He took advantage of the fire, opened her clothes, gave her a hard kiss on her smooth fragrant shoulder, bit and sucked a purplish red mark.
"Gu huaimo." Wei Zi softened her voice: "come on, I'm going to cook." it's rare for her to be so virtuous.
But if she is not virtuous now, he will want that. He said he would eat her if she didn't cook for him.
He now has plenty of time to cure her slowly, so that she can't speak: "I'll cook for you later."
She quickly refused, "no, No."
"I want it." he kissed her low. "Or you can cook your meal and I'll do what I like." as long as she obediently let him eat it.
He rubbed his hand around her waist. He liked her tender and smooth. It would be better if he raised more meat. It would be very comfortable to hold it.
His finger crossed her lower abdomen. Wei Zi took a breath, and his fat lower abdomen was tight.
He smiled low: "wife, wash your dishes."
"You look like this, I can't wash it."
"Then don't wash it. Let's concentrate, shall we?"
When she had no objection, he bowed his head and kissed her lips. Sweet lips are tender and smooth. He doesn't kiss enough. He thinks he's a restrained and introverted person, but once his lust is provoked, it's like a flower thing, which is in full swing.
Wei Zi bit her lip. Now she knows where to continue washing vegetables and what he wants. She can't pretend to be stupid to do intimate things with him every night.
The old man has a lot of requirements. He wants them every night and sometimes tosses her in the morning. She is afraid of him, but she can't refuse. He will make her hot every time.
"Gu huaimo, it's good to talk at night." why did her own voice sound a little blushing, and she couldn't believe it was her own voice.
Gu huaimo smiled low. Wei Zi was weak. She was a little floating, like stepping on the clouds.
So close, so close, she has him, he is in her depths, the closest person, the most loved person, the most trusted person.
She didn't remember who she was, she thought.
He grabbed her and gently said in her ear, "zi'er, say, you are my zi'er."
She followed him and said, "I'm your purple son."
"Whose is it.
"Lord Gu."
As soon as he was cruel, Wei Zi immediately changed his mouth: "Gu huaimo, I'm Gu huaimo's purple son." his voice was rushed to pieces.
"Love me or not," he asked greedily.
He found that he really wanted her heart and wanted her to love him wholeheartedly.
His purple son, his wife, his little girl.
"Love," she said.
If he hadn't held her, she would be soft on the ground now.
"Purple. My wife." he kissed her neck and liberated himself in her body. Wei Zi was as light and soft as in heaven. He hugged her tightly as if he wanted to insert her into his arms. Smooth breath and taste were intertwined. The sweat from his neck slipped on her neck, and he bowed his head and kissed her.
Just hold tight until the breath calms down.
Wei Zi reached out and pinched his hand: "Gu huaimo, you really hate it."
"I really hate me. Who said he loved me just now." he teased her.
Wei Zi was too red to look up. Man, I hate it. Especially the man named Gu huaimo.
"I hate you, okay?"
He smiled impolitely, "Mrs. Gu, let me take you to have a rest."
"I want to eat."
"Weifu will make you a lot of delicious food."
He eased his desire. He was very talkative and was not afraid of losing face in cooking. He just wanted her to eat delicious food.
Wei Zi lay on the sofa and looked at the warm light in the kitchen. His tall figure was busy there. The oil was making a sound in the pot. She could smell the smell of fish.
Covered with a thin blanket and holding a remote control in her hand, she watched her favorite TV. Even he peeled the orange. She felt that this was happiness. She could reach out and see it when she raised her eyes.
I feel tired and sleepy. Alas, if Mr. Gu's desire can be less strong, it will be perfect if he doesn't solve it.
"Wei Zi, have dinner."
He brought the rice to the tea table. She sat up. He first brought the fish soup to her: "have a fish soup first."
It tastes fresh and delicious.
She smiled sweetly: "Mr. Gu, your soup is really delicious. You are a good father."
He reached out and scraped the tip of her pretty nose. "What are you talking about, Mrs. Gu?"
"Husband, drink soup."
"You drink."
She took a sip and fell into his clutches as soon as she looked up. He could not afford to delay. He kissed her mouth and sucked. The taste of fish soup was the same as hers.
Such a rule is good. He feeds his little wife and his little wife feeds him.
"Well." Wei Zi pushed him away and his face rose red: "just eat. Don't be so annoying."
"Good, eat."
Wei Zi was like thinking of something and hurriedly picked up the rice.
Gu huaimo looked at her and said, "eat slowly."
"You bastard, you forgot to wear that thing again. What if I get pregnant?"
"It's not that you can't afford to be born when you're pregnant."
"You think so. I'm only nineteen. She put down her bowl and hurried to the bathroom to take a bath.
He wanted to be beautiful. When she was 19, she wanted her to be pregnant and didn't respect her opinions. Obviously, he knew that she didn't want to be a little mother. If it was bad to have a child, she couldn't go to school. She wasn't him. She didn't have his thick skin. She wanted to go out with a big belly and let her classmates see it. She wanted to die.
Moreover, the baby's body will change. If it's ugly at that time, it will grow old. I have to work hard. I have to take it with me when I'm born, and I have to raise it. I also need milk powder, diapers and clothes. Now I have a headache.
She felt that she was still a child and wanted to go back to her mother and be her good daughter.
Many people in this world like children, but don't put your personal love on everyone. She doesn't like it.
It must be reasonable for my mother to say that children are debt collectors. She doesn't want anything, whether she is selfish or anything.
In the bath, she washed herself clean, and the mist dyed the mirror hazy. She wiped it clean and saw her young and ruddy face. Hehe, she is not confused. Maybe one day she will have a child, but it is definitely not now. What if you love another man, what if you are your husband, and women don't live for men.
She doesn't want to live for anyone.