"Really." Pei Zhuo answered with full energy. His eyes wandered and saw that Yuan Jiang's clothes were dripping with water, soaking his bed. He bent down, supported his hands on both sides of Yuan Jiang, lowered his head and sniffed her. His eyes lit up instantly: "Wife, it smells delicious."
“Like rice!”
Yuan Jiang's mouth twitched, and she pinched his cheek angrily: "You are like rice, and I am a fragrant vixen!"
"What is a fox spirit?" Pei Zhuo stared at Yuan Jiang blankly, frowning. He seemed to be thinking for a moment, but he still couldn't figure it out. He looked at Yuan Jiang with a confused look on his face: "Rice, delicious, I like it."
"Tonight's, it's for you."
Although Pei Zhuo was stupid, he was extremely strong and could earn at least ten cents a day. In addition, Pei Aiguo was the village chief, so he would have some conveniences, so he could eat white rice every day.
Pei Zhuo’s favorite food is white rice, but he can only eat one bowl a day.
Yuan Jiang's charming fox eyes met Pei Zhuo's dark but clear eyes. She felt inexplicably strange. She pouted her lips and hummed in dissatisfaction, throwing away the clothes that belonged to Pei Zhuo.
The dress was dark grey and covered with patches. The skirt she was wearing was the most popular style of the era. It was now wet and stuck to her body, outlining the girl's graceful and exquisite curves.
"I want to take a shower," she said.
"Take a shower?" Pei Zhuo straightened his back and frowned as he thought for a long time before he stepped out of the door. After a while, he came back with a wooden bucket filled with hot water and a fur coat hanging on his shoulder.
As if to ask for credit, he looked at Yuan Jiang eagerly: "You wash it."
Yuan Jiang raised her eyebrows, looked at the fur on his shoulder, tilted her head, and asked, "Aren't you going to give me the fur?"
Pei Zhuo's eyes followed Yuan Jiang's, and he lowered his eyes to look at Mao Yu, grinning foolishly at Yuan Jiang: "I can give it to you, but you have to kiss me."
He thought about it and made another request: "Like just now."
"Kiss me."
Yuan Jiang's mouth twitched. If she didn't know that Pei Zhuo was really stupid now, she would have suspected that he was pretending to be stupid.
Pei Zhuo stared closely at Yuan Jiang's red lips, which were as tender as rose petals and slightly parted. His sexy Adam's apple rolled heavily, and his eyes became excited and expectant. He lowered his head anxiously and pointed at his lips: "Kiss it quickly."
"Wife, you kissed me just now, it felt so good, I want you to kiss me again!"
"I want to kiss you every day!"
Pei Zhuo didn't control his voice. Yuan Jiang was startled by his loud voice. She raised her hand to cover his lips, her earlobe red as blood. "Keep your voice down!"
Pei Zhuo blinked in confusion, sniffed Yuan Jiang's small hand carefully, and his slender dark eyebrows curved. He pouting his lips, he kissed her palm heavily.
Then he grabbed Yuan Jiang's wrist and bit her red lips fiercely.
He forced Yuan Jiang down on the bed.
The sweet fragrance lingered around Pei Zhuo's nostrils. His brain seemed to be bombarded by something. With a buzzing sound, he felt that all other scenes and sounds became unreal and blurry. The only thing he could see and hear was Yuan Jiang.
"Ah," Yuan Jiang was startled by his sudden action. Her soft and tender voice penetrated into Pei Zhuo's heart like a silk thread, as if carrying an electric current, making his whole body numb.
Pei Zhuo imitated Yuan Jiang's kissing movements based on his memory, and also learned to kiss, lick and bite her.
Over and over again.
I wish I could swallow her red lips into my mouth.
Yuan Jiang's petite body was held down by him forcefully, completely unable to move. She was forced to endure this strong and overbearing kiss. Her charming fox eyes were filled with spring colors and mist, and her upturned eyes were crimson, oozing out unspeakable tears.
Pei Zhuo hasn't put on any clothes yet.
What she felt was his strong and muscular abdominal muscles, smoothly contoured chest muscles, broad shoulders and narrow waist. Her fair and smooth little hands held his slender waist and abdomen.
“Hmm…”
Pei Zhuo's Adam's apple rolled up and down, his whole body trembled with excitement, and his bronze skin was covered with dense hot sweat.
He began to tear off Yuan Jiang's clothes.
He buried his head in Yuan Jiang's shoulders uncomfortably, rubbed her neck, and said aggrievedly: "Wife, it's so uncomfortable..."
Yuan Jiang's breathing became a little rapid. She held Pei Zhuo's hand, her red lips parted slightly, and she uttered a numbing sound: "Then don't move."
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