"take it easy."

Zhao Tianluo tried hard to calm down, but couldn't hide the slight trembling of his eyelashes: "My husband...I...I'm not nervous." He didn't speak smoothly.

With his lips connected, Cao Hua raised his hand and hugged her back.

The lights were swaying, and in the ordinary winter day, the two figures depended on each other. Zhao Tianluo breathed a little unstable. After letting go of the resistance in his heart, his eyes were soon blurred. After thinking about it, she quietly raised her hand to hug her husband, a little timid. She felt that she couldn't breathe again. She raised her hand and patted her husband's shoulder, but it was useless. In the end, she just put it on his arm and fell backwards.

When lying on the bed, Zhao Tianluo woke up a little, remembered something, and suddenly raised his hand and pushed Cao Hua's chest: "Honeyman...How did you appear in Sister Fei'er's room yesterday? Is it..." Speaking of this, Zhao Tianluo had no intention of "sleeping" and frowned.

There are too many things happening today, and I almost forgot about my husband breaking into the widow's door at night.

Cao Hua laughed and raised his hand to shave on her face: "Zhao Fei knows my background. She wanted to give her some advice, but she didn't expect you to be caught."

"Is that true?" Zhao Tianluo was half-believing and half-doubting.

"Don't interrupt." Cao Hua kissed her on the face, then stood up and took off her embroidered shoes.

Zhao Tianluo hurriedly turned over, shrank his little feet back, and whispered: "I'll do it myself, you're a man..."

With a rustling sound, she took off her embroidered shoes under her husband's eyes, retracted her white and tender feet back to the bed, sat sideways beside the big red bedding, and raised her hand to untied the strap around her waist.

Not the first time, but she was shy and unreliable. When she noticed Cao Hua staring, she slowly took off her red skirt, revealing her pink and tender shoulders and a red bellyband embroidered with mandarin ducks. Her breathing was obviously a little messed up, her eyelashes trembled slightly, and she went to untickle the belt of her bellyband. This time, nothing happened and it was untied smoothly, but she didn't dare to pull it down. With a little embarrassment, she looked up at Cao Hua: "My husband... you blew the light..."

Cao Hua turned his head and looked at the candlelight, without the intention of turning off the lights: "Lying down."

"Oh... OK."

Zhao Tianluo held his arms and lay down on the bed straight, closing his eyes and pretending to be dead, his body tense.

It was quite cold, Cao Hua took off his clothes and lay beside him, pulled the quilt over and covered him.

"My husband...I'm just lying down like that?"

"Normally yes, you can do it yourself."

"Oh... Then I'll lie down... Do you want to take off your clothes?"

"Just let go of your hand..."

"Okay...Woo-Husband..."

The man's clothes and bellyband were thrown out of the bedding and thrown to the ground.

"Well~..." A soft murmur sounded, and his palm slid over the skin behind his waist. Luoer curled up in the quilt. After a moment, he realized that it was not good and lay down flat again. He leaned against his warm chest, perhaps because he was hiding in the quilt and felt safe. Luoer was less nervous and muttered in a low voice: "I... do it myself."

The only underwear left was still on her body. She felt her husband untied her. Zhao Tianluo grabbed his hand with a red face and wanted to do it by herself. But after being squeezed for a long time, she didn't dare to do it. Then she heard a crisp sound of 'tear-', and nothing was left. She was immediately anxious and embarrassed, closed her eyes and didn't even dare to let out a breath, and was a little annoyed: "Mr....what should I do tomorrow morning..."

"Let's talk about it tomorrow morning."

"Oh..." Zhao Tianluo lay down straight and his legs, grabbed the bed sheet with his hands and was hot all over, like a frightened rabbit, and did not dare to move. Cao Hua was not in a hurry. He waited for her to adapt for a while before he slowly moved on to the next step...

"Wait, my husband, I forgot the white handkerchief..."

"I've seen blood last time..."

"Oh...ah-...husband~..."

The voice is like a whisper, with a bit of tremolo, and it feels like I am deliberately trying to talk to relieve my embarrassment.
Chapter completed!