Forward the drawn husband

Naturally, I forgot how rigid the relationship between the two of them was at the beginning.It's just that after a long time of love, the two of them gradually reached the day when they trust each other.

The two of them snuggled together on the sofa in a rare atmosphere, and Qianjun didn't mention the matter of continuing to work. Weizhe's little face, which was gradually falling asleep, gradually leaned against Qianjun's belly, and the sound of even breathing brought a Wave after wave of hot air sprayed on Qianji's sensitive skin. He lowered his head slightly, not paying much attention to it, but regretted that he couldn't kiss his little lover in this position.

When the conscientious old butler Jonathan came up, he saw this scene from the open door.

The tall and handsome man leaned slightly on the sofa and slept soundly. On his lap, a young man like a milk cat curled up, revealing only his graceful neck and a pair of white and moist feet. His eyes were covered He held a big hand, as if he was worried that the light would affect his sleep, that big hand looked very gentle.

This picture made Jonathan couldn't help but quietly took out the camera without the young master's permission for the first time, and with a click, he kept all the tenderness and tenderness he had been waiting for in this room in the eternal picture.