Madoka was not in the bedroom, and the sound of splashing water came from the bathroom.
Zhang Yuanqing sat down on the single sofa next to the bed, crossed his legs, and tapped on the armrest. He had obviously evolved from a young chicken to an old driver, but he was still a little nervous at the moment.
In the message Xiaoyuan sent him, the hint was very obvious.
According to the instructor, congratulations, you have already caught up with this woman, and the next step is to conquer her physically and mentally.
But after thinking about it, Zhang Yuanqing felt something was wrong.
It's mean, yes, it's mean.
Thinking of this, he took out his mobile phone and sent a message to Lingjun:
"Teacher, she seems to agree."
A few seconds later, the phone vibrated, and Lingjun replied:
"Congratulations, you have evolved in the direction of a stallion and a demigod. The first step in forming a family in the spiritual realm is to multiply offspring, and the first step to multiply offspring is to expand the harem. Within fifty years, there will be a new one in the land." family in the spiritual realm. Young man, I am optimistic about you."
"Thanks for the teacher's teaching."
No, what I want to say is not this... Zhang Yuanqing deleted the information and re-entered:
"But I feel like she's doing it out of guilt and compensation."
Ling Jun: "Be confident and remove the 'feeling'. Although she has a compensatory mentality, she obviously likes you. Guilt alone is not enough to make her dedicate herself. You just use this to push your relationship to a new level. Stairs. In fact, when you come out of the copy of the chaos of the five elements, you will be able to chase her down by Chen Sheng, you have already missed an opportunity, this time you have to work hard, come on."
"That's what I said, but" Zhang Yuanqing had just finished editing, when the sound of water in the bathroom stopped, and then the door of the bathroom "clicked" open.
Madoka came out wearing a nightgown and a headscarf.
Her hair was wrapped in a scarf, and her elegant and glamorous face was bright red after bathing, like a seductive lotus flower.
The loose bathrobe couldn't hide her plump figure, and she exuded the charm of a mature woman.
Xiaoyuan sat on the head of the bed, took off her kerchief, and tilted her head to the side, letting the blue hair pour down like a waterfall, she wiped her hair carefully.
After drying her hair, she silently turned off the lights, and retreated into the bed with her back facing Zhang Yuanqing. She didn't speak or make eye contact the whole time, as if she couldn't see the big living person on the sofa.
When Zhang Yuanqing received the signal, his breath became short of breath, he kicked off his shoes, lifted the quilt and got in.
He approached Xiaoyuan from behind, and when he put his hands on her slender waist, he clearly felt her body tighten, and her soft and delicate body stretched like a bowstring.
This reaction, at first sight, is not old Siji! Zhang Yuanqing murmured in his heart, while feeling the fullness and elasticity of his round buttocks with his lower abdomen, he put his hand into the bathrobe and stroked the flat and smooth lower abdomen.
At the same time, he buried his face in the nape of Xiaoyuan's fair neck, gently kissed and licked her earlobes between the shampoo-scented hair.
The room was very quiet and dim. The two of them didn't have any verbal communication, but they were doing things that only couples and husbands and wives would do.
His hands moved up and down inside the bathrobe, his lips moved from the earlobes to his cheeks, he turned Madoka so that she lay flat, her eyes met.
One is hot and fiery, and the other is blurred and charming.
Zhang Yuanqing had never seen Xiaoyuan like this before, she took off her aloof and elegant coat, revealing a bit shy, nervous, and loving inside.
He never imagined that this icy and elegant older woman, who gave him a great sense of oppression when he first met, would one day lie shyly under him.
He lowered his head, held his full and moist lips, and sucked heavily. JrNovels.com