Chapter 4: Chief of Diseased Garlic (Micro H)

The tenderness of that night seemed to be just a dream of Zhou Tingshen.

After recovering from the illness, Ning Wan was still cold to him and no longer called him ungrateful. Zhou Tingshen didn't care and abandoned the handcuffs. He stayed in the villa like an idle person and was entangled at Ning Wan day and night to ask for it.

The wind is clear and the clouds are bright. The spring sunshine is like smooth silk, warm and draped on people. The flowers in the villa are huddled in bloom, and are set off by the shadows of emerald green, dark green and grass-green trees, as beautiful as dreams.

A tall and slender man with a handsome face as a knife, holding a petite woman in his arms. Compared with her beautiful and beautiful appearance, the flowers in the garden have lost their color.

But the woman's black gem-like eyes were as dull as she was kept in stagnant water, empty and without focal length.

The man passed over red and pink flowers and plants, and finally stopped in front of a leaf with a golden edge and a natural fragrance, and gently kissed the woman's tender cheeks: Wanwan, this is the golden edge fragrance you planted. I moved it over. Are the flowers blooming more compactly than before.

In fact, he was more like talking to himself, because Ning Wan usually doesn't pay attention to him.

Zhou Tingshen was about to carry her to give him a gift when he saw the woman in his arms turned her head, revealing her slender and fragile neck, and said in a muffled voice: I don’t like Ruixianghua now.

Zhou Tingshen's eyes lit up in an instant, as if the spring sunshine had fallen into his eyes, and his chest was undulating: I will order everyone to move them away tomorrow.

You... Ning Wan was angry. The man's brain circuit was completely different from her. She had no doubts at all. If she said she didn't like flowers at this time, the yard would be pulled bare tomorrow.

She just looked through the window and saw that the garden had been a little longer, so Zhou Tingshen hugged her to admire the garden and he almost refused to let himself go out alone.

Um... It became dark before my eyes, but the man lowered his head and kissed her lips, his breath was heavy and his heartbeat was beating like a pounding.

He really felt estrus anytime and anywhere, and the knee-length skirt was empty, and there was still the semen he poured in last night.

In order not to reveal the truth, she could treat Zhou Ting coldly and have a strange temper at will, but she couldn't do it when she was in bed like a dead fish and even fainted.

He often made the juice flow, and perhaps because of this reason, he was in heat more frequently.

Finally he let go, a little white face and cheeks were dizzy. Ning Wan grabbed the man's shirt with her hands, and her buttocks were pressed against a hot and hard thing. She was still making her last struggle: Don't... don't... don't be here...

She had almost never seen a servant who worked in this villa, but every day, someone had prepared meals, and the whole villa was spotless.

Wanwan is not afraid, they dare not look at it.Zhou Tingshen was excited. He liked to watch her cry or laugh. He stepped on her long legs and placed the woman in her arms in the garden for a stone table for a rest. The overwhelming kiss fell down.

Her big tongue lingered at the corner of her lips, then she stroked her delicate chin, and went all the way to her chest where he had been unbuttoned.

There was still a fresh kiss mark on the two white and tender breasts, which were ambiguous and erotic. The mark was heavily brushed by the tip of the tongue, and it turned out that woman under her breathed.

Zhou Tingshen seemed to be sucking milk from her swollen breasts, and his big tongue curled up and sucked it, and he sniffed it soundly. After a while, his two nipples were bright, set against the spring sunshine like two bright rubies.