novelraw Chapter 807: Shameless
Chapter 807: Shameless
Chapter 807 Shameless Person
Fu Ciyi asked, "Are you scared?"
"I'm not afraid, I just think it's troublesome." Soon, she sorted out the bottles and jars, "When will your two men let them come over? I'll help them heal the scars."
"Tomorrow night."
"Don't they show up during the day?"
"I have to be worth it."
Yan Funing said, "Yes, then it will be over tomorrow night."
The man circled her waist from behind: "There was really a woman in the social event just now."
"Really?" Yan Funing smiled, "What are you doing?"
"I can learn from heaven and earth. I did nothing. I was worried about my wife and rushed back in a hurry."
"really?"
"It's true. Didn't you also find that this social event was because your husband came back early?"
Yan Fu nodded, turned around and tiptoed to his cheek and kissed: "Reward your husband."
"Not enough." Fu Ciyi muttered.
It's like a child begging for candy, his handsome face rarely shows tenderness.
Seeing that Yan Funing felt soft, she put her hands on his shoulders, tiptoed slightly, and kissed his Adam's apple.
Like a cat, scratching the man's heart.
It's getting harder to get.
This was like a switch, which made Fu Ciyi pinch her waist and a warm kiss fell to her lips.
Tenderness.
Again lingering.
With his lips and teeth connected, he said hoarsely, "Madam, don't be afraid of me, okay?"
"I try, but you can't force me."
He pecked on her lips again: "I scared you the night before yesterday, it's mine, it's not. But you are my wife, you should understand that you can't be afraid, right?"
Yan Funing's heart beat like a drum, and she pushed him with both hands: "You, you've drunk too much."
The man held her hand, buried his head between her neck, and whispered: "If my wife could touch him, she might not be afraid."
The clear and warm breath was sprayed on her skin, making it numb.
Yan Funing's heart and lungs were trembling: "Fu Ciyi, do you know what you are talking about? You are really drunk!"
I was afraid of death when I saw it.
She also wants to touch her.
The man's voice was low and he was holding a slight silence: "I'm not drunk, and I didn't drink much just now."
The hand pinching her waist gradually exerted force.
Yan Funing swallowed in panic and coaxed him: "I'll let you kiss you before going to bed, so you can let me go first."
My waist is about to break.
But the man shamelessly made a request: "I want to copy Fuzi."
"Draw my birthmark?"
"Um."
"Where is the painting, study?"
"On your back."
Yan Funing shook her head: "No, it's cold. Besides, I'm wearing clothes, and the paint is stained on the clothes."
"Draw on the bed, put the warm tent down, it won't be cold. Go and take a shower after painting and wash your husband." The man stared straight into her eyes, "Please choose one between painting and collision."
"Shameless."
The man smiled instead of anger: "Do you know that his birthmark of Fuzi is beautiful?"
"Do you like it?" she asked.
"like."
Yan Fu closed her eyes and nodded.
The man picked her up horizontally and walked slowly towards the bed.
After the warm tent fell, he went to her study to pick up the paint and wolf hair, and when he came back, he also entered the warm tent.
In the warm tent, Yan Fu blushed and took off her clothes, leaving only her small clothes lying on the bed, revealing her back. He glanced at him with a watery look, hoping that he would keep his word.
Fu Ciyi saw her fear and concerns, and smiled gently, "It's just a painting, don't be afraid of cowards." "Oh." Yan Funing buried her face in the bedding and responded in a muffled voice.
The woman has a delicate curve, and she has a slim figure than when they first got married.
He asked himself that he was not a person who valued desire and had no requirements for his wife's figure. But he was happy to see that his wife was so slim.
The fingertips gently touched the Fu Zi on her back.
"Born beautiful."
After murmuring, Fu Ciyi dipped it in paint and carefully outlined and described it on her back, as if it was carefully crafted, and touched her skin with the tip of the pen.
Yan Funing trembled slightly.
Fortunately, the man was painting throughout the follow-up process, and he drew one futon after another on her back...
After a long time, he finished writing.
He took her to the dressing mirror, picked up another mirror and placed it on her back so that she could see the fugu he had drawn.
No mistakes, one song, one content, one in 6, one book, one bar, one reading!
Seeing the florals vividly, Yan Funing chuckled and said, "Fu Ciyi, you are really idle."
"If you are not idle, you have to bathe your wife, which is very busy for your husband."
After saying that, he brought her back into the tent and called the maids to bring hot water.
After the maids finished delivering the water, he picked her up and went to the clean room...
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The next morning, Yan Funing recalled the charming night, and her face was still blushing and her ears were hot.
He can have all kinds of tricks just by kissing him.
"Hey, where did you learn it?"
He really couldn't figure it out, so he kicked him.
Fu Ciyi picked up a corner of the brocade quilt and cageed her under the quilt: "My wife is very seductive and she has become a talent for herself."
As his eyes turned dark, Yan Funin gritted his teeth and said, "I'm seducing..." He reached out and twisted his flesh, "You are still self-taught..."
Fu Ciyi exerted force, and the muscles of his arms were tight, and she couldn't pinch them at all.
"My wife is like this, my husband will think you want to recall memories."
"No, no, no." She begged for mercy.
He has kissed any place where he painted a fuji.
It was very itchy, making her giggle. If she came again, could she get up properly?
Fu Ciyi didn't make things difficult for her, so he reached out to hook her shoulder strap and pressed his voice: "Draw this side tonight."
"Ah?" Yan Funing shouted, "Fu Ciyi, you are a disciple."
"You are my wife, it's natural for you to be wronged."
Yan Funing said speechlessly: "I'm going to get up, I won't tell you."
Unexpectedly, the man added: "I have to kiss you after finishing the painting tonight."
"you?"
"Choose one of two, I'll wait for my wife to touch her."
Yan Funing was really in tears, so why did she marry a shameless person?
Soon, the couple got out of bed and dressed and washed.
Yan Funing sat in front of the dressing mirror and looked into the mirror and looked behind him, still so angry that her teeth were itchy.
At this moment, she was handsome and handsome in her clothes. She looked very cold and threatened her on the bed. She really wanted to bite her hundreds or eighty bites on him.
Fu Ciyi noticed that she was looking at him and asked lightly: "Do you want to bite me?"
Yan Funing was shocked: "How do you know?"
The man smiled: "I just bared my teeth and almost wrote my thoughts on my face."
Yan Fu lowered her eyes and combed her hair.
Fu Ciyi walked behind her and looked at her from the mirror. A smile slowly rippled between her usual cold eyebrows and eyes.
He reached out and pinched her little face.
She squeezed her mouth so hard that she pouted.
"I said it a long time ago that you can bite wherever you want."
Yan Funing blinked and spread his hands open: "Don't worry, since I want to bite me so much, I will definitely bite it hard."
After saying that, he grabbed his hand and took a hard bite at his tiger's mouth.
A hissing sound.
Fu Ciyi shook his hand and said, "You really bite?"
Yan Funing turned around and warned: "Bunny will bite people if they are anxious, let alone me."
Looking at her mad and mad look, Fu Ciyi's eyebrows and eyes relaxed, and he stretched out his hand again: "I don't hurt, you bite it again."