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As he spoke, he felt a slight chill on his chest. Song Weiyi lowered his head and exposed himself naked to Pei Yibai's eyes.

The provocation just now withered away, and Song Weiwei kicked him with all his teeth and claws.

"Don't look, don't look."

"Wife, I can see everything, what should I cover?"

"It's all about violence like you, but those nightdresses cost more than a thousand dollars each." Song Weiwei glared at him angrily.

Mengmeng, the prodigal girl, said not to buy it, she insisted on buying it.

Well now, it took less than half an hour from the time she put it on to being torn apart.

More than 1,000 yuan in half an hour wasted.

Song Weiwei covered his face and wept silently for the money.

Mengmeng, you're so embarrassing, why don't you just give me cash.

"If my wife feels distressed, then I will compensate you ten pieces."

"Bah, I don't want it." Song Weiyi glared at him angrily, and waved his small fist at him.

Who cares about this fabric, not only does she not care about it, she will not wear it even if she is killed.

Pei Yibai, who was hit on the chest by her small fist, pressed Song Weiyi's small hand firmly.

"Annoyed?"

"Why don't you say I'm on fire?"

"My wife, don't be angry."

"Can I not be angry? Huh, I don't want to talk to you now."

Song Weiyi got under the quilt, seeing this, Pei Yibai simply lay down too.

However, he kept making small movements with his hands, and even pulled Song's only hand to take off his clothes.

"Hey, what do you want?"

"What do you say, wife?"

"Ha, I see." Song Weiyi suddenly realized, and suddenly remembered something.

His attitude changed 360 degrees, and he lay on Pei Yibai's body directly, smiling coquettishly, and looked at the man in front of him with watery eyes.

It is undeniable that Pei Yibai's handsome face was bleeding. Song Weiwei looked at him, lowered his head, and kissed him on the forehead.

Eyes, nose, lips.

Pei Yibai noticed her movement, sighed, wrapped his big hands around Song Weiyi's waist, and brought him to his body.

Song Weiyi felt the heat in his buttocks, and his face was flushed, but he didn't flinch.

Her lips were kissed by Pei Yibai forcefully, and his mouth was occupied by him, playing with her little * tongue.

By the time he let go, Song Weiyi's vision had long since become hazy, making Pei Yibai's mouth dry, wishing he could eat her in one gulp.

In fact he did.

The big hand came to Song Weiyi's chest, including his eyes and lips.

She snorted a few times, but did not stop Pei Yibai's movements.

At some point, Song Weiyi lay down on the bottom, while Pei Yibai bent over it.

His hand continued to go down, and then touched Song's only little Nene.

The key is that the small inside is covered with a layer of small bread.

Song Weiyi suddenly came back to his senses and smiled brightly at Pei Yibai.

"Husband, there is one more thing I didn't tell you. My aunt hasn't left yet."

After saying this, Pei Yibai's complexion darkened immediately as far as his eyes could see.

"Honey, you're breathing so fast, isn't it particularly uncomfortable? Hey, you're still sweating on your forehead, isn't it very hot? I'll turn down the air conditioner." Song Weiyi said, and got up straight away. He purposely slipped around before Pei Yibai's gaze.

Pei Yibai's face was ashen, pinching the corner of the quilt, all the muscles in his body were tangled together.

Song Weiwei covered his mouth, trying not to laugh.