"incredible……"

A female voice with a crying voice trembled in the quiet room after the storm. Anyone could hear her anger at this moment, as if she had suffered a great insult.

"Scum!"

After my wife Ran recovered from the afterglow, she pushed Hojo away with a flushed face, and looked at him with shame and humiliation.

"Why are you so angry? Didn't you do this before? Could it be that I didn't do it well enough this time?"

Makoto Hojo lay down a little weakly, still holding her white and tender legs with both hands and not letting go, looking strangely at my wife Lan with an angry face.

"You pervert stay away from me..."

My wife Lan bit her lower lip lightly, and looked at him even more angry. The crystal tears that had just been lost when she was tortured and lost her mind were still hanging in the corners of her eyes.

"It was my wife classmate who did it first, right? I just followed the flow. Aren't you very happy?"

Hojo Makoto muttered quietly.

"Shut up!"

My wife Lan pinched his cheeks in anger.

"Don't be upset. I'm not gentle like I've never been before this time? Your experience is also very good, right?"

Makoto Hojo smiled and crawled into her arms again, rubbing her warm and beads of sweat on her face, and said proudly.

"You can only do this now, right?"

My wife Lan looked at his tender face, and the shame in her heart made her feel even more at a loss. She had actually...

"Why can you do this kind of thing just because you are so old?"

She rubbed Hojo Makoto's head in annoyance.

"It's all like this. I'm not special. Have you taken biology classes seriously?"

Makoto Hojo raised his bracelet and wrapped it over her delicate swan neck, and he wrapped it around her, saying depressedly:

"But I'm so tired. In the past, my wife and classmate, you should have been crying. I really want to change back soon."

"You're so annoyed."

My wife Lan patted his back with disgust, and then wanted to push the scoundrel away from her body, scolding her:

"Don't stick it to me, it's sticky and greasy, I'm going to take a shower."

“I’ll be with you too.”

Makoto Hojo hurriedly said.

"I refuse."

My wife Lan doesn't want to pay attention to him anymore.

"Dress clothes first in the winter."

Makoto Hojo looked at my wife Arashi who was walking towards the door, picked up her coat by the bed, and trotted and handed it over.

"Don't just talk about me, what about you? Fifty steps and hundreds of steps."

My wife Lan frowned and threw her clothes on him, then quickly walked into the bathroom, but it did not close.

“It’s really awkward.”

Seeing this, Hojo Makoto couldn't help laughing, then followed and walked into the bathroom with the blessing of hot water and warmth as spring.

"My wife classmate, I have a small request. Would you like to listen to it?"

He said to my wife Lan, who was standing under the shower and stretching out her beautiful body.

"I don't have any interest at all. Please don't talk to me, as I will get morning sickness."

My wife Lan snorted softly.

"I probably don't have this kind of superpower."

Makoto Hojo was a little ashamed.

"Don't keep staring at me. Aren't you a gentleman? Please be a little polite."

My wife Arashi was so bad that she shook him, and dense water droplets sprinkled over, wetting Hojo Makoto's face.

“Is this a reward?”

Makoto Hojo was not unhappy and walked slowly to my wife classmate and shared a shower with her.

"Don't squeeze in!"

My wife Lan has a big objection to him.

"My wife and classmate, I have helped you wash your hair a lot before. Can you ask you to serve me now?"

Hojo Makoto talks about him.

“Um…”

He thought my wife Lan would refuse without hesitation and ask him to get out, but unexpectedly, she showed a look of consideration and seemed to be very interesting to raise her hand and touch her chin.

"Look, what you need to do to prepare for pregnancy is not just to improve your physical fitness, but also to take care of your children's knowledge is also very important."

Hojo Makoto is a tricky trick.

"Don't talk to me."

My wife Lan's face suddenly became cold again. She lowered her hand and rubbed his hair into a mess, saying in disgust:

"Where do you have so many despicable habits? I just used that to me, but now I want to pretend to be a child, so don't you think it's strange? I don't want you to touch it in the future."

"this……"

Makoto Hojo's face suddenly became funny, and he said carefully: "My wife and classmates, couples who are dating usually do this, don't feel awkward."

"Don't make justifications for your own inability. Who else is dating you? At best, you are just a tool for me to solve my needs."

My wife Lan said coldly.

"So heartless."

Hojo Makoto Smile.

"why are you laughing?"

Her expression suddenly became unhappy.

"You are so cute, my wife and classmate."

Makoto Hojo raised his hand and gently hugged her waist, pressed his face against her warm jade-like belly, and rubbed it with attachment.

"Where are you taking advantage of?"

My wife Lan blushed and pulled his ears to face the wall.

"hair."

Makoto Hojo took her hand and placed it on his head.

“There are so many requirements.”

My wife Lan complained, but did not refuse again. She pulled the stool placed beside her and placed behind him and let him sit down.

"Do you want me to bald?"

Makoto Hojo felt the pain from his hair that had been pulled hard and pulled hard, and immediately took a breath.

"Who made you disobedient?"

My wife Lan snorted.

“Bald is inherited!”

Hojo Makoto emphasized.

"What does it have to do with me?"

Although she said this, she did not pull his hair any longer, but rubbed his scalp with her green jade fingers and washed it carefully.

"Thanks for your hard work."

After rinsing their bodies, they soaked in a narrow bathtub, with their feet facing each other.

"Generally speaking, the owner is responsible for combing the pet's hair."

My wife Lan squinted her eyes lazily and lay halfway down, her little face full of comfort, and her complexion was much rosy than when she first came back.

"My wife classmate."

Makoto Hojo pulled over her delicate little feet, pressed her pink feet gently with force, and said softly:

"How about staying at my house tonight?"

"What do you want to do again?"

My wife Lan's face suddenly became alert when she enjoyed her.

"It's New Year at twelve o'clock in the evening. I want to spend that moment with you, okay?"

Makoto Hojo blinked at her.

"I don't think this is something to celebrate."

My wife Lan turned her head unnaturally.
To be continued...