Chapter 32 Forced Marriage (19)

"Say, where does the smell of perfume come from."

As soon as the door was closed, Fang Yiai couldn't wait to turn around and start a three-room trial of Lin Zikui.

Her Majesty the Queen is just a jar of careful attention and vinegar. Writer Lin rolled his eyes speechlessly and rubbed his poor ears uncomfortably.

"When I was shopping for fruit downstairs just now, I met a female book fan of mine. She was a little excited, so we gave a friendly hug, but I first affirm that she was the one who hugged me first."

Hug Hug, it was clear that she saw that the pretty girl could not find North, and she was still quibbling in front of her, "Hug, the smell is so strong on her body?"

Lying to Fang Yi'ai, unless it is because you have enough confidence in your own rational thinking and lip service, otherwise, it is Lin Zikui's current performance.

She was a little uncomfortable when asked by Fang Yiai, twisted her neck, and in the obvious cover-up, everything was captured by Her Majesty.

"She... hugged... the kind of tight hug."

Take a deep breath, endure it, and hug it tightly: "Just hug it tightly and it will get the smell?" It was gritted teeth, and Lin Zikui shrank in fright. She knew that Fang Yi loved everything. Shinobu, she just couldn't bear to fight fiercely with other women.

"She won't let go of her life and death!"

"Really," Lin Zikui was dumbfounded, not angry, but it was different from his previous performance! Why are you uneasy and common sense to play cards, "Where does the smell of smoke come from? Did you secretly smoke with my wife behind my back?"

While speaking, he looked at that affectionate, enchantingly attached to Lin Zikui's waist, and slowly narrowed the distance between the two people, "Didn’t you tell me not to smoke, I finally gave it to you, and you don’t conscious."

"...Ha ha, ha ha, am I not happy to propose to you successfully? I couldn't hold back it for a while."

"Then I want to punish you." The word punishment was in Lin Zikui's ear. It was called a soft, and that was called a charming, so Lin Zikui couldn't think about it elsewhere.

"Okay, what is the punishment?"

"Just fine you to serve me well tonight, not to rest, not to...Oh, I forgot, my husband, what obstacles did you have today! Forget it, I will fine you to be the minister for one month!"

"Boom" felt five thunderstorms, and Fang Yiai was indeed a black-bellied lord, not only poking her scars but also sprinkling salt on it, it was still a big lump of salt.

Fang Yiai acted like it, an expression that suddenly dawned on her.

With a sad face, Lin Zikui originally thought that Fang Yiai was in a good mood today, so she didn't care about her. The first half of the sentence made her ecstatic, but she couldn't bear the latter, and pitifully asked, "Don't. Yi Ai, I promise I won’t smoke anymore and I will quit it properly.”

Ruthlessly pulled away the hands that were around Lin Zikui's waist, and coldly opened his face, "Since you don't care about your own body, I don't want to care about it anymore. Whatever happens to you in the future."

The more I talk, the more angry I am. Lin Zikui is a writer. I often get inspiration from smoking early. Knowing that there is no moderation later, this makes Fang Yiai anxious. Every day is a painstaking education. But Lin Zikui’s self-control ability is poor, so Fang Yiai couldn’t help it without Fang Yiai by her side, so Fang Yiai had to take Lin Zikui to work every day, or she would move home with the company in order to quit smoking. Tired for a while. It is possible to keep Fang Yiai from being angry tonight.

Considering Fang Yiai's feelings at the moment, Lin Zikui was so ashamed that she couldn't lift her head up, and let down her lover's expectations and painstaking efforts, so she looked at Fang Yiai again. The queen was sitting on the side of the bed with her face darkened, not wanting to pay attention to the writer who hated iron and steel.

"Baby Yiai," put on the hippie smile of the past, Lin Zikui took a step, sat next to Fang Yiai, put her arms around the queen's waist, and started coaxing, "Don't be angry, I'm so mad at me. It's worth it!"

"No one makes me angry except you, I'm not angry at you for whom!" Lin Zikui gave Lin Zikui a fierce look, not mature at all.

"Yes, yes, I'm not okay, don't be upset. To calm down, I have to see my old man tomorrow, don't catch fire in the backyard!"

"I just want my father to clean up you. You are deaf to what I say, knowing that I taboo you from being intimate with other women, and taboo you from smoking, tell yourself whether you have taken everything tonight?" With your toes I want to know that it must be the beautiful woman, and Lin Zikui’s romantic problems have gone again. Although I know that Lin Zikui is full of herself, and she is not worried about what she will do, but which woman can bear My lover always likes to see other beautiful women, not to mention hugging. Moreover, Lin Zikui was always generous to the woman who asked her for a hug, so how could Fang Yiai not be angry.

The more I thought about it, the more upset Fang Yiai raised her hand and grabbed Lin Zikui’s ears, and ordered with a warning and stern voice, "Lin Zikui, your wife, I’m very serious to inform you now, and you will give it to me next time you commit another crime. Being a monk, I don’t understand."

"Understand and understand." When the monks moved out, wouldn't they even ruin their sexual life, no, the consequences would be too serious, "I promise I won't smoke again."

"I'm talking about your stinky trouble!"

"Yes, yes, everything is changed."

After receiving Lin Zikui’s good confession attitude, Fang Yiai quickly eased the strength in her hand and rubbed the little earlobe that was just destroyed by her for Writer Lin. Although her voice was still a bit cold, it was also a bit warm: "Does it hurt?"

Feeling the gentleness and coquetry that belong to her, Lin Zikui tilted her head to look forward to Yi Ai's eyes above, and involuntarily approached, and lightly pecked the queen's lips: "I'm not angry anymore."

Without answering Writer Lin's question, Fang Yiai put her arms around her lover's neck, and said coquettishly, "More!" After finishing speaking, she offered her own kiss.

"Huh... huh... huh... do you want more?"

The two did not speak too much, playing a game of kisses like a dragonfly.

"want!"

"Huh... huh... huh... the night is so long, let's play this?"

"Otherwise, your stamina has been poor lately, so what else can you play..."

"...Try it, maybe tonight..."

"Don't...ah! I hate you...don't do that...en...en." Lin Zikui is really making trouble tonight, this posture is too shameful.

"Yi...Yi Ai...I..."

On the large Simmons bed, two young and passionate bodies are entangled with each other, and the whole room is full of pink atmosphere.

The person on him was calling his name, Fang Yiai*'s wonderful Dong body, tightly grasping Lin Zikui's hair to relieve the restlessness in the body, waiting for this love to climb to the peak.

"Why... Oh, Bao... Bei... Um... Tap..."

"I want to talk about being... the minister... forget it..."

It’s clear to take advantage of the fire to take advantage of the fire. At such a critical moment, Lin Zikui actually said not lingering love words, but negotiated with her. Fang Yiai felt that Lin Zikui was getting more and more courageous, and she was a little unhappy in Lin. Zikui patted on the back: "Focus on...point...improper...improper."

The queen answered like this, but in her heart she made a fortune to the **** who was planning to settle the account after Autumn.

Not to mention having received Her Majesty's amnesty, Lin writer worked harder, full of energy all over, speeding up, finally saving her face and sending Fang Yiai to the top.

"Yeah! That's great, I'll just say that Lin Zikui is so young that there are some obstacles." Lie on Fang Yiai proudly, and can't wait to show off to the queen.

But to be honest, how could Lin Zikui’s physical strength recover so quickly? Could it be that her forced marriage affected writer Lin’s mood, which in turn interfered with physical strength. Looking at the flushed lover at this time, Fang Yiai felt that it was necessary to treat him. At this time, study and study well, after all, it is necessary to have a happy life in the future.

I don’t know what the Queen is thinking when looking at her face. At this time, Her Majesty under her is full of charming pink, blurred eyes and unstable breathing, all undoubtedly like peach mines. To blow her sanity to pieces.

"Um...what are you doing... uh..."

"Feeling unique spirit... Do it again..."

"Don't... let me rest... for a while..."

"You lie down and rest... I do my business..."

What do you mean to do your business, do you treat my wife as an inflatable doll? Is it sensible? Besides, there is no queen's yin after another. Writer Lin, do you continue?

But in other words, Her Majesty's mouth refused, but the actual action is very cooperative! Old women and old wives are very close.