Chapter 1627 You Are My Faith (Part 2)
Push the door and come in, the villa is extraordinarily quiet.
Father put down the sacred "Bible" in his hand, took off his pure black mass attire, and took off his elegant glasses.
Without the noble and admirable status of a priest, he is just an ordinary married man at this moment.
Washing hands, cleaning up, and tidying up, he can always do it in an orderly manner, and no one can find any faults.
Extremely virtuous.
Entering the kitchen, he opened the refrigerator, poured milk from it, and heated it.
Add warm milk with a little sugar and stir.
The temperature was just right, so he carried it upstairs, step by step.
The second floor is a flat floor, and the bedroom door is left open.
The man walked in and closed the door behind him.
The lights outside went out immediately, and in the whole villa, only the bedroom was left on.
The curtains were drawn, and the light inside was bright and soft.
Mr. Father gently put the milk on the bedside table, and turned up the temperature of the air conditioner in the room.
Looking at the person lying on the bed, shaking his legs and reading a book, his light golden eyes became very soft.
Unparalleled softness.
Beautiful person, as if he has already taken a bath.
Wearing a cool nightdress, her white and straight legs dangled in mid-air.
It's really dazzling.
The ascetic and elegant priest slowly bent down and hugged her from behind.
Kiss her soft cheeks, and don't forget to lift her long hair.
Full of intimacy and attachment.
"looking at what?"
His eyes fell on the book with her.
Still a storybook.
Mr. Priest glanced briefly, then moved away without interest.
His eyes were on her snow-white neck, and he lingered down.
The beautiful man turned a page of the book and looked at him, "Why is it so early?"
"Those kids stopped pestering you?"
Mr. Father, who is very popular, smiled lowly and bit her ear.
"So what, my kids are waiting for me, so I naturally have to go back earlier."
"Otherwise...what should I do if my child is angry?"
His voice was low, with a smile on his face, and his breathing was even hotter.
It's very hot.
Almost boiled her.
Dodging his increasingly provocative movements uncomfortably, he said dryly, "Who do you call a kid?"
"I'm an adult, so I don't need you to tell bedtime stories."
He pursed his lips quietly and did not speak.
Just close your eyes, rub against her, enjoying such a precious warm time.
Let his body and mind relax.
"It's really not a child anymore..."
He didn't know where he touched, and he suddenly laughed lowly.
The kiss to her gradually changed.
"..." The glamorous and innocent person blushed.
It seemed that he was a little annoyed, and he was about to take his hand away.
"Azazel!"
She was so ashamed that even her ears were red.
Mr. Priest was still laughing, his chest was trembling and heaving.
She was so angry that she tried to push him, but he firmly held her hands.
The gentle and good-tempered Mr. Priest slightly hooked his lips.
pressed her down, bit her ear while restraining her.
His eyes are gentle.
"Not angry, huh?"
"..." She blushed and didn't speak.
After a long while, he muttered: "Rogue!"
The rogue Mr. Priest was not angry at being scolded.
Instead, he picked her up.
Start to untie his belt.
"Wash together?"
He seemed to be asking for her opinion.
However, before Cecia could speak, he was already carrying her towards the bathroom.
Can't help but say.
Cecia: "...!"
Big, rascal, rascal!
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—The end of the small world—
(end of this chapter)