Chapter 7 Sugar Cake Micro H (breast rub)

It was not until Shen Qinghe's two white petals were red and swollen that Zhou Jing stopped his raging hands.

He gasped, lingered on Shen Qinghe's neck and took a heavy breath on her right neck: Be good, go back and apply medicine to you.

She replied delicately: OK.But she looked at her clothes that were soaked by Zhou Jing, and acted to push Zhou Jing away, and said angrily, "It's all wet, why should I get out?"

You are more than one wet, why can't you go out?

Shen Qinghe knew that Zhou Jing was teasing her, but she was still angry, so she lowered her head and bite Zhou Jing's shoulder, and water stains were instantly left on Zhou Jing's shoulder.

Zhou Jing was not annoyed, and gently placed Shen Qinghe on the seat, and then pulled a tender pink cheongsam in the measuring room to change it.

Just fit.

It’s a pity that Shen Qinghe doesn’t like it.

She pouted and disliked: This color is too old-fashioned.

Then let's change it to the blue one for you?

Then this one is better.

Shen Qinghe's lower body was swollen and painful, and she walked in a weird way, so she couldn't even stand up straight.

Zhou Jing shook his head and picked Shen Qinghe up horizontally, and opened the curtain.

Ah？

I'm holding you with my hands, not pulling the curtain with my hands, or do you don't want to go out?

Zhou Jing bit her ear.

Why does this person like it so much... Bite the ears...

When Boss Qiu saw that Shen Qinghe had changed into a dress and was carried out by Zhou Jing, he thought that the newlyweds would play some new tricks. After finishing the calculation, he smiled and sent the couple away. Unexpectedly, Shen Qinghe lay on Zhou Jing's shoulder and said to him:

I will call me Mrs. Chen in the future, I have a surname.

She spoke lightly, and Boss Qiu should have been so quick that no one noticed Zhou Jing's body stiffened for a moment.

It took two hours from going out to buying the fabric. Shen Qinghe felt sorry for the time to let the air today ended again, but it was also satisfying that the time to go out today was more than usual. She was brows and eyes along the way, and she didn't notice Zhou Jing who was silent against the window.

After a long time, he finally said: Let's go to Huxi Street.

Huxi Street is a famous snack street in Shanghai, where snacks from all over the world can be found here.

Do you want to buy something to eat?Shen Qinghe muttered: Isn’t there a chef at home?

Don’t you like sugar cakes?

The implication is that she went to Huxi Street for her.

Stars burst out from Shen Qinghe's eyes: Zhou Jing, you are so good!

While excited, she pounced on Zhou Jing, her lips gently brushing over Zhou Jing's neck, leaving red marks.

What she applied today was jasmine scent cream, which tasted light. The jasmine scent stayed at the tip of Zhou Jing's nose and could not dissipate for a long time.

But when she arrived at Huxi Street, she found that her lower body was incredibly painful. She walked boldly on the street and didn't know how many people would see her strange posture.

Shen Qinghe looked embarrassed.

Why don’t you get off the bus?Zhou Jing asked with his eyes closed.

you……

Um?

Don't you accompany me?

You can't say that she feels her walking posture is weird, and you want him to help her walk, right?

Zhou Jing said sourly: I thought Mrs. Chen didn't need anyone to accompany her.

When Shen Qinghe heard Zhou Jing calling her Mrs. Chen, she thought it was Zhou Jing who was willing to call her, but she did not notice the sarcastic spirit in Zhou Jing's speech.

Zhou Jing took out the medicine from his arms and asked Shen Qinghe to take it: Just watch it in the car, and let Lao Li go down to buy whatever he likes.

Lao Li is Zhou Jing’s driver.

Recently, Huxi Street sells pastries like green dumplings. Shen Qinghe doesn’t like to eat mugwort-flavored things, and it eliminates most of them at once.

There were endless hawking sounds on the street, and she heard what she wanted to eat.

Lao Li, please buy me two plum blossom cakes and then buy a bowl of small round pieces.

Old Li got out of the car with a voice, and only two people were left in the car.

It's almost summer, so why do you eat such a hot food?

I just love to eat, and I bought you one.In the end, it was a tone of seeking credit and reward.

Lao Li quickly got to hand over the plum blossom cake and Xiaoyuanzi to Shen Qinghe in the car.

She broke out a plum blossom cake and handed it to Zhou Jing: Try it.

Zhou Jing didn't like sweets, but he still tasted it next, which made him feel so fucked.

The plum blossom cake is too hot, and it can burn her fingers red through the oil paper, but she loves it so much that she refuses to let go.

After eating the plum blossom cake, Lao Li drove the two of them around the east side of the city before returning.

It was already dark when the two of them returned to Zhou Mansion.

I just ate plum blossom cake and Xiaoyuanzi in the car. Shen Qinghe was not very hungry, and Zhou Jing was so tired of the plum blossom cake that he couldn't eat.

The two have been married for a while, but the house still has the window flowers with the word "Happy" and the bed sheets are still embroidered with mandarin ducks playing in the water, which is very red.

After returning to the room, Shen Qinghe sat in front of the mirror and took off her makeup and comb her hair. Zhou Jing took off her clothes and lay on the bed, making a sound of breathing evenly, and probably fell asleep.

After going out for a day, Shen Qinghe was also a little tired. She turned her head and saw that Zhou Jing was not even covered with a quilt, and her naked chest muscles were exposed openly.

Not afraid of catching a cold.

Shen Qinghe cursed inwardly and reached out to cover Zhou Jing with a blanket. However, Zhou Jing, who had just fallen asleep, opened his eyes and bullied Shen Qinghe under him.

He exuded a gloomy aura that Shen Qinghe had never seen before. This aura was different from Zhou Jing she had seen in the past. Zhou Jing in front of her scared her.

You just don’t want to be Mrs. Zhou?Zhou Jing asked a cold question, but Shen Qinghe was puzzled. Before she could ask questions, Zhou Jing took off her nightgown, and her fair body fell between the red sheets.

The red color sets her skin, making her skin look like snow.

Zhou Jing didn't give Shen Qinghe a chance to speak. He kissed Shen Qinghe hard. The male smell exchanged with her, and the saliva flowed out between the two of them, crystal clear.

Shen Qinghe used all her strength to push Zhou Jing away, but it was just a waste of effort.

The huge power gap made her realize in an instant that she didn't have the chance to be at the upper hand.

They touched naked. Zhou Jing was practicing military training for many years, and his figure was beyond words. However, the biggest impact of such a figure at this moment was that Shen Qinghe's breasts were pressed into pain.

She and Zhou Jing actually had sex only once, but the two of them had done a lot of lust, and Zhou Jing loved to suck her breasts very much.

But today, Zhou Jing kept biting her lips and was unwilling to suck her breasts.

She felt a little lost in her heart.

She had an idea that she wanted to say it, but she knew that it was too lewd and she shouldn't have said it.

Shen Qinghe had never mentioned it to Zhou Jing. She liked him to suck her breasts. This time he stopped sucking, and she was actually a little sad.

Zhou Jing was probably tired of sucking and biting, so he left her lips for a long time.

Zhou Jing... Shen Qinghe's lips were shining with water. You can eat my breasts, okay?

If it were in the past, if Shen Qinghe could speak like this on the bed, Zhou Jingding would have to grab her tender breasts and suck and bite them hard.

But now his mind is full of Shen Qinghe's words. I'll call me Mrs. Chen in the future. I have a surname.

What exactly does her sentence mean?

Don’t want to be his wife of Young Marshal Zhou?

Mrs. Chen, she is so good. She just got married for a few days and didn’t want to be Mrs. Zhou.

Zhou Jing's big hands covered her breasts and rubbed them, and her breasts were kneaded into different shapes.

She moaned, regardless of whether the voice was appropriate to her reputation as the eldest lady of the Shen family. She just wanted to make these obscene sounds now.

Well... Zhou, Zhou Jing, rub the right side again... OK?

Is plum blossom cake delicious?

Delicious, sweet, very sweet...

Is it comfortable to rub?

Comfort, comfortable... After answering, Shen Qinghe immediately covered her face, as if the person who answered just now was her other soul.

Zhou Jing was playing with her breasts, and there were very few pubic hairs with water droplets, and her lower body was constantly secreting colorless liquid.

Shen Qinghe thought Zhou Jing would put his finger in, but she didn't expect that Zhou Jing stopped the hand that was rubbing her breasts and turned her over. Her buttocks were poked open by Zhou Jing's erect genitals, and Zhou Jing's hands were held on her waist. They were now like two puppies, kneeling on the bed.