During the breaks of speaking, a fragrance wafted out of the pot. Ji Rufeng immediately turned around to look at the pot.

Yu Wangchen walked to him and suddenly raised his hand and knocked his right arm. His hand suddenly shook and almost lifted the dish out of the pot.

Ji Rufeng looked at her helplessly, but Yu Wangchen frowned. For many days, although she slept in the same room every day, this person wore a long-sleeved shirt during the day and a long-sleeved pajama at night. She had never seen the arm like this.

"You won't press a prosthetic limb, do you?"

Ji Rufeng stretched out his hand, "Have you seen such a real prosthetic limb?"

"That's true."

As she said that, she was about to raise her hand and roll up his sleeves. Unexpectedly, Huanhuan's voice came from outside, yelling that she was hungry, like a little demon king, making a fuss and domineering person, and I don't know who she followed.

"Take this out quickly."

Ji Rufeng handed her the food on the tray, but Yu Wangchen had to give up for a while and brought the food out.

At night, Huanhuan fell asleep. As soon as Ji Rufeng put her down, she felt that Huanhuan was moved to Yu Wangchen.

He raised his eyebrows, and before he could react, a soft body became more in his arms.

Her arm was hanging around his neck, and one hand had already touched it from his pajamas. She liked the word in his heart, and she often touched it, and often touched him.

For example, now, the man's forehead is leaping with blue veins, and in just a few minutes, sweat comes out.

"A Jian." The man pressed her little hand on her body in a hoarse voice, especially when he lowered his head, and the more plump breasts rubbed against his chest after giving birth to Huanhuan, which was simply a torture for him.

"Change a room." said the woman in her arms.

Ji Rufeng's head buzzed for a moment. As a man, if he didn't understand what this meant, he would have lived for thirty years in vain.

He gasped, looked at Huanhuan, and couldn't help but lower his head and kissed her on her lips, "Really?"

"Fake it." Her legs rubbed against his legs. Ji Rufeng pulled her and sat up, blocking Huanhuan's sides with pillows. Yu Wangchen only felt that he was rolled up by a burst of force and left the door of the room.

There was a room opposite. As soon as you entered the door, Yu Wangchen was suppressed. She pushed him and said, "On the light."

The man raised his eyebrows and kissed her while turning on the lights. The warm kiss was better than the panic and confusion he had last time in Edinburgh.

The woman raised her neck, endured his invasion and possession, and felt the dense kiss continue to go downwards, leaving a hot mark.

The clothes gradually fell, and it was possession inch by inch, and he finally filled her completely again.

While breathing, Yu Wangchen's eyes were blurred and he finally saw the arm.

It is a little thinner than the left arm, with loose muscles and loose skin and terrifyingly white, and it looks very bad.

Her fingertips couldn't help climbing along his arms. The man was shocked and came back to his senses. He didn't care that their bodies were still connected, so he went to grab his clothes.

With a "bang", he was overturned on the bed and his head was knocked to the head of the bed. He didn't care about the pain and wanted to pull the bedding, but few people lived in this room, and everything was placed in the cabinet, and only she and him were overlapped on the bed.

"How did you do it?" she asked.

Last time he said it was just a while, but if it were just that, how could the arm become like this?

It clearly seemed to shrink.

"A Jian..." He then understood her purpose today, and was a little helpless. This was also the reason why he had been resisting being intimate with her, and was afraid of scaring her.
Chapter completed!