Chapter 239 My cat wants to be sucked

   Chapter 239 My cat wants to be sucked

  Zhou Yanshen straightened his knees, slowed his pace and approached the marriage tree, looking for branches with less red silk.

   As they looked around, Lin Jiao put her legs on Pei Zhi’s shoulders and pointed to the right side: “There is less red silk over there.”

   Jiang Ye and Chu Yuzhou followed in his footsteps.

  The woman sitting on their shoulders stretched out her hands to tie the red silk, listening to the faint sound of wooden signs colliding.

  The sunlight poured down through the gaps in the branches, and was smashed by the reflection, like starlight, and fell on the mottled stone slab.

   “My feet are numb.” Pei Yilan felt the numbness like an ant bite, and frowned slightly.

   Jiang Ye squatted down immediately: “You come down first.”

  When the softness on his shoulders disappeared, he hugged her and sat on the stone bench, gently pinching her feet for her.

   Shen Yi and the two who came from the front yard saw her wrinkled face in discomfort, and said with concern: “Did you twist your foot?”

   “No.” Pei Yilan felt the numbness disappear from her ankle, and gradually heaved a long sigh of relief: “What sign are you asking for?”

   “Sign up.”

   “What does the signature say?”

   “Said that we will be off the list this year.” Qu Shao put a hand on Shen Yi’s shoulder: “And it’s a positive relationship.”

   “Not bad.” Chu Yuzhou congratulated in advance.

   He laughed and joked: “Brother Yi’s 29-year single life is finally coming to an end.”

   “The eight characters haven’t been written yet.” Shen Yi couldn’t tell whether he believed it or not, so he could only wait and see.

   “New Year’s Eve is four months away.” Zhou Yanshen handed them a cigarette: “Don’t worry.”

   “Where did you see that I was in a hurry?”

   “color.”

   His eyes contained deep meaning, and the choked Shen Yi was speechless for a moment, and he didn’t want to discuss too much.

   It’s just that his thoughts couldn’t stop them from chatting vigorously around this topic.

  The laughter, along with the reflection of the stairs, swept across the jungle trees on both sides, accompanied by the breeze, away from the quiet back mountain.

   They left the Mountain Resort on Sunday morning.

  The vehicles are facing the hot sun, driving in different directions, like a bunch of stars scattered in various areas of the city.

   Back at the Red Maple Forest, Lin Jiao slumped on the sofa while blowing the air-conditioning from the air conditioner, watching videos.

   A strange old aunt smiled, which attracted her attention, and she swiped back to see the picture of the blogger sucking cats.

   “Meow…” The unlovable kitten shrugged and looked at the camera, milky and cute.

   “Wife, what are you looking at?”

   “Sucking cats.”

   Pei Zhi took off his watch: “How do you suck?”

   “Have you not seen the video of sucking cats?”

   “No.” His articulated hand fell on the slender waist, wrapping her in his arms: “Play it again and let me see.”

   A cat meow came again, and Lin Jiao and him admired the process of the **** shoveling officer sucking cats.

   She pointed to the screen: “The **** shoveler usually starts from the beginning, then kisses its face, and then **** its neck and belly.”

   Pei Zhi narrowed his eyes and glanced at the person in his arms.

   He turned off the screen, put his warm palms through her hair, and supported the back of her head: “Okay.”

“What good?”

   “My cat wants to be sucked.” He pressed close to her neck: “As a **** shoveling officer, it’s natural to satisfy her, right?”

  The hot breath sprayed down, like dandelions scattered by the wind, scratching the skin.

  Lin Jiao watched him **** from his neck to his collarbone, and his face was stained with a blush that was visible to the naked eye.

   She pushed his shoulders away: “I’m not a cat.”

   Pei Zhi stared at her with burning eyes, and carried her into the bedroom without giving her a chance to escape.

   He found the cat ear headband and the bell necklace, and put it on her gently: “It is now.”

   The crisp, shallow sound evoked Lin Jiao’s memory.

   When she remembered the last time she wore a chain hairpin, she couldn’t help but bend her knees and move back: “Husband, I’m a little sleepy.”

   “I’ll accompany you.” Pei Zhi took off his home clothes and rested his thin and strong arms on the quilt.

  The scent of hormones swept in, Lin Jiao’s heart was beating wildly, and it was hard to resist the temptation.

   She moved her gaze away from his abdominal muscles, turned her head and pulled up the tie on the bedside table: “Yes, but you have to be obedient.”

   Guessing her next behavior, Pei Zhi restrained the dark color in his eyes and hooked his lips with interest.

   He leaned on the soft pillow, looked at the prey who thought he could control everything, and walked towards the trap step by step.

   (end of this chapter)