Demons are hard to deal with: husband, don't touch me

These days, Bai Su keeps busy in the hall with a candle every night. She doesn't sleep all night and doesn't go back to her room all night. Of course, Feng Li knows that she is deliberately avoiding him. She thinks that she can't do anything to bring Bai Su back to her room anyway. Finally, she goes with Bai su. But now, five days have passed, and the month should be over. How can Bai Su stay outside and not go back to his room?

Feng Li pressed Bai Su, the bulge between her legs rubbed Bai Su's legs across the clothes and cloth, and her thin lips were slightly hooked. See how she ran this time.

Bai Su unexpectedly fell on the bed and was pressed by the Feng Li. She almost screamed. At the same time, she clearly felt the familiar and strange heat and rubbed her legs. Her face turned red with shame. She quickly stretched out her hand to push the Feng Li on her body, "you..."

"I prefer you to call me 'husband'."

Feng Li clasped Bai Su's hands and wrists and bowed her head with a kiss.

Bai Su's face became redder. She couldn't stop regretting that she had just entered the house. She regretted closing the door and approached, "you let go of me!"

"Don't let go!" Feng Li lived like a year for five days. When she was willing to put it, she deliberately rubbed Bai Su's legs and maliciously added gravity.

At the same time, outside the entrance of the hall with bright moonlight, in the humble yard, a large group of people, male or female, old or young, moved stools and sat together to "gossip" and surrounded Huang Chunxiang in the middle. Since Fengli came back, the humble yard has not been deserted for a moment, especially in the evening, it is almost full of people.

All the villagers crowded around here. There were many people who flattered and wanted to get close to each other. Maybe Fengli would suddenly return to the capital as a senior official one day. If she was lucky enough to be taken with her, she would be prosperous and enjoy endless prosperity.

Ali came with a lively fish in her hand. She was wearing a blue dress with broken flowers. She was reluctant to wear this dress on weekdays. It was very new and beautiful. Her long black hair was combed neatly. There were two hairpins on the left and right sides. She was obviously well dressed. She asked Huang Chunxiang, who was sitting in the middle. "Grandma, where's sister Su Su? My brother caught a lot of fish today. Let me bring one. "

"Put it directly in the kitchen. There is a small water tank in the kitchen." Huang Chunxiang raised her head and said.

Ali nodded. There were so many families in the village. They were almost familiar with each other on weekdays. They went directly to the kitchen.

Bai Yuanyuan sat alone in the hall and was seriously burying her first embroidery by the candlelight. Gradually, a delicate, beautiful and lifelike bantilian slowly plumped up under her dexterous hands and jumped impressively on the snow-white embroidered handkerchief. The story of "Bai Xuli's rest" spread all over the country almost quickly. Although the villagers knew it was not her fault, it was not a glorious thing after all. Without avoiding the villagers' questions, they kept shrinking in the hall and obviously escaped.

Ali went to the kitchen to put down the fish, walked into the hall step by step, opened her mouth and asked, "sister Yuanyuan, where's sister Su Su?"

Ali runs here every day these days, and several times a day, she is very attentive to Feng Li. I believe anyone with eyes can see Ali's caution. Of course, in addition to Huang Chunxiang, who is dazzled with old eyes.