Chapter 1227: Xiao Jiao's wife

Yan Ge also seemed to be reacting to his own words, and his voice explained: "I, I mean you have too much power."
Where has Gu Yicheng ever seen her so coquettish style, his heart swelled, but his face remained calm, and he smiled at her obliquely: "Are you talking about me? Except for hand strength What else?"
Yan Ge flushed, raised his other foot to kick him: "You, what are you talking about?"
The shirt she was wearing was sitting fine, but her feet were raised so that the shirt piled up towards the waist, and the small white inner row was extremely conspicuous.
Gu Yicheng grabbed her foot and squeezed it.
...
After a toss, it was dark outside the window.
Gu Yicheng did not expect that he would be such a Qin beast. He actually did this kind of thing on the sofa. The key is that she still has an injury on her leg.
When he did it, he was ecstatic, but afterwards, he hugged her and couldn't wait for himself.
Yange nestled in his arms, exhausted: "It's so sticky on your body, would you take me to take a bath?"
Gu Yicheng saw that she was embarrassed in his arms, and she did not dare to lift her head. The appearance of her little daughter inspired his big man's sense of responsibility, and the idea of ​​guilt in his heart became an unspeakable one. Pride and pride.
Gu Yicheng applied a waterproof sticker to the wound on Yan Ge's leg, and then picked her up and walked into the bathroom.
It was the first time for both of them. On the sofa, there was blood, and her legs were covered with blood.
Gu Yicheng carefully cleaned her body, looked at the words and asked quietly, "Just now, did it just hurt?"
Yan Ge closed his eyes, because of his cleaning, Xiu Mei raised his eyebrows slightly, and he heard only a low "um" sound.
Gu Yicheng's voice was guilty: "I, I didn't hold back, I will go to the pharmacy to buy some medicine."
Yan Ge opened his eyes and looked at him in surprise: "Here, can this kind of medicine be applied? Otherwise, forget it, it would be fine to sleep for a night."
The steam in the bath was swollen, her face turned red, and she was timid and weak when she looked at him. Her dodging eyes were a bit shy, her red lips were swollen and moist, and she looked full. The fruit of it makes people want to continue to simmer.
Gu Yicheng reached out and squeezed her cheek.
Feel good.
He used to think of her as an indescribable goddess.
Now I suddenly realized that she was actually a tender and tender woman.
So soft, so tender, that he just looked at her like this, he could not wait to enclose her in his arms, to protect his life.
Yange took a breath and glared at him, angrily: "It hurts."
The soft voice, the cat's paw scratched on his heart.
He poked her finger at the tip of her vapor-soaked nose again: "Coquettish!"
It's really coquettish.
When he covered her, she kept crying and screaming in pain.
He begged one after another and tapped lightly.
He felt that her tears had flowed into a large tank of water, and he sank into this large tank, sinking, trying to drown himself in it.
I never knew she could be so hooked when she cried.
Crying, he just wanted to keep tossing, just wanted her to cry in his ear for such a long time.
Yange bit his finger openly and bit a tooth mark on his finger. She flushed with anger and retorted, "I'm not spoiled."
Like a child, Gu Yicheng reached out and rubbed her hair: "Okay, our little white is not coquettish, he's a girl."