Along the winding mountain, Ding Yi and fan Zheyun took the lead and climbed to the top of the mountain. Years of separation made the emotion between Ding Yi and fan Zheyun more mellow, just like the old wine. The longer it was shelved, the more mellow it was.

"Wife, are you tired?" Although they are nearly middle-aged, Ding Yi and fan Zheyun have the same desire to win in their hearts. Although they are their own children, Ding Yi and fan Zheyun don't relax a little. They climb up quickly. Looking at the beads of sweat coming out of their wife's forehead, Ding Yi is reluctant to give up. They ask questions and stretch out their hands, Gently wipe for fan Zheyun.

"Hee hee, I'm not tired when I'm with my husband!" Enjoying Ding Yi's thoughtfulness, fan Zheyun smiles. Yes, after so many years of separation between the two places, she can't bear the tiring Acacia in her heart. Now her dream has come true and she can stay with her beloved. How dissatisfied is she?

"Ha ha, good, wife, come on, or I'll carry you back!" Ding Yi laughs again in his mouth. As he talks, he turns around and catches fan Zheyun.

"No, honey!" When fan Zheyun heard Ding Yi's words, his pretty face turned red, and his shyness turned red.

"Hey, you're all married. Why are you ashamed? Come on, my good wife Ding Yi talks again in his mouth. As he talks, he hugs fan Zheyun and carries him on his back.

"Husband, it will crush you!" Lying on Ding Yi's back, fan Zheyun feels the sweetness in his heart again. He leans down and sticks his body tightly on Ding Yi's back. He sticks his ears to Ding Yi's ears and speaks sweet words in his mouth.

"Hey hey, don't worry, for the sake of his wife, even if he is tired to death, what's more, how can my husband not carry his wife?" There are puffs of crisp and numb feeling in his ears. Ding Yi's heart is agitated again, and his mouth is full of elation. His two hands hold fan Zheyun's little butt more tightly.

"Husband, you are good or bad!" I feel that Ding Yi's hands are on his buttocks. A kind of deep feeling comes from his buttocks. With Ding Yi's walking, his paws stick to his buttocks and constantly rub. Between the friction, the numbness and itching seems to be more and more intense. Ouyang Fei can't suppress it. She comes out with a groan and gets down, It is soft on Ding Yi's back, and the two groups in front of his chest are pressed tightly on Ding Yi's back. With Ding Yi's walking, the two groups are fully pressed on Ding Yi's back again, and the two soft groups are pressed tightly on Ding Yi's back. The friction again and again makes their hearts have that kind of strange impulse.

Suddenly, when they walked to a flat place, Ding Yi suddenly stopped and stood there.

"What's the matter, husband? Why don't you go? Are you tired? " Watching Ding Yi no longer move forward, fan Zheyun asks Ding Yi strangely.

"Wife, I'm not tired, just, hey, wife, give me a kiss!" Ding Yi stood on the spot and did not turn his head. He said something to fan Zheyun. He tooted his mouth to ask for a kiss.

"Husband, what are you doing? Don't hurry, or we will lose!" Listen to Ding Yi's words, fan Zheyun blushes. This bastard, look at when it's time to say such words. However, he seems to want to meet his requirements. What can he do?