bedroom, the white window screen danced, and a yellow apricot leaf fell on the balcony with the wind. The smell of autumn hit my face, and I could smell a little bit of osmanthus, which was really nice.

    The person on the big bed in the bedroom slowly opened his eyes, his eyelids trembling, his delicate face still looking sleepy.

    The light in her watery eyes flashed, and the thing under her body woke her up for half a moment, and a cold voice came from above her head.

    “Are you awake?” Morning’s voice was a bit hoarse and particularly seductive.

    She pushed his chest, buried herself in his arms and muttered, the smell of lust filling her nose.

    “Coming out, it feels so uncomfortable.”

    Those big hands touched their joint, and he held her naked body tighter and asked her, “Can you tighten it?”

    There were too many things in his stomach, and he couldn’t hold them. He shook his head, and there were tears in his uncomfortable eyes.

    He casually picked up the soft plug on the bedside and touched it under his body. The moment he pulled it out, he used the soft plug to block the liquid inside.

    “I want to pass it out, it’s so uncomfortable,” she said again.

    “But I want to have a child.” His voice was aggrieved, and he lowered his head and licked her neck. “Why not yet? I want to have a child with you. Baby, please help me.”

    She sighed, “Go away, no, one night is enough.”

    He raised his head and smiled. The two tiger teeth appeared to her every morning in the early morning. He smiled so hard that he showed his upper teeth, as if he didn’t know how white his teeth were.

    “How about we come again tonight? Every night.”

    She was sleepy and uncomfortable, so she closed her eyes again, “It depends on your mood.”

    The man jumped for joy, “Then it’s settled.”

    What did you agree with him?He wouldn’t listen to her anyway, he would always use a thousand languages ​​to trick her into going to bed and letting him fuck her obediently.

    “Baby, where’s today’s medicine?” His tone was still cheerful, like a child begging for candy.

    Opening her eyes, she met those burning eyes that almost burned her.

    Climbing up to his neck, the man obediently lowered his head, kissed his thin lips, and moved in. The other person’s response was enthusiastic, and he wanted to devour her. In this kind of thing, he would always have the upper hand.

    After the kiss, the two slowly let go, and the silver thread connecting them was broken.

    “I’ll take you to take a bath. There are sweet-scented osmanthus cakes to eat today.”

    She nodded in his arms, too tired to move.

    Downstairs, on a lounge chair in the garden, the woman was wearing a plain white dress. The gentle breeze blew, causing the hem of her skirt to fly. The sun was not very strong in the morning, and the autumn wind was particularly comfortable.

    The leaves of the apricot trees also fell down, the scent of osmanthus became stronger, the floral fragrance on the tip of the nose became stronger and stronger, and the sound of the wind blew in my ears.

    She opened her eyes and stretched out her hand to pick up the fallen osmanthus flowers on her face. The yellow flowers bloomed particularly brightly, and she was so beautiful that she didn’t want to take her eyes away.

    There were footsteps behind him, and he raised his wrist, swallowed the sweet-scented osmanthus on her fingertips, and licked her fingertips with unsatisfied desire.

    “Baby, don’t stare at it for so long, I’ll get jealous.”

    So you have to eat it?

    She stretched out her delicate arms and pinched his face. The smooth skin felt particularly good to the touch.

    “Idiot, what if there are bugs in that thing?”

    “No.” He bent down and rubbed her palms, especially intoxicated by the warmth from her palms. “The osmanthus flowers that my baby can pinch are all insect-free.”

    I didn’t know what to say to him, so I looked into his hand and asked, “Where’s my sweet-scented osmanthus cake?”

    He took out the plate behind his back. On it was a yellow osmanthus cake in the shape of a cherry blossom, sprinkled with some dried osmanthus for decoration. His hands were so skillful.

    She picked one up with her slender fingers and put it against her mouth. She opened her mouth and bit into the soft pastry. The tip of her nose was filled with the more fragrant scent of osmanthus.

    It tastes good and smells good.

    After eating three in one breath, he took back his hand and licked his fingertips with a happy smile.

    “I still want to eat,” she said.

    The man raised his eyebrows and approached her, “Give me the medicine and I’ll give it to you.”

    She curled her lips and remained silent when the bell at the villa door suddenly rang.

    “Is Mr. He there?” The postman called from outside the door.

    She smiled softly and took the plate in his hand, “Go and sign for it.”

    He stood up straight and turned around with a smile on his face.

    When he walked to the door, his smile suddenly flattened, and he showed an expressionless expression of displeasure.

    Opening the iron door, the postman outside saw this man every time he came. Every time, he was so frightened that he wanted to run away, but he still endured his attitude and handed the newspaper respectfully with both hands.

    “Hello, this is your…”

    He pulled the newspaper directly with his big hand.

    “Get out!”

    He lowered his voice in anger, and was so frightened that the postman nodded hurriedly and rolled away on his electric bicycle.

    This is the Nth time this month that he has been scolded, and he doesn’t know who lives here.

    A private villa must not be a common person. Are wealthy people with such bad personalities?

    He closed the door and turned around, the corners of his mouth raised in a gentle arc again, and walked towards the garden.

    “Baby, the newspaper you ordered has arrived.” He bent down, leaned close to her face and rubbed it, as if the angry look just now had never appeared.

    Lin Yin kissed the side of his face, handed him the sweet-scented osmanthus cake, took the newspaper, and opened it rustlingly to read.

    He Zecheng sat next to her, picked up the sweet-scented osmanthus cake and put it to her mouth, smiling lovingly at her, although she did not turn around to look at the smile.

    She bit off the pastry and asked, “Did you go to the murderer’s house again just now?”

    “Who asked that guy to interrupt us?” He puffed out his mouth angrily, showing no signs of being angry just now.

    Lin Yin turned to him and smiled softly, “Be good, be nice to others next time. After all, it’s not easy to deliver newspapers in such a remote place.”

    He smiled slightly, confirming his attitude towards scolding him next time.

    Scold him to death.

    She rummaged through the newspaper and found what she wanted to read.

    Pointing to the news above, he said to him, “Your painting has won another award. Are you happy?”

    “The happiest thing is when your baby is my model.” He smiled with two tiger teeth, which was so sunny that it made people’s hearts beat, but she had long been indifferent to it. She had tasted such sharp things many times, and it was a sharp weapon.

    She turned around and continued reading, but the newspaper was taken away.

    Lin Yin smiled helplessly, “Is it possible that you still want to eat the newspaper?”

    “No.” He put down the pastry, approached the corner of her lips, and stared at the lines on it in confusion, “Eat you.”

    She licked the corners of her mouth, her meaning obvious.

    Like a vicious wolf, he pounced and bit her, but he clearly restrained himself and softened his strength. He kissed her delicate red lips and swallowed the taste of the sweet-scented osmanthus cake inside. His desire to tear her apart slowly calmed down in the kiss.

    She hugged his neck and cooperated with his kissing skills. After a long time, she was loosely clothed and let go. Her eyes were staring at him blankly on her rosy face.

    His hand reached into her middle, and she tightened her legs and his hand.

    “Be good, as long as you obey, I will give you everything.” She coaxed patiently.

    Lying on her chest, he began to breathe quickly and acted coquettishly in a muffled voice.

    “I’m very obedient, baby, give it to me.”

    She raised her red lips and said, “Let’s talk tonight, whatever you want.”

    In one sentence, he was so excited that he fainted.

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