That was Mrs. Fu's high school uniform.
Lin Chuxia's academic performance has always been mediocre. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't get into the key middle school that Lin's father and Lin's mother hoped for. For some money, she was sent to a private noble middle school.
Because it is a private middle school, the school spirit is open, and the students are all children from rich families, so even the school uniform is not a common style, but a beautiful and exquisite sailor uniform.
Girls will also secretly shorten their skirts to reveal their white thighs.
Of course, Lin Chuxia didn't dare to do this, but the original skirt was not long, it was five centimeters above the knee, which could reveal her slender legs, which was completely different from the conservative long skirt she wore now.
Fu Hanchuan looked at the sailor suit, his eyes became hotter and hotter, with an undercurrent surging faintly.
Surrounded by Fu Hanchuan's warm breath, Lin Chuxia gradually dissipated the sour grievances in her heart, only then did she realize that the two of them were too intimate, and they were still in her room before they got married.
Surrounded by marks of her girlhood, it makes people feel shy.
She shifted her gaze from the tie to Fu Hanchuan's face, and was about to speak, but noticed his focused gaze, turned her head to look along the line of sight, and when they saw the sailor suit together, she forgot what she was going to say. Instead, there was a rush of heat on his face.
After half a year of marriage, so many days and nights, how could Lin Chuxia fail to see the desire in Fu Hanchuan's eyes.
She concealed the little panic in her heart, and said in a calm voice, "That's my old school uniform. Recently, mom is sorting out old things that are not used, and she may have forgotten them here..."
Without waiting for her to finish speaking, Fu Hanchuan interrupted in a deep voice, "Show me the clothes."
When speaking, his arms around Lin Chuxia's waist tightened silently, fearing that this timid and shy woman would escape from his arms.
"Ok?"
Lin Chuxia was surprised for a moment, her cheeks were pink and her eyes were red, like a little white rabbit, she stared wide-eyed for a while, and then slowly realized what Fu Hanchuan said, her face flushed brightly.
"Chu Xia, try it on, I want to see it."
Fu Hanchuan spoke again, and in the most gentle tone, he spoke orders that could not be questioned.
He wanted to see, to see how stunning the effect of that dreamy sailor skirt would be on Lin Chuxia.
In those obsidian-like deep eyes, naked desire emerged, like a rope binding Lin Chuxia tightly, just like the tie she was holding tightly just now.
In Lin Chuxia's mind, not only the Fu Hanchuan in front of her eyes, but also the Fu Hanchuan who secretly helped her arrange work, the Fu Hanchuan who would hug her with a warm chest, the Fu Hanchuan who would suppress her desire not to force her to have sex...
All kinds of pictures overlapped and flashed in her mind, thinking of Fu Hanchuan's silent dedication, her heart and body softened together.
"That was the clothes I wore in high school. I...I might not be able to wear them now..." Lin Chuxia's voice was very soft, with compromises and promises between the lines.
Fu Hanchuan glanced at the sailor suit hanging in front of the closet, then at Lin Chuxia in front of him,
From the small chin to the breasts, the eyes pause for a while on the plump curves, and then continue down, waist, buttocks, thighs... every inch of skin is spared.
Under such a direct and hot gaze, Lin Chuxia was at a loss for what to do.
She was clearly wearing clothes, but she felt that she was completely naked in Fu Hanchuan's eyes, being inspected by him naked.
Fu Hanchuan's gaze finally turned back to Lin Chuxia's chest. The two balls of breasts under the loose fabric were big and round, he knew it all too well.
He only hesitated for a moment, and said thickly and resolutely, "You can wear it."
Without the slightest bit of coercion or sweet words to coax, Lin Chuxia was eaten to death by Fu Hanchuan, half pushed, half pushed, and the sailor suit was already in her hands.
Her cheeks were red and hot, and she complained softly, "I need to change clothes, don't keep looking at me."
Fu Hanchuan didn't make things difficult for her this time, he stood up and walked towards the door.
Lin Chuxia thought that he was going to go out, so she breathed a sigh of relief and was in a daze.
But there was a click, and the door was locked.
Fu Hanchuan stood on the spot, with a straight body, and said steadily, "Call me when you change."
God knows, he could bear the pain in his lower body.
——
【Q&A time for couples】
When did you two meet for the first time?
Mr. Fu: Her high school graduation ceremony.
Mrs. Fu (looking at Mr. Fu in surprise): Isn't it the day of the blind date?
〔Add to bookmark〕
!~
.
!~
YOU ARE READING
Mr. And Mrs. Fu
FantasyFriday night was sex night. That was their arrangement. Mrs. Fu looked at the calendar perplexed... She didn't want to have sex with Mr. Fu! ----- Mr. Fu: "I like your cartoon pajamas." Mrs. Fu: I thought men only like sexy lingerie! Note- This is m...