Chatper 267 (1/2)

What is the prerequisite for a good refueling?

Song Weiyi didn't know, but after Pei Yibai finished tossing about in the bathroom, he shifted his position and returned to the bed.

She was so tired that she didn't want to move, but Pei Yibai was still not enjoying herself, so she took out a pillow from the side and placed it under Song Weiyi's waist.

She was a little taller out of thin air.

"Well, like this, it's a little uncomfortable." Song Weiyi's cheeks were pink, trying to roll off the pillow.

Her eyelids are so heavy, she wants to sleep, so sleepy.

Pei Yibai didn't like Song Weiyi's intentions, and patted her face lightly a few times, "Wife, don't sleep, it's still early, do you still want to have a baby?"

"Could it be tomorrow? I'm really sleepy. Didn't you struggle so long just now?" Song Weiyi yawned and bargained with him.

"Tomorrow your mother-in-law will take you to the birth checkup. If you don't work hard now, then..."

Song's only sleepy man ran away a little, opened his eyes and stared at him.

No matter how diligent you are tonight, you won't be able to check it out tomorrow, right?

"But I don't feel well." Song Weiyi moved his waist, which was already sore, but now it is still in this posture, making it even more uncomfortable.

Pei Yibai smirked, sucked his lips warmly, and sucked heavily, and Song Weiyi suddenly let out a soft breath, as if his soul had come out of his body.

Her pink cheeks were flushed, there were crystal tears in the corners of her eyes, and her whole body was hot.

"It is said that it is easier to conceive this way." His vague voice came from the deep groove in her chest.

Song Weiyi's face flushed red, and his whole body felt light.

His hand drew circles on her little belly button, itching and numb, Song Wei tried to pull his troublesome hand away, but failed.

"Honey, call me." He raised his head, and a hoarse voice came from above.

Song Weiyi was crazy, drunk, opened his mouth obediently, and called her husband.

"Well, is there anything else? Is there anything else to say?" he asked again.

"No...not anymore." Song Weiwei replied panting, his hand had crossed her flat belly to the softest part of her body, and her whole body was limp.

"Why is there no more? Tell me, who is your favorite." Pei Yibai sat down between her legs slowly, generously observing Song Weiyi's delicate state at the moment.

Bright red and moist eyes, light pink skin, and a delicate body that people can't put it down.

It almost drove him crazy, his whole body felt tense and uncomfortable, and his throat was itchy and dry.

Song Weiyi's eyelashes trembled, just as Pei Yibai thought, and said softly: "It's husband, it's Pei Yibai."

With a satisfied smile, he suddenly lowered his head, opened her legs forcefully, and held her...

"Ah..." There was a lingering lingering blow that almost sent Song Weiyi flying out.

He he he... Song Weiyi's mind suddenly became a mess, unable to concentrate and understand what Pei Yibai was doing.

All she knew was that she was about to fly into the sky, as if walking on clouds, her whole body was numb, but extremely comfortable.

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo... no more." A moment later, before he stopped, Song Weiyi was trembling violently, unable to control his reaction.

Such a strange, scary, even slutty her.

Song Weiyi was forced to tears, how could she do this?

"Wife, bear with me." He raised his head, his voice even deeper.

This time, Pei Yibai couldn't bear it any longer, raised her hips, and opened her legs...