"Well, a little better, oh." Really painful, those days in practice, do not feel
pain, a stop, but the pain died, Xianggong. The butterfly is so poor, whoo. You
are still angry with me and ignore me. "The butterfly pretended to be a poor
elephant, which made the flame laugh, so she had to rub the butterfly everywhere
to make her more comfortable." "Who let you be lukewarm to me, hurt my husband
sad," the flame scraped the little nose of the butterfly, sweet smile on his and
her face, like blooming flowers, facing the scorching sun, bold and
unrestrained, proud, he could not help but throw himself on her body, two
people's hearts tightly kneaded together, dependent on each other, unable to
separate. They only have each other's existence in their eyes, hearts and bones.
This kind of love, even in heaven and earth, is deeply touching. Warm room, two
hearts of deep love, are tightly integrated with each other, quickly into one,
full of spring in the garden, so that this majestic palace, can not help but a
few more warmth. A night without words. "Well.." The person who was sleeping on
the bed suddenly moved his body and stretched out his little hand from the warm
quilt. Then he covered his little mouth and blew lazily. His long and curly
eyelashes moved slightly a few times. Then he slowly opened his eyes. Today the
weather is cloudy and the room is not like sunshine. This is the butterfly's
favorite color. Every day when he opens his eyes, he sees the bright sunshine.
Her mood then for no reason to get better, slowly wake up, suddenly found?
What's the matter? "Xianggong, why are you still here?" The flame was still
lying beside her, leaning sideways, holding her head in one hand, her eyes full
of warmth, the corners of her mouth turned up, and her handsome face looked
particularly charming, looking at the butterfly foolishly. "You're awake." When
she woke up,
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mesh decking, she turned her head and put countless love marks on her face,
forehead, and lips. It seemed that the madness of last night had not yet
receded. "Why don't you go to court, Xianggong?" He twisted his body, which was
still in pain, turned into his arms, hugged his body, and asked lazily. "Madam
is so tired, how can I have the nerve to go away for my husband? Ha ha." When I
woke up in the morning, I thought about it, but I found that the person in my
arms was sleeping like a fairy, pure and beautiful, and his closed eyes were
quietly attracting his eyes. His heart, like this, had been staring at her,
looking at her, and even the matter of going to court was forgotten. Anyway, his
father pardoned him. If he wants to come, he will come. If he doesn't want to
come, he won't come. Heh heh Chapter 104: One of the Dangers of Ice Moon Lake
"Come on, madam,
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racking systems, let's get up and I'll take you out to play." The warm and
generous palm reached into the quilt and gently touched her waist, which made
the butterfly suddenly bend down and hide away. "Hehe.." Xianggong, don't "grab
his big hot hand, put it in his arms, giggled, and the two of them played in bed
for a while before getting up and changing clothes." "Xianggong, where are we
going?" Butterfly son is that pair of slander, while stuffing things into his
mouth, can't wait to ask the husband beside him, this newly made husband and
wife stool, is really good, the two of them sit on a stool every day to eat, the
flame from the bottom of his heart to appreciate his wife's cleverness, so that
two people are always together, is exactly what he wants. "Shall I take you to
catch fish in the frozen lake?" The flame picked up the silk scarf and wiped the
oil on the butterfly's mouth. The smile on her face made the butterfly stay
again. His gentle words made her heart fly again. She turned her husband's head
and printed a mark on his lips. "Xianggong, it's not snowing. Where's the ice?"
Butterfly jumped off the stool and ran into the courtyard to take another look,
then turned back and sat on the flame with a distrustful face. "Oh, silly girl,
there is no snow here, does not mean that there is no ice in the lake, in short,
you will know, even Xianggong do not believe, it is time to fight!" The flame
pushed the butterfly down on the bench, raised his broad palm high, but gently
landed on the butterfly's small buttocks. "Hee hee, Xianggong, if you have the
ability to fight, you can't bear to beat me." Lying butterfly, just want to
protest, but feel Xianggong gently punish, raise nifty little head, hey hey a
smile, tease Xianggong to come. Flame looked at her proud little appearance,
thought, bad, it is estimated that the tail is spoiled to the sky, in the future
in this house, it is uncertain who said to be in charge of it, a soft smile,
grabbed her arms, pulled her up, sat in his arms. Are you going or not? If you
don't behave well again, will you really not go? The flame's head turned
rapidly, and he knew how to make the little beautiful wife obedient. "Well,
well, I'll listen to my husband, and my husband will take me there." The person
in his arms began to rub between his neck again, often like this, his heart
always rises a feeling and affection that can not be expressed, his wife, his
lover, his most beautiful wife, as long as you keep him, what else do you want
in this life! "You have to promise, after all obedient, for the husband is
happy" see butterfly son began to compromise with him, hum, will not be so easy
to let it go! "Good!" The head in his arms suddenly jumped up, nodded forcefully
with a heavy sound, and then kissed him forcefully with a "bang" sound on his
face, which made the flame happy. "Emerald, go and get a cloak for the princess.
Tell the others to get ready to go. Madam, let's go." The flame knew that the
butterfly was thinking about her maidservants and had made arrangements early.
There were twenty people in total. "Wow, what a beautiful dress." From a
distance, he saw that besides the red cloak,
heavy duty cantilever
racks, there was also a small cotton-padded jacket in the hands of the
emerald, which was made of silk and contained the best soft material. Each edge
had soft, snow-white hair. The butterfly stretched out her hand excitedly to let
the emerald put it on. 。
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