Break the ring for her!Paranoid Mr. Huo after marriage, he pinches his waist and pets him

There was a slight movement, but it was like thunder from the sky suddenly resounding in my ears.

Huo Shichuan rolled his Adam's apple patiently, breathing heavily and hotly.

Maybe it was because the light in the room was a little dark, and it was the first time for Tang Suiwan to untie his belt, so his movements were a little slow and unfamiliar.

Where is it stuck.

Let her bend down subconsciously, wanting to see clearly.

Soft palms rest on firm thighs with tense muscles.

She only knelt on a low stool to maintain her balance.

Don't even have to do much.

As long as he raised his hand and pressed lightly.

Tang Suiwan would suddenly lose his balance.

The soft white face is completely pressed down, making intimate contact.

--Hold.

It was the first time Patriarch Huo cursed hard in his heart, and for a moment he didn't know whether he was teasing Tang Suiwan or torturing himself.

The muscles in the waist and abdomen were completely tense, and Huo Shichuan suddenly raised his upper body with his hands.

Tang Suiwan was caught off guard, still frowning to study how the belt got stuck.

Huo Shichuan, whose posture was suddenly changed, moved, and his entire face hit the man's abdominal muscles.

It was scorching hot through a thin layer of shirt.

Before she could dodge, her waist was suddenly grabbed by a big hand.

Suddenly, the world turned around, and Huo Shichuan picked her up by the waist and put her directly on his lap.

He hooked her neck and kissed her deeply.

Urgent and eager, with irrepressible enthusiasm.

Whether it's the arms tightly gathered around the waist, or the hot palms that slid into the corners of the clothes.

It was still the force of pressing down on the lips, preventing people from avoiding and imprisoning the hand on the back of the neck.

Tang Suiwan separated his legs and knelt on the soft chair, as if sitting on Huo Shichuan's lap.

It's bowing your head, and being wanted wantonly.

The impatient and fierce movements also ignited the ignorant impulse in the body, like water droplets rolling down a scorching hot pot, making noise and steaming.

The back of the neck was reddened by kneading, and it was full of heat, which made the body also ignite from the inside out.

Tang Suiwan's eyes glistened, and he half-opened to look at the man in front of him.

His thick eyebrows were tightly frowned, with strong desire and dissatisfaction.

Eyelashes drooping to hide the dark eyes, sinking like a dark river, surging with deep love.

His moods fluctuate with him.

Inexplicably clear and sweet gushed out of his heart, Tang Suiwan softened his waist and sent himself into Huo Shichuan's arms.

The delicate and soft voice that has not yet been uttered floats in the throat, like the ripples on the surface of the water, it is swallowed up in an instant.

To be desired too much.

The base of the tongue also had a dull pain and a little numbness.

Tang Suiwan was powerless to refuse, her fingertips softly curled up in her palm, touching Huo Shichuan's chest.

But he heard the man hum unconsciously.

With a little pain.

Things that had been left aside suddenly came to mind.

When Huo Shichuan finally let go reluctantly, Tang Suiwan didn't bother to take a few more breaths, and he was obviously limp, as if he was trapped in the cotton pile.

Still insisting on doing it, to open Huo Shichuan's shirt.

Huo Shichuan didn't move, nor did he stop him.

Let Tang Suiwan see his cold white chest clearly, and also see the thin red decorations in his eyes.

It is a rose, with delicate and trembling petals, lying across the heart.

She should still be recovering, and the surrounding skin still has a light red color.

"You..." Tang Suiwan wanted to question.

His eyes raised up, then trembled again, and he swallowed back the words he was about to say in a daze.

With the shirt opened wide, at the bottom of the messy neckline, below the man's collarbone, there was a string of English written in cursive script.

No, it's not English.

It's the pinyin of her name.

The jet-black tattoo is engraved on the cold white texture, and the last stroke draws up a small tail, and a small fox flicks its tail with only three or two strokes.

"You look stupid?" Huo Shichuan narrowed his eyes to look at her, and slowly combed Tang Suiwan's smooth hair with his fingertips.

The tone is relaxed, and there is a humorous mood, "Is it because you are hard to see?"

Tang Suiwan glared at him.

There is a very clear and light redness around the eye sockets, I don't know if it was just kissed out.

Still... crying.

"When did you get the tattoo?" She pursed her lips, with a nasal voice.

As if giving up on himself, he wrapped his arms around Huo Shichuan's neck and buried his head.

Don't let people see the expression on your face.

Huo Shichuan still had the same contemptuous tone, and said slowly, "What's the matter, it won't be really ugly, right? I look okay."

"When... just when I got busy, grandpa cared about grandma. I thought, when we get old, we will always walk hand in hand. There is no such chance."

"Then put my little rose pattern on the heart, and my little fox tattoo on the tip of the heart."

"You can tell at a glance that I belong to Wanwan."

"... Huo Shichuan, you bastard."

Huo Shichuan sighed, "Yeah, I'm such an asshole, this body is Wanwan, and I didn't report it, so I did it without permission."

"It's better to think about how to punish me every night."

Tang Suiwan was lazily in Huo Shichuan's arms, listening to his nonsense echoing, wanted to laugh, but when she rolled her eyes, tears overflowed, and she secretly rubbed against the man's warm chest.

When she raised her head, except for the red corners of her eyes, she couldn't see anything unusual.

Raising his hand and grabbing Huo Shichuan's face, Tang Suiwan asked seriously, "Why do you answer everything?"

Huo Shichuan carefully studied her expression.

Hearing this, he raised his eyebrows and smiled slightly, rubbing the wet and soft corners of his eyes with his soft fingertips little by little.

The little mole was burning, as if it was going to be pressed into the flesh and blood.

"No way, you are my sweetheart."

"Why else?"

"Coaxing you."

……

The bottom half of the shirt was still tucked into the suit pants, but it was already loose and wrinkled, making it unreadable.

The belt was barely hanging on his waist, and it had just been pulled by Tang Suiwan resolutely, and he almost pulled down his pants.

Huo Shichuan stood in front of the full-length mirror, looking at his miserable appearance with great interest.

Turning to look at Tang Suiwan behind him.

"Baby, you've been ravaging me for a long time."

Tang Suiwan's ears were red, and he felt guilty and short of breath, "You, don't talk nonsense!"

What is devastation.

Obviously you are in love and I am willing to be in love with each other, stealing chickens and dogs, chickens and dogs... Bah, bah, bah!

"It's you who don't abide by masculinity and seduce you indiscriminately!"

Huo Shichuan smiled lazily, and with all his strength, he casually pulled open the shirt that was still tied with the last two buttons.

The round and small buttons fell apart in an instant, and fell to the ground lightly, almost silently.

Tang Suiwan met the man's upturned eyes, and suddenly had a bad feeling, turned around and wanted to run.

In the next second, the snow-white shirt fell off.

The overwhelming cold sandalwood swept over.

The cufflinks collided with a crisp jade sound.

Accompanied by the man's slow and elongated ending voice, "Wanwan doesn't like this shirt, I gave it to Wanwan."

"Wear whatever you want."

"Only shirts are fine."

Tang Suiwan pulled the shirt off indiscriminately, with a clear vision in front of her eyes, only to realize that Huo Shichuan had walked gently in front of her.

The muscle lines are smooth and clear, the abdominal muscles are undulating, full of hormones.

And the shallow scars that can only be seen when you get close, together with the gorgeous tattoos, show off unscrupulously on the cold white and flawless texture.

With broad shoulders and a broad back, standing in front of you can easily block most of the daylight.

Tang Suiwan clenched his shirt tightly and stammered, "You, what else are you going to do?"

Huo Shichuan's eyes were slightly hooked, with an intoxicating smile on his face.

Then give it a light push.

Tang Suiwan suddenly lost weight and fell into the soft chair.

The shirt was like a flower, fluffy under the cover, and pressed on the legs.

And Huo Shichuan, wearing only a pair of suit pants, did not hide his arrogance at all.

Kneeling and half-kneeling, he grabbed Tang Suiwan's leg.

Because it was indoors, she only wore a pair of fluffy slippers.

Being dragged by Huo Shichuan, he shrank timidly.

In the next second, the ankle bone was slightly moistened.

The extremely familiar string of bodhi beads rolled onto the delicate ankle.

The man raised his eyes lightly, meaning, "Just like before."

wearing his shirt.

Wearing his Bodhi beads.

lying on his bed.

Fascinating and fragrant.