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Her ear burned: "I'll go out for a while..."

"I'll go with you..."

Qian Yumo was about to get up and was pushed back by her: "You're just fine. I can't stand the cold. I'll be back in a minute..."

Qian Yumo was very stubborn, so one wanted to get up, and the other didn't let him move, so he tossed around.

"Poutong, Poutong..."

When Luo Wener felt that the situation was strange, the next door was already silent, and she was also listening to the movement here.

Her face turned red.

Looking again, at this moment, I am pressing on Qian Yumo, with my eyes facing my eyes and my nose facing my nose, and the situation is even more ambiguous.

She was about to get up, but Qian Yumo hugged her with his backhand.

This time, the situation was reversed, but Qian Yumo had a better way than her to directly treat her itching. She couldn't beat her and was pressed under him with a smile.

She recovered breathlessly and was about to reprimand Qianyu Mo's little friend, but she saw that his jade-like eyes were looking at her, and the corners of her lips hooked, which was a kind of warm and warm charm.

At this moment, he is not like the big boy who can act coquettish or play tricks on her during the day, but...

"Madam..."

The breath fell softly on her face, as if the feathers of a bird gently swept, itchy and fell straight into her heart.

"Madam..."

With another soft call, he slowly lowered his head, the tip of his nose gently touched the tip of her nose, and his lips moved slightly, so the cherry-red softness touched her lips.

Her brain banged, as if something had been blown up. When she gathered again, she saw him lowered her eyes slightly, and her lips once again. This time, it was a practical point, as if she was tasting something delicious. Then she raised her eyes, and her eyes trembled like the water blown by the wind. Drop your eyes again and continue to taste.

His beautiful long feathered eyebrows are right in front of her, as delicate as ink painting. She seems to guess his mood at this time based on the shaking of the eyebrows.

However, it was strange that although he held her tightly, she was not unable to struggle, but his lips were on her lips again and again.

And he didn't seem to be satisfied with the current shallow taste. He began to suck her lips, poked out the tip of his tongue, easily opened her teeth, and touched her small tongue that seemed to suddenly wake up to avoid, and then it was out of control.

Some things are probably self-eved, Luo Wen'er thought, so just now, she wants to test this conclusion, or...

It was too late to think about it. Qian Yumo seemed to have been ignited and instantly turned into a stove, a barbaric stove. It is no longer like the gentle, naive and naive in the daytime, only blindly attacking the city, making Luo Wener unprepared or subconsciously throw away her armor with some indulgence.

"Qian Yumo..." She struggled to breathe through.

"Madam..." He answered her and began to untie her clothes.

"Qian Yumo, this won't work, go to bed quickly, or I will..."

Oral education is a bluff in front of force and strength. Her breasts have been half exposed, and the peach color against the snow-white skin is also dazzling in the dark night light, and the peach red seems to flow down, staining the snow-white around her, which is very charming.

"Why not? You are my wife. Shouldn't my wife and my father-in-law be together?"

"Who taught you?"

At the right time, there was a loud shout from the next door.

Luo Wener was silent and instantly furious. She decided to settle accounts with Mrs. Liu.

But how can Qian Yumo let her go?

At this time, he had already pulled off his clothes, and immediately, a hard thing threatened to come over.

Luo Wener was in high spirits and hurriedly changed her tone: "We haven't worshipped yet, we can't..."

"You said that you are not from this village at all. We were buried under the snow together. You are my wife, why can't you?"

Luo Wen'er's speech is blocked.

"You saved me. If you are not my wife, you can't save me at all. I want to marry you!"

This is a little funny. No matter who promises each other, the one who suffers losses is always a woman, right?

"Madam," Qian Yumo's patience has reached its limit, his whole body is tense, and his arms rang slightly: "I don't know how we got here, and I don't remember the past, but now, we may never go back. Even if there is anything wrong with me, there is only you and me now. Why can't we... be together?

Luo Wen'er's heart was shocked, as if she had shaken off a curtain, and some things suddenly became enlightened.

Yes, he doesn't remember anything now. They are quarantined here and may not be able to go back. Then everything they used to be buried under the snowy mountains, and there may be no more Qian Yumo and Luo Wener in the world. Together now is a new beginning. No more worries, no more distress, she no longer has to be in a dilemma between the two brothers, wavering, worried that there will be any irreparable disaster because of herself.

God made a choice for her. She should follow this choice, not think about the past or the future, but only look at the present... They are together.

Isn't it good that he lost his memory, she lost the past, the past, and has nothing to do with them? And...

She has always been worried about something. Although she comes from modern times, she is still conservative, and the ancients valued it even more. She cared about her imperfection and was afraid that he would dislike her.

How ridiculous she is. On the one hand, she doesn't want to create chaos and want to leave him, and on the other hand, she wants to leave something beautiful in his heart.

She is so selfish!

And now, he has determined that they are a family, and she doesn't have to have these concerns. Isn't this a good opportunity?

She gradually relaxed, and his kiss covered her.

The temperature suddenly rose and made this cold winter night hot.

He kissed her carefully, as if he worshiped an exquisite and fragile work of art.

I don't know when the chest slipped down, and before the coolness was soaked, a strong chest warmed her in time.

This is a bleak winter night. You can hear the wind roaring through the window lattice. Animals that don't know their names howl far away, adding to the coldness, but the tent is full of spring, as if there are peach blossoms blooming.

He held her hand, broke it away little by little, carefully cared for the unmoving little finger, and then inserted his finger into it and clasped her.

How patient he is, under his gentleness, it turns into water little by little.

The gasp gradually became lighter, and the moan became more and more eager.

He also breathed heavily and bent down...