Yang Qiuchi gradually calmed down from the sadness. He blinked his eyes, melted his tears in his eyes, and then said, "I'm drunk too much and my head is dizzy."

"I'll give you foot wash water, sit down." Feng Xiaoxue gently straightened Yang Qiuchi and said softly.

Yang Qiuchi nodded, trying hard to ignore the dark spots on her left face, and smiled slightly at her.

Seeing that Yang Qiuchi was sitting upright, Feng Xiaoxue was relieved to see that Yang Qiuchi was sitting upright, and she was not as shaking as before. She turned around and walked out of the door. After a while, she brought a basin of hot water in, placed it on the edge of the kang, squatted down, and took off Yang Qiuchi's shoes.

Yang Qiuchi bent down and pressed Feng Xiaoxue's shoulder: "Xiaoxue, I'll do it myself."

"How can you, a man, do such a thing? Xiaoxue will help you wash your feet."

Yang Qiuchi felt dizzy when he bent down. It seemed that the potting knife was still very good, so he had to let Feng Xiaoxue wash his feet.

Feng Xiaoxue carefully washed Yang Qiuchi's feet, wiped them dry with a foot cloth, took a pair of cotton slippers that had dozens of puddings and put them on Yang Qiuchi, got up and took the wooden basin out, poured the water. She put the wooden basin outside, brought a pot of tea and two cups, and said to Yang's mother: "Mom, go to bed, I'm blowing the light."

Yang's mother was already lying on the kang in the outer room and responded. Feng Xiaoxue blew out the lamp in the outer room and went into the inner room to close the door. She walked to the side of the kang, placed the teapot and cup on the low wall at the head of the kang, and said to Yang Qiuchi: "Husband, you have drunk so much wine and you must be thirsty at night. The tea is here." Then she picked up the oil lamp on the small square table and placed it on the low wall. She picked up the small square table and placed it by the wall. She took the pillow and placed it, laying the quilt, lifting up a corner of the quilt.

Yang Qiuchi saw Feng Xiaoxue busy and her wife was very diligent. Yang Qiuchi was very satisfied because he was lazy, too lazy to take a shower, too lazy to change clothes, too lazy to fold quilts, too lazy to cook, too lazy to move. On weekends, he could stay in front of the computer all day without moving. Now that he has such a virtuous and diligent daughter-in-law, at least someone is cooking in life, so there is no need to worry about it.

After Feng Xiaoxue tidied up the bed, she came to Yang Qiuchi and reached out to take off his clothes. Yang Qiuchi smiled and said, "I'll do this. You're tired too. Take off your clothes and go to bed."

Feng Xiaoxue looked a little embarrassed, nodded, turned around, slowly unbuttoned the dress, revealing her snow-white shoulders and back, bent down, took off her dress, leaving only a light red underwear and a pair of underwear. Inside the red underwear, there was a white silk wrapped around her chest.

Yang Qiuchi's throat was dry and swallowed a little, feeling a little out of control, and he quickly coughed gently.

Feng Xiaoxue seemed to know that her husband was peeking at her behind her, and smiled gently. After hesitating for a moment, she turned her hand and gently untied the bow of the red underwear, which slid off from Feng Xiaoxue's chest.

Yang Qiuchi felt that Venus was about to appear in his head, so he swallowed again with difficulty.

Feng Xiaoxue smiled shyly when she heard her husband's voice, thinking, what's wrong with her husband today? In the past, if he wanted to, he would pounce on him like a tiger, tear off his dress, and then brutally ravage himself. Today, he did not move except to watch him suck his saliva foolishly.

Feng Xiaoxue reached out and uncovered the white silk that was tightly wrapped around her chest. A pair of white and round breasts jumped out of the white silk like two lively white rabbits. She looked at Yang Qiuchi mischievously like a pink cherry.

Yang Qiuchi suddenly felt his blood surged. In addition to the woman's body in the pornographic movies seen online, and the female corpse he dissected was mostly rotten, this was the first time he had actually seen a normal woman's breasts. Although he only saw half of them, it was enough to make him feel hot all over.

Yang Qiuchi stood up and walked behind Feng Xiaoxue. After hesitating slightly, he still mustered up the courage to hug Feng Xiaoxue from behind. However, he did not have the courage to put his hands on her breasts, but just gently hugged her slender waist. Feng Xiaoxue's skin was smooth and tender, and she was touched in the palm of her hand, and she felt a flowing feeling.

Feng Xiaoxue had taken off her underwear at this time, and Yang Qiuchi pressed against her round buttocks tightly, feeling a physiological reaction coming like a tide. He tried his best to restrain himself and slightly left Feng Xiaoxue's firm round buttocks.

She felt her husband's arms trembling slightly with his hands around her arms, and understood her husband's feelings. She and his husband had been married for four years and had passed that passionate era. But somehow, she felt that her husband was a little special tonight. She turned around naked, put her hands around Yang Qiuchi's waist, and asked a little shyly: "Do you want me to take off your clothes?"

Yang Qiuchi shook his head.

"Then I'll go to the chuang first, you can take it off quickly." After saying that, Feng Xiaoxue gently broke free from Yang Qiuchi's arms and slipped into the quilt like a snow-white raccoon cat, with only one long hair spread on the pillow.

Yang Qiuchi's heart was beating wildly. Although he had had a few girlfriends, he was scared away by his profession before he even pulled his hands. Therefore, he was in his twenties and had never slept with a woman.

Yang Qiuchi took off his clothes, and he felt dry mouth. He picked up the teapot and turned it to his mouth. Gudong drank half of the teapot in one breath. He gritted his teeth, blew out the oil lamp, lifted the quilt and crawled in.

It is already late autumn now, and the quilt is cool, and the faint cold moonlight shines through the window and sprinkles on the quilt. Feng Xiaoxue's back is facing Yang Qiuchi, and her body is bent into a beautiful arc.

Yang Qiuchi slowly reached out and gently placed it on Feng Xiaoxue's waist. Feng Xiaoxue moaned and turned around, snuggling in Yang Qiuchi's arms like a kitten, and the faint fragrance of her body floated in the quilt.

Yang Qiuchi gently stroked Feng Xiaoxue's smooth spine, fighting against the endless temptation.

Although Feng Xiaoxue had a small dark spot on her face, which destroyed her beauty, the dark night helped her hide everything. In the world of touch, she was the perfect goddess. She knew what her husband wanted to do. She had touched the place where her husband stood, and she was shy and quietly waiting.

Yang Qiuchi put an arm under Feng Xiaoxue's neck. Feng Xiaoxue raised her head obediently, let Yang Qiuchi's arm pass through his shoulders, and hugged herself into his arms.

She gently pressed her husband's strong chest and gently stroked Yang Qiuchi's waist with her little hands. Her husband is hundreds of times better than before. She looked up at her husband. What else was she not satisfied with? Feng Xiaoxue closed her eyes and hugged her husband tightly, as if she was afraid that he would run away.

Yang Qiuchi put one hand around Feng Xiaoxue, hesitated for a moment, and slowly extended his other hand to her soft and plump breasts.

Feng Xiaoxue twisted her body and left her husband's body slightly so that her husband's hands could progress more smoothly.

Yang Qiuchi's fingers gently touched Feng Xiaoxue's round breasts, and he began to burn like a wildfire. He did not dare to move anymore, for fear that he would be burned to death in the wildfire.

After waiting for a while, Yang Qiuchi took a deep breath and attacked his fingers along the extension of Feng Xiaoxue's breasts. Finally, he held Feng Xiaoxue's crisp breasts in his palm.

The round hemispherical shape is smooth, strong, and cherry-like. Yang Qiuchi gently kneaded it, and his body was already standing on his own, burning in desire.

Feng Xiaoxue let out an intoxicating moan, her body twisted gently against Yang Qiuchi, and her slender hands wandered away from Yang Qiuchi's chest, back and lower abdomen, blowing the fire even more vigorously.

Finally, Yang Qiuchi turned over and galloped towards the endless heavy yu.

That night, Yang Qiuchi asked tirelessly, while Feng Xiaoxue was like a cotton ball, letting him knead it. She kept tossing until dawn, and the two hugged each other and fell asleep.
Chapter completed!