Little Mute

Chapter 11

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    "Be obedient, close your eyes."

    "Close your eyes now to help your husband."

    Zhou Ning said almost earnestly, what made Lin Wan the most What makes him happy is that he can help him. He said so, and Lin Wan must be obedient.

    In fact, I have already guessed something in my heart. In the dark world, the hearing is more acute, the brain is active at a high speed, and it is easier to think about it. Otherwise, how could he just hear Zhou Ning's sigh and his scalp would go numb.

    Zhou Ning turned over from him, sat aside, and instructed worriedly, "Don't open it, I said it's ok to open it again." He

    nodded after getting permission . What are you doing.

    When I was in college, my classmates often said that they really envy such an S-class alpha, who is handsome and has a good personality, and all the people chasing him are lined up. How many wives do you have to marry in the future, can you sleep?

    The roommate has also seriously helped him worry. If the wives fq on the same day, which one is better to take care of first? After calculating the probability and writing the formula, he listed two pages of derivation, and finally told him cautiously: it is best not to exceed six without hurting his body.     In fact, he only married one, and after marriage, he didn't even have a very tongue-in-cheek kiss. Now he can't help it anymore, his wife is lying next to him, he looks at his wife's face and is self-reliant, which is really promising.     If his classmates knew this, it would be enough to laugh at two teaching buildings.     Lin Wan lay quietly, not daring to move. He could hear Zhou Ning's zipper, deep panting, and even the sound of his hands rubbing against...     He knew what Zhou Ning was doing to him, and knew that Zhou Ning was looking at him. He could feel the deep eyes touching his whole body, not letting go of an inch.     His nerves and body were tense, but Zhou Ning didn't touch it, but his hands were already clenching the sheets, as if he was enduring something.

    His shy face was as red as blood, and he closed his eyes but couldn't hide the shy expression on his brows, as if he had been attacked/violated with real bullets - this is what Zhou Ning likes to see.

    As early as I had eaten Lin Wan clean in my mind, the bones were full of flavor. He lowered his head to speed up the movements in his hands, and couldn't help but murmured: "Xiao Wan..." The

    heart seemed to resonate with this gu-like air sound, and Lin Wan's chest was filled with intense curiosity, and she secretly narrowed her eyes. .

    For someone who can look at his face like this, he can't tell whether Zhou Ning is in pain, enjoyment, or a combination of the two. It's like sinking into desire, yet showing a trace of unwillingness.

    The key is that such an unfamiliar and attractive look made him very moved.

    Zhou Ning's forehead and hair were a little wet, and the sweat dripped down the tips of her hair, passed her neck, and rolled into her collarbone socket.

    Lin Wan swallowed a small amount of saliva, lying flat on his back has bad vision, and he couldn't see the key parts clearly, so he wanted to turn over and lie on his side. The more he thought about being careful not to disturb Zhou Ning, the more clumsy his movements became.