Bright sunlight poured in through the gap in the window and fell on the crimson bed curtain. The bed curtain was not thick, even a little thin, and was covered with layers of golden sunlight. This filtered light shone whitely on the bed.
Yuan Jiang was lying on the bed, fast asleep, her charming cheek resting on her pale arm. Her face was tilted to the side, her thick, curled eyelashes were covered with a layer of tears, her rose-petal-like lips were slightly open, her long black hair like a waterfall was draped over her slender and beautiful back, her butterfly bones were faintly visible, and the softness was hidden by her hair.
The tender red quilt had slipped down to her concave waistline and slightly undulating hips at some point, making Yuan Jiang's snow-white skin more eye-catching, like flawless jade.
Pei Zhuo's Adam's apple rolled heavily, and he felt inexplicably hot. He deliberately leaned in, pulled the bed curtain tightly, and reached out to lift Yuan Jiang's hair.
There are still his marks on that beautiful back.
He pinched it when he was excited.
"Wife." Pei Zhuo murmured, his eyes fixed on Yuan Jiang's beautiful back with obsession and passion.
His cheeks flushed slightly, even his ears were red, and his clear eyes were gradually stained with a dark color called lust. He naturally touched her waistline and hugged her tighter.
But I didn't dare to push too hard for fear of waking her up.
But it's really uncomfortable.
Pei Zhuo licked his lips, and his big, bony palm slowly moved towards the thin back. The smooth and warm touch made half of his body numb.
Incense...
daughter in law.
Pei Zhuo's breathing became rapid, and a layer of blush appeared on his bronze skin. He stared at Yuan Jiang's pretty little face in fascination.
If I wake up my wife, she will definitely be angry again.
What if he is not allowed to go to bed tomorrow night?
Pei Zhuo's Adam's apple rolled, his face full of resistance.
No, he must sleep with his wife tomorrow night!
His long, black eyelashes trembled, and his dark pupils moved over Yuan Jiang's small hand, which was resting on her head. His fingertips trembled as he reached out...
Just go slower,
My wife won’t wake up, right?
Pei Zhuo held Yuan Jiang's little hand and carefully pulled her hand out from under her delicate little face.
Yuan Jiang's hands are very beautiful, with fair skin, slender bones, jade-like fingers like onions, and skin that is tender and smooth, as delicate as white tofu, as if water can be squeezed out of it.
My daughter-in-law's hands are small.
Can you hold it?
His mind was becoming increasingly muddled. Pei Zhuo took a deep breath, leaned against Yuan Jiang's side, and nestled his head against her soft neck. Her scent drifted through his nose. He pried open Yuan Jiang's fingers, and then...
"Well......"
"Wife, wife..."
The voice was indescribably hoarse, suppressed and tumbling.
Two hours later, Pei Zhuo bit her earlobe excitedly and finally got relief.
But this also woke Yuan Jiang up.
"Hmm..." Yuan Jiang slowly opened his eyes, his eyes were blank for a moment, and then he slowly came back to his senses and saw an enlarged face in front of him.
Pei Zhuo bent down and kissed her forehead, his face showing a mixture of surprise and excitement: "Wife, are you awake?"
"What are you...doing?" Yuan Jiang stared at him blankly, then felt a sharp pain in her palm. She blinked, her vision gradually focused, lowered her head, and saw him...
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