After the flash marriage, the fierce Jiuye kissed and hugged every day

When Wen Zhihe heard this, he said, "Do it again!"

No no no no! !

If it happened again, her waist would probably break!

Wen Zhihe stopped immediately and stayed obediently in his arms, not moving at all, as obedient as a quail.

The two of them just looked at each other face to face.

Fu Yuheng curved his lips, leaned closer to her face, kissed her, lowered his eyes to look at the person in his arms, and said in a deep and pleasant voice, "Good morning, my wife."

Wen Zhihe looked at him, blushing, and responded softly, "Ah Heng, good morning."

Although he liked to hear Wen Zhihe call him Ah Heng, he still wanted to hear a more intimate name.

Fu Yuheng pressed his sexy thin lips against her earlobe, and said in a low and hoarse voice, "My dear, can you call me husband?"

The hot breath sprayed on her neck, staining it with a beautiful blush.

But husband, these two words are so embarrassing!

Wen Zhihe was shy, and even though they had already done that, she was too embarrassed to say it out loud.

She hesitated for a long time but still didn't have the courage to shout out.

In order to hear the two words he had been thinking about, Fu Yuheng used a trick on the little white rabbit.

Without knowing when, one of his hands had already reached into the quilt, and as if equipped with a navigation system, he slowly groped his way into her clothes.

Wen Zhihe trembled all over. He was just like that last night. After experiencing it once, she already knew what he was going to do.

This man is like this in broad daylight, his face is thicker than a city wall! Last night he just kept holding it in his mouth, sucking and licking it, and refused to let go.

It made her feel so uncomfortable all over.

Wen Zhihe grabbed his flailing hands and said, "No."

Fu Yuheng shamelessly continued to tease her, exerting a little force with his fingers, and rubbed his lips back and forth around her earlobe, his voice deep and lustful, "What do you mean you don't want?"

Wen Zhihe's face flushed red because of him, and she couldn't help but let out a few soft hums from her lips. She kept panting, surrendering to him, and pushing with both hands, "Old, husband, don't, ah..."

When Fu Yuheng heard the two words he had long dreamed of, he was extremely happy, but his hands continued to move, from top to bottom, from slow to fast, and Wen Zhihe was trembling all over.

The tingling sensation eroded her limbs and bones, making her feel extremely uncomfortable, but the man kept moving. She slapped him, but it was useless. He continued to move until...

What a shame!

It's so shameful!!!

Wen Zhihe couldn't do anything to him. No matter how she hit him, he didn't stop, and even got more aggressive. Wen Zhihe's face turned red, and she kept scolding him, "Bad guy, bad guy, big bad guy."

Looking at the little rabbit under him with tearful eyes, that look made the evil fire in his body grow stronger and stronger.

He likes her, he loves her, and wants to be with her all the time.

Fu Yuheng couldn't bear it any longer and lowered his head to block her chattering mouth, "Well..."

After he kissed her lips, he kissed her earlobes and neck. He wanted to kiss every other part of her body. He wanted to kiss her...

Of course he did that.

All of Wen Zhihe's thoughts and rationality were taken away by him. Her head was dizzy and her whole body was as soft as a puddle of water, without any strength at all.

She lay in his arms, soft and boneless, allowing him to do whatever he wanted.

Fu Yuheng shamelessly did it again.

It was already past five in the afternoon when Wen Zhihe woke up.

She opened her eyes with great effort, and when she moved a little, her whole body felt like it was falling apart. She felt extremely uncomfortable, especially that area.

She looked around and found that she was the only one in the bedroom. She didn't know where Fu Yuheng had gone.

Wen Zhihe forced himself to sit up, his voice was hoarse and it was difficult for him to speak.

She wanted to drink some water, so she threw back the quilt and stood up. As soon as her feet touched the floor, her body went limp and she fell to the ground. Wen Zhihe screamed in surprise.

At the critical moment, a pair of strong arms hugged her waist in time so that she did not fall to the ground.

When Deng Wen Zhihe turned her head, she saw herself in his arms.

Fu Yuheng looked at her with a worried look on his face and asked, "How is it? Is everything okay?"

"Get out of here. I don't want to talk to you." Wen Zhihe punched him in the chest a few times with her little pink fist, trying to get up from his arms.

She is now like this, all because of him, this big bad guy in front of her! If it weren't for him, would she be so weak now! She can't even walk!

It's all his fault! It's all his fault!

Fu Yuheng didn't give her the chance. He just picked her up and put Wen Zhihe on the bed in a princess-like position.

He covered her with a blanket, then got up to pour some water. He came to her with the cup, sat on the bed, and handed her the cup. "Your throat is hoarse. Drink some water."

It would have been better if he didn't mention it. As soon as he mentioned it, Wen Zhihe's soft cheeks puffed up and she glared at the man in front of her, "Hmph! Big bad guy!" She turned her face to the other side and didn't look at him.

It means she is angry now, very, very angry, the kind that cannot be appeased ?? ? ? ? ??

Seeing how adorable his wife was, Fu Yuheng couldn't help but give her a kiss on her soft face.

By the time Wen Zhihe reacted, someone had already kissed her.

“You, you!”

Wen Zhihe stared at him, clenching her little pink fists tightly. She really wanted to punch him once. No, two punches, three punches, many, many punches.

Fu Yuheng smiled and said, "If you don't want to drink like this, your husband will help you."

Wen Zhihe knew what he meant, and quickly reached out to take the cup from him, "I'll drink it myself."

As he spoke, he held the warm cup in both hands, tilted his head back and gulped down a large glass of water. After drinking the water, his originally dry throat was finally relieved after being moistened by the water.

Wen Zhihe showed him the empty cup and said, "Drink it."

What it means is that the water has been drunk, so you should not do bad things.

Fu Yuheng took the empty cup and saw that her pink lips were stained with water droplets, sparkling. He reached out and gently brushed them with his warm fingertips, touched her face, and smiled softly, "How is it, are you comfortable?"

At first, Wen Zhihe didn't know what he meant by comfortable?

After thinking for a moment, she realized what was going on. Her face suddenly turned red, so red that blood might have dripped out.

This is too embarrassing!!

He actually had the nerve to ask!

How can this man be so shameless!

Wen Zhihe glared at him and said shyly in a small voice, "Stop talking."

Fu Yuheng approached her and said in a low and hoarse voice, "Does that mean you're not feeling well? It seems like your husband has to work harder tonight to make his wife feel comfortable."

The temperature on Wen Zhihe's face is enough to make pancakes, and it will happen again tonight!

This, this is the second time!

If it comes again at night, then she really won't have to get out of bed.

No, no, no, absolutely not!