Ye Fei shrank in his arms, closed her eyes, and still frowned. She seemed very uncomfortable. She kept rubbing her hands in his arms. Her two small hands also came out of the wrapped bath towel and fell on Su Mohan's chest. She seemed to want to tear off Su Mo's cold and wet clothes.

Su Mohan didn't think much about it at first. He thought it was because his clothes were a little damp, which made her uncomfortable. Then he gently put her on the bed, as if he were treating a fragile porcelain doll.

He took off his shirt and threw it aside. He wiped the water mark on his body with a towel. When his eyes fell on Ye Fei's body, his pupils couldn't help tightening up.

Because of Ye Fei's disorderly movement, so that the bath towel that wrapped her has spread most of the time, a large area of snow-white skin exposed in the air, those cyan and wounds seem more dazzling, let his eyes red a little bit.

Su Mohan gently sat on the edge of the bed, took the medicine box at the head of the bed, carefully disinfected her wound, and then applied ointment.

Most of the wounds were caused by beatings, so there was no need to bandage them. After applying the ointment, Su Mohan sat by the bedside, his warm big hand fell on the waist and abdomen of Ye Fei and gently kneaded it.

On Ye Fei's flat abdomen, cyan is particularly obvious. Jin Yuwei's toe kicks here several times, so that some places are purple to black. Su Mohan gently bangs, and ye Fei can't stop making a sound.

It seems that she is not comfortable. Ye Fei whines, and her little face turns red. Her lips are slightly open and she licks them.

Su Mohan only feels that ye Fei's body is getting hotter and hotter. It seems that every inch of her skin is steaming with heat. Su Mohan's eyebrows are twisted into a ball. What is Jin Yuwei's pouring into her?

Bent over and stretched out his hand to probe Ye Fei's forehead, but ye Fei suddenly raised her hand and took hold of his neck.

Su Mo Han suddenly pressure on her body, strong chest close to her skin, micro Zheng.

Ye Fei closed her eyes, as if in some pain, and some unbearable, her legs involuntarily wrapped around Su Mo Han's waist, gently raised her head, as if she was asking for something.

Su Mo Han's eyes are gloomy a little bit, Jin Yuwei this woman really is the mind is vicious to the extreme!

It seems that some annoyed Su Mo Han's stupor, ye Fei can't help but grab Su Mo Han's hair and pull him to her.

Su Mo Han frowned, hesitated for a moment, and finally bent down to cover her lips. Her flexible tongue easily pried off her lips and teeth, and kept sucking and kissing. From the initial gentleness, she gradually became violent and uncontrollable.

Ye Fei whispered, and her whole body became hotter and hotter. Her two small hands swam on Su Mo Han's back repeatedly, making Su Mo Han unable to help but want to make a sound.

A few minutes later, Su Mohan propped up and untied his belt, and soon turned over again and pressed herself on the body of Ye Fei. He carefully avoided the dredging on her body, and bit by bit kissed the wound on her body along her neck, with a faint fragrance of medicine.

Su Mohan greedily kisses every inch of her skin, and her yearning for the past few days is out of control. On the one hand, she is playing with her delicate body, and on the other hand, she is possessed.

Nearly an hour later, the knock on the door sounded again, as if to remind him that the time had passed.

Su Mo Han reluctantly turns over, covers the quilt for ye Fei, changes clothes, and plans to leave.

Can really wait until the moment to go, two feet like nails, rooted in the ground, standing by the bed looking at her sleeping appearance, but how also reluctant to leave.