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He even vacated one of the two hands that had been propped up on the bed, leaning around her waist and pressing her body against her body in the original posture.

Hugging tightly, this soft and sullen body gave him an indescribable spiritual comfort, and it was singularly fused with the pain of her biting her neck for more than twenty seconds, making him indescribable. Closeness and satisfaction.

To Wen Ye, it was as if she was really a willful and temperamental child, and he was patient and tolerant and drowned her, so she soon stopped biting and felt back with her back. He unlocked her hands on her waist, to no avail.

Her voice was very low, low and vague, and hatefully said, "Mo Shichen, why are you so rogue?"

He blew breath into her ears, and laughter shook her eardrums. "Did you say that, because I was originally a rogue? Of course I am a rogue."

"You get out of me!"

The man let go of her hand around her waist, but pressed her against the mattress, and her black head was buried in her shoulder socket. She learned that she had just bitten back, but she was much lighter and thinner. Devour, bite like an ant.

He kissed from her shoulder to the collarbone. After kissing, he licked it again and again, like a fascination, full of passion and breath. Her fringed shawl didn't know when it was cut off. Only that thin nightdress remained.

"Mo Shichen ..." Wen Huan tried his best to push the nearly 1.9-meter male body, and his kiss became more and more unstoppable, so that he could only bend in the original physical strength forever. The disadvantaged woman began to panic, especially when he ... against her, her entire body froze.

He might also realize that his lips stretched over her cheeks, then fell to her ears, and said in a dumb voice, "What you said earlier, compared to buns, would rather eat me ... eh?"

There is only one word in Wen Ying, but unfortunately, his voice is high, but his breath is short, "Go!"

He kissed her cheek patiently, ran his fingers into her skirt, and deliberately or unconsciously picked her sensitive area, even the words were seductive, "A man and a woman are just love, you know I've always wanted to Making you comfortable is your responsibility. You just need to lie down and enjoy with me. You ca n’t lose anything ... It wo n’t happen tomorrow. We will never happen. You will continue with you, and I will continue with mine? ”

Neuropathy.

She only had these three words in her head, but what she said was another thing, "Give me my credentials."

"No."

"Then you roll off me."

"What should we do," he was talking against her lips, a deep smile overflowing from the throat, "you know, I've never been an obedient man."

........

Wen Zheng struggled hard under him, but when was she an opponent, not to mention Mo Shichen was really emotional, as long as they quarreled, they had to divide the room for as long as he was abstinent. For a long time, the desire has not been relieved for a long time, and the attack is anxious and fierce. Coupled with the intention of the scene at this moment, it is so turbulent that he cannot even control it.

The moment she was entered, she closed her eyes, and a tear came from the corner of her eyes.

The light line hanging from the ceiling in the bedroom was bright, reflecting this drop of water extremely dazzlingly. Mo Shichen saw it, and it was rare for a few seconds.

Then he bowed his head and kissed with the tip of his tongue. His voice was hoarse and soft, "What are you crying for?"

Silent tears are like water. If he doesn't say it, she may not be able to detect it, is she crying?

Is he too big and slightly rude, so it hurt her?

Or was he bullied and tears aggrieved?

Or maybe she felt helpless and helpless?

Naturally, Wen Ye would not answer him. She also no longer struggled at that moment, and she arbitrarily fell on the quilt. When he kissed her, she turned her face to the side and buried it in the soft white mattress. The other half Also covered by hair.

If she tried hard to resist, he could continue to do it by strapping her hand with a belt, but the quietness that suddenly fell into silence, and the tears that had soaked the white sheet, made him restrained, and he was already surging. Burning desire.

The bony joints were clear and mottled, and her fingers were pulled away from her hair, and her thin lips kissed her inch by inch. "Wen Wen," he sighed. "You are really heartbroken when you cry, don't you cry?"

There are always women who don't know how to make her cry, and when she really cries, she is at a loss.

Li Qianrui is the type who often cries and has tears in his eyes. He occasionally has such a bit of pity. When he is pity, he will say a few words to comfort him, but he also has a lot of time when he is impatient. Then he Just too lazy to talk, even expressionless.

Wen Ying didn't cry, didn't even sob, or even hid his face with half of his eyes closed, his face couldn't see any expression, but his eyelashes, wet with tears, looked a little bit chubby Poor taste.

She didn't reply to him or look at him. Mo Shichen didn't ask, and bowed her head to kiss her eyes, tears in the corners of her eyes, and the water vapor on her eyelashes. The tempo stopped and she began to pump slowly again. Send it up.

He won't let her go.

Although Wen Yan didn't expect the man to wrong him and let her go, she felt that he was a beast when he reached out and took the pillow cushion under her waist to make him wanty.

No, animals are not as good.

............

After the end, Mo Shichen wiped her off, found a nightdress and put it on, and then went to the bathroom to take a fighting bath less than ten minutes, then climbed back to her bed cheekily .

The ceiling lamp had been turned off long ago, and the one on the side of her bed had been turned off. She was lying on her side, the quilt was only resting on her waist, bare neck and shoulders in the dark and quiet light.

The man was warm and brought her cold chest to her back with only a thin layer of pajamas. He pulled over her body and found that she was still open. The tears had disappeared long ago. Now, except for this quiet expression that continues in the same vein.

He lowered his head to his softer face, his eyes were complicated, and his voice was even lower. "Ma'am, are you angry?"

She felt that his soul was still there, and he also felt that she was a difficult problem.

But compared to her "uncompromising", her speechlessness made him feel more troublesome.

Wen Yan didn't look at him. Compared with the negative distance just now, this intimacy was nothing. She just closed her eyes and was not ready to communicate with him.

The man's eyes darkened, and his fingers pinched her chin. "Wen Wen, speak."