"Ah..." She didn't expect that the calendar in her hand fell off and the paint on the tip of her pen was applied to him.

She struggled in panic in his arms, "Sran..."

"It's okay." Huo Siran hugged her tighter and took her to the sofa. Lin Yitong wanted to struggle at first, but when she looked at the empty warm little house where the children left, her cheeks became hot and she couldn't help but fall into his arms. Sure enough, as soon as Huo Siran sat down, her warm palm gently held the back of her head, and with a callous thumb, she wiped the enchanting and soft hair on her side face, leaned her head, and kissed it with a hot breath.

Her lips, which were somewhat chapped by the cold winter wind, became wet after a few intense entanglements, and were stained with her hot breath. The little thing was very obedient and took the initiative. When he wanted to kiss her, she gently raised her chin and posed in a soft and complimented manner in his arms.

The stiff bones of Huo Siran were trembling, making a slight sound, and the kiss became more and more profound and lingering, fierce, separated her soft body and pressed her, infinitely fitting... The big palm tightly wrapped around her petite buttocks, grabbed, rubbed, pressed, and tightened in her arms and wanted to crush her into her body...

Even the saliva brought by the deep kiss was entangled and swallowed greedily, making a sound of tsk...

The hot atmosphere lingered the two of them. Huo Siran felt that there was flame burning all over her body, and her mind collapsed slightly, and her mind buzzed. He sucked out her soft and tender tongue and went deeper than once. Lin Yitong felt that her soul seemed to float up, and was absorbed in his direction, and was eaten into his mouth and in his belly... His handsome eyebrows were the most beautiful paintings carved by time in her life. He was the god who manipulated her soul, touch, and carried her to stir up shocking waves and storm...

The sound of the tip of the pen falling down from the ground was slight and small, but it still made the two of them find a little bit of mentality in their intense lingering relationship.

She was about to be unable to breathe, and Hosran pressed the back of her head, slowly relieved a little pressure while rubbing and rubbing it repeatedly, and a trace of breath between her lips and nose was eased. Looking at the thin and ruthless lips, the hot and hot lips did not let her go, and still covered her soft and bright red lips, kissing and biting her tongue at an extremely slow pace, allowing her to mingle and kiss the feeling of the two people spread along the nerve endings to the limbs, and repeatedly portrayed in depth in memory, allowing her to remember this feeling clearly until she died...

Lin Yitong was drunk...

He was still entangled, not saying a word, but it seemed to be more than a thousand words. He bit her upper and lower lips lightly, and held a petal in his mouth and sucked heavily between his lips. The rough fingertips rubbed the thicker and thicker comfort between her scalp. She moaned softly, and her little face was blurred as if she was in a dream. The tip of her nose was slightly sour, and she felt moved. Her little hands reached into his collar and covered her helplessly. When his strength increased, her five fingers couldn't help but hum and grasp it tightly.

Facing his kiss, his pick and tease to chase his lips... After finally catching up, he covered him with infinite tenderness, feeling her helpless initiative, gently opening the gap between teeth, and she came in. Her green fingers buried her thick hair with force, tightening them in his direction, and then clasped them... His beastly nature was exploded bit by bit, pinching her delicate jaw, kissing her, violently turning passive into initiative, and causing a thrilling tide again...

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"The children start to live in my parents' house today, and will move back together after the wedding day," Lin Yitong said softly in his arms, arching into his neck tiredly, "You can rest too..."

These days, I am busy with weddings and banquets every day, and I have to help her take care of the children at night, and I almost didn’t have much rest.

"It's time for the children to come back after a few days," Hosran rubbed her hair, bowed her head, and opened her thin lips lightly. "Otherwise, I'll have no time to be really alone with you these days."

The well-behaved man hugged in his arms, hugged his neck, and said nothing. But he was thinking-

It turns out that it's the same as her, she also... thinks so much, and always regrets...

Hosran tightened his arms and hugged her up a little. When he bowed his head, the two of them could breathe and blend. He asked softly: "Have you missed me in the past three months?"

Her slender eyelashes trembled and nodded: "I said I'm thinking every day, do you believe it?"

Hosran's thin lips pursed tightly and said nothing.

"The hospital was going to take my vacation in the first half of the month, saying that I was like a storm every day. I was thinking about it without eating or sleeping. I was worried that they felt that I couldn't do a good job. So I went home, sat here every day, and called occasionally. I called and asked about your situation every night. The expert group in Z was very strict. In order to prevent accidents, even the basic external communication between doctors was prohibited. So I sometimes asked, and sometimes I couldn't ask, and I went to eat when I was hungry every day. The things in the refrigerator were empty, so I would go down and buy whatever I could to fill my stomach." She suddenly remembered something and gently pulled her hand, revealing her left wrist. "At that time, the care was not properly done, and the dressing was not changed in time, so it seemed that there was scar."

Hosran held the slender wrist, and there were two shocking wounds on it, two deep-looking wounds.

"When I was in Z, I found a team of doctors from the United States who were very knowledgeable about the treatment of surgical scars or accidental scars. I will ask them." That was when his condition improved a little. He was soaking in the closed medical research institute every day. He suddenly remembered the surgical scar left on her back waist and asked specifically.

Lin Yitong didn't care and gently pulled her wrist back: "Later, about a month later, I got the exact news that my life had been saved, and the organs were generally unhindered, and it did not hinder my normal ability to move and live. I suddenly felt relieved. From that time on, I started to eat and live well, and wait for you to come back. I worked as a surgeon in the hospital and often said perfunctory words to patients. I knew what they mean, but I felt that there seemed to be nothing. As long as you can walk, eat, sleep, take things, bask in the sun, and hear me clearly, it would be fine. For me, the best and most sound person, nothing else."

Speaking of this, she raised her eyes, her watery eyes were clear, she looked at him and smiled: "Do you know what I am thinking now?"

Hosran stared at her and spoke slowly: "I was thinking about the first time I saw you alive in four years?"

She nodded, her eyes were bright, and she liked the feeling of being in tune with each other very much.

"I probably had one idea at that time, very strong, and other small thoughts were nothing," he paused, and every word was heart-to-heart. "I was thinking, if you are still alive, that's the best."

She smiled slightly, with a faint mist in her eyes: "Hosran, we have such low requirements for each other."

Hosran gently hugged her shoulders, covered her forehead with thin lips, kissed her, and said softly: "What else do you need to ask for?"

She paused, bit her lip gently, and concluded: "So when you heard me say that I probably didn't have the chance to have another child, you shouldn't feel too much regret. No matter what Lin Yitong is like, you can accept it, right?"

He said nothing and let her make a conclusion. She should have the confidence now. He didn't have to ask him any thoughts about many things. She could guess accurately and accurately.

She froze for a long time before turning over and hugging his neck softly.

"Hosran, you have to hold me and sleep all night." She spent three months without him. The loneliness was like a bloodthirsty insect that penetrated into her bone marrow, which made her unforgettable.

Hosran's indifferent voice came down: "Just just hug?"

The dull tone seemed to remind Lin Yitong of something. Her face suddenly turned red to her ears and tightened her circle: "On the night of the wedding, I want to inspect the goods myself."

Hosran patted her back gently, and said calmly.

But I'm afraid I can't wait for this "good".

"Go..." He softly coaxed two words, patted her, then put her legs together, picked her up and walked towards the bedroom.

"I haven't taken a shower or rinse..." She struggled.

Hosran pressed her little head against her chest, "It's fine to finish before bed."

Before going to bed? So during the time before going to bed, can there be other tasks?

Lin Yitong was not worried about anything, and even had a desire to move in her heart and body. When he put it on the big bed, he still hugged his neck tightly and said hoarsely: "Don't forget what happened tomorrow... I went to C City to worship in the morning, went back to my parents' house for dinner at noon, and took wedding photos in the afternoon. My colleague said he would come and watch with me..."

Line up very tightly.

"Yes." Hosran gently pulled down her arm, went down to help her take off her shoes, put them onto the bed, and when she covered her palms, she rubbed her waist near her pants, pressed her sexy thin lips, and under the soft light of the desk lamp, she covered her cherry lips...
Chapter completed!