Chapter 57

Gu huaimo didn't say anything more to her. He only said it once, just once.

She walked over and opened her quilt.

She glared at him and turned away from him.

Gu huaimo sat down, pinched her chin in one hand and poured ginger soup in the other.

She took a sip, spit out her tongue and spit out the ginger soup.

"Gu huaimo, what's the matter with you? You're sick." why should she drink these spicy soup.

He took a big sip, bowed his head, fiercely sealed her mouth and handed her the ginger soup.

Seeing if she dared to vomit, Wei Zi hit him on the back with both hands. It was like tickling for him. It was not threatening at all.

He fed the ginger soup, pressed her shoulder with one hand, took another gulp with the other hand, bowed his head and kissed her lips.

A bowl of ginger soup is not much, but a few mouthfuls have been fed up.

But the lips never left.

Kiss and suck her tender, sweet and smooth lips, so delicious, so that he wants to go deeper, kiss more and more.

Wei Zi's struggle became smaller and smaller. He held her head in his hands and kissed her so deeply.

Lips and teeth are intertwined with each other's breath.

She has his taste, he has her taste, she is as sweet as wine, which makes him want to be so intoxicated.

Reaching out to lift up her clothes and hold her thin waist, it was so thin and small, and her skin was as smooth and tender as jade. Suddenly, I wanted to break the delicate waist, but after all, I was also pity. I lightened my strength and gently stroked it.

Wei Zi was very sad and quietly shed tears.

He thought it was a matter of course to change her wish, without any guilt. Although Wei Zi was a little girl without identity, she was a person after all, not a flower on the balcony. She had no heart, no thought and no pain.

If he wanted to kiss him, he would kiss him overbearing, whether she wanted to or not.

She used to be stubborn and easy to shed tears, but when she was weak, she also flowed in front of him several times.

Let go of her, tearful eyes and swollen lips are still so attractive.

"Stop crying."

But her tears flowed more happily.

He doesn't like looking at women's eyes. To be more honest, he doesn't like seeing her cry and choking in his heart.

"Cry again and I'll kiss you again."

Wei Zi immediately put away her tears, raised her hand to wipe them away, then pulled up the quilt and wrapped herself up.

He who is still shaking in the quilt must be crying.

Alas, when will the little girl grow up? He's a normal man.

Over the years, he is also the first woman, which makes him have strong needs and desires.

He took a cold bath. Now he has a wife and a wife. In fact, it's no different.

"Wei Zi."

She shouldn't. take a nap.

"Give me some quilts, or I..."

She suddenly jumped up and threw the quilt to him with red and swollen eyes: "here you are, here you are, all for you. I Wei Zi is just a obedient and dispensable person."

He grabbed the quilt and frowned.

"Wei Zi, don't talk to me like that in the future."

"You are my uncle, I know."

He raised his face: "sarcasm is not allowed."

"Hum."

"What are you doing?"

"Watch TV, No."

"No, what time is it and don't go to bed."

"It's only ten o'clock. You have to sleep. You sleep by yourself." she's different from him. She's still young. Isn't it just the beginning of young people's night.

Well, he doesn't care about her in general. Let her order. She's in a bad mood today.

In fact, when she ran out, he was very worried and asked someone to follow. It was good to know that she cried and let it out. Wei Zi was more rational than he thought, although he knew that she was timid and obedient in the open and flying in the dark.

He likes it very much. She is angry with him and quarrels with him. Such a living and such emotion will make his life not like stagnant water.

Look, who was crying and not sleeping just now is not lying on the sofa whistling and falling asleep.

He sighed and got up to take her to bed. Her eyelashes were still slightly wet, which made him feel pity. He gently put her on the bed and covered her with a quilt.

Good night, little wife. With her, life begins to become turbulent and wonderful.