"This is your bedroom. Why are you so formal?"
Zhang Yuhe said to Liu Huanjiao, who was several steps away from him. He couldn't see happiness and anger on his face.
Hehe, I'd like to be relaxed. Don't sit in my bed if you have the ability!
Just now, Liu Huanjiao didn't have time to put a coat. Zhang Yuhe actually sat and leaned against the bed, with long legs on the left and right, so long that he filled the edge of the bed.
Look at that posture, how to look, how scary!
It's dangerous!
But she couldn't help but return to each other. She put her hands in front of her and lowered her eyebrows. "Handsome, if you're tired, rest in bed. I'll come back when you wake up."
"You want to go?" Zhang Yuhe asked when he understood Liu Huanjiao's intention.
Liu Huanjiao kept her posture and expression unchanged. "I'm afraid it will disturb the Marshal's rest."
After waiting for a while, the other party didn't respond. Liu Huanjiao just wanted to look up and see what happened. One hand stretched out, pulled her and pulled her hard.
Liu Huanjiao fell heavily into Zhang Yuhe's arms.
The nose hit on the hard button. It hurt and sour. I almost couldn't help crying.
Zhang Yuhe grabbed Liu Huanjiao's wrist with one hand and hugged her waist with the other. He looked up at his Liu Huanjiao and said, "how boring am I to sleep alone? How about my wife with me?"
Shit, who's more interesting to sleep? It's not bed sports!
Zhang Yuhe should be a smoker. He has a faint smell of tobacco and a very special, strong but not unpleasant smell.
The taste seems to belong to Zhang Yuhe alone, with absolute aggression like him.
So close, the smell came and entangled with her.
Liu Huanjiao is not used to it, or she is a little strange and afraid.
She didn't catch one hand by Zhang Yuhe, so she tried to get up from Zhang Yuhe.
As soon as she got up, Liu Huanjiao fell down again. Fengying happened to hit Zhang Yuhe's hand and chest.
Soft, as soft as Zhang Yuhe thought. His hand even got stuck.
Zhang Yuhe's eyes are dark and his voice is hoarse. "It's really hard for my wife to keep her handsome."
Liu Huanjiao blushed, bit her teeth and stared at Zhang Yuhe. For a moment, she didn't know what to refute.
This army, ruffian! This hooligan!
Zhang Yuhe liked Liu Huanjiao's shy and angry appearance very much. He took advantage of it and said, "madam, it's still bright. I really don't want to publicize sex in the daytime. I'm said to be an army general who is addicted to sex."
Liu Huanjiao even struggled to get up and said, "in that case, the marshal will release me and have a good rest."
Seeing that the person in his arms wanted to leave three or four times, Zhang Yuhe suddenly grabbed Liu Huanjiao's hand and carried it behind her. Then, like holding the enemy, he turned over and pressed her under him.
The speed was too fast. Liu Huanjiao only felt a flower in front of her, and she was lying in bed.
The soft pillow under his hand is not the popular hard pillow of this era.
Looking at the posture, it seems that Zhang Yuhe's hand is resting under her head.
In this way, the posture of men and women was ambiguous and dangerous. Liu Huanjiao almost trembled and asked, "Marshal?"
She was afraid to ask Zhang Yuhe what he wanted to do. She was afraid that she could not answer the answer.
Zhang Yuhe, "are you afraid of me?"
An unexpected question, Liu Huanjiao was stunned and wanted to say "not afraid", but seeing Zhang Yuhe's eyes, she closed her mouth again.
Don't say "fear" or "fear", let Zhang Yuhe guess for himself.
Zhang Yuhe gently took out his hand under Liu Huanjiao's head, propped it in her ear, and asked, "were you scared when I shot before?"
Liu Huanjiao still didn't speak.
"So today, you also deliberately want to help Yu Qiuge escape?"