EP27 Outing 3

After cleaning up, the room has been quickly cleaned up: the messy bed has been replaced with clean sheets, and it is neatly restored to the way it just came in; the small round table in the side hall is served with hot meals, fragrantly waiting them.

The sweet wife was carefully placed on the bed, and Huo took out her clothes from the ornately decorated closet—the sweet wife couldn't help but wonder childishly, is there an elf there? Or the snail girl? The sweet wife laughed slyly.

He didn't notice that the man was standing in front of the closet, staring at a cabinet of thin, transparent, sexy and sultry pajamas, sliding his fingertips through the good-textured fabric, and finally chose one, which was slightly less revealing; Take out a robe so she doesn't freeze. The underwear in the drawer is also more attractive. Huo swallowed hard, clenched his teeth slightly, and chose a white set.

The sweet wife smiled and looked at the man with a rich expression, "Is there a snail girl here?" She raised her head with a smile and ordered the meal at the table.

Nonsense! Huo glanced at her, instead of thinking about the whimsical thoughts in her head, he reached out and turned up the heating temperature, and was handed the clothes to her.

A man who has no interest at all! The sweet wife pursed her lips, took the clothes in one hand, looked at them, and remembered that the clothes prepared by her husband were worn in the warm tropics; although this is the south, it is still a little cold in winter. She has a cold and a runny nose...

She glanced at the man with a guilty conscience, took off the bath towel and put on pajamas that made her nose bleed.

Huo looked at the big breasts of the little woman beside him, thinking that such clothes are quite good, it would be good to have someone send some coats. The snow-white half-cup bra tightened the plump upper circumference of the sweet wife, squeezed out the deep cleavage, and the snow-white lace loomed, revealing a touch of bright color at the nipples; the lovely Mickey Mouse in the middle lay happily between the breasts. In between, she looked like she was about to suffocate, cute and naughty; thin panties could not cover her round buttocks, which only tempted men to tear it; the sweet wife raised her gloves and put on a silk nightdress with suspenders, which was outlined by the close-fitting fabric. She shows off her attractive figure, and the low-cut design makes her breasts come out. After enjoying her dressing show with satisfaction, Huo picked up his fleece pajamas on one side, put them on her, and tied a belt, just over her buttocks.

"Will it be cold?" Hora pulled her clothes, a little worried.

The sweet wife turned around, it was okay, but the room was too big and the heating was not enough for a while, she thought about it, ran to the closet, bent over and turned in the drawer.

This little goblin! Huo stared at her slender buttocks and slender legs. The hem of her clothes was her snow-white lace panties and her looming acupoints. Did she not want to eat? Huo gritted his teeth and thought bitterly.

"I found it!" The sweet wife ran back happily, with black wool stockings in her hands. Fortunately, she remembered that her feet were afraid of cold, so she put on thick wool socks, and the stockings reached the thighs, just enough to cover the area under the hem of the clothes. The sweet wife put on cute furry house shoes and dragged Huo to the dining table.

The meals included both her favorite dishes and local seafood. The wife enjoyed it very much. Besides, she had nothing to eat for the whole day except for the plane meal. After exercising, she was very hungry. Satisfied, she put down the tableware, and the sweet wife took a sip of the local drink and asked Huo Dei where she was going.

Huo glanced out the window. It was almost five o'clock. They could walk outside and watch the sunset by the sea.

He got up and walked to the door, gave an order, and then turned back, "It might be a little cold outside, do you still have thicker clothes?"

Uh... this, the sweet wife thought about it, put down the cup and went to the closet to rummage. She found a pair of shorts, still a thick winter style, just as she had stockings and put on trousers; she rummaged and found a cashmere sweater, which was a little roomier, but it didn't matter, she took off his pajamas and nightdress, and put on Put on a sweater; and a scarf, um, wrap the scarf, and you're done with a coat.

Huo picked her up, held a long coat in his hand, and helped her put it on.

"It's amazing..." The sweet wife looked at him brightly, and let him help herself dress with admiration.

Huo gave her a slap on the buttocks like punishment: "I know I don't have clothes ready when I come here."

The sweet wife took his arm sweetly: "What's the matter, you will take care of me...hehe..."

"I can't do anything with you." Hora tightened her coat before walking out with her.

The alleys here are crisscrossed. Before he came, he did his homework and memorized all the roads in his heart. He led her all the way through the streets and alleys, and took her to the seaside with ease.

"Wow!" The lovely wife was dizzy, and when she saw the big fireball at sea, she cried out happily!

"It's great..." The lovely wife was fascinated by the bright sunset, Huo unfolded his coat and hugged her from behind, fearing that she would catch a cold.

"Better than me? Huh?" Huo childishly bit her neck.

Hate... How could anyone ask such a question... The sweet wife blushed, shrank her neck, retreated into his arms, and said in a low voice, "You're the best... I hate..."

Huo kissed her contentedly, licking the place where he was bitten just now, really good baby.

The two stayed by the seaside until it was dark, and then slowly walked along the road to the more lively place in the center. bought two cups of hot milk tea and a box of pies at a famous milk tea shop, and the two walked all the way to a clean coffee shop to sit down. Enjoy the tranquility of the night while eating and drinking.

There is no nightlife in the small town, and it is not the peak season for tourism. The shops start to close one after another after eight o'clock.