Chapter 50

Liao Zhenbo smiles and congeals with satisfaction Fu Xiaoqian's youth and shyness, without any affectation, as if this is her first time.

"You want me too, don't you?" He is close to Fu Xiaoqian and whispers softly. The masculinity attacks her senses strongly.

She awoke suddenly, her cheeks flushed with shame and anger. She was like a snake, trying to slip out of his control.

He quickly raised the big palm, white dress in his palm, broken into butterflies, flying all over the ground.

Fu Xiaoqian suddenly turned around and wrapped her beauty in the snow-white soft quilt. Her back was smooth and smooth with concave and convex, and there were lots of iris blooming on her back. It seemed that with a faint fragrance, she lured groups of butterflies to stand and collect.

Liao Zhenbo's finger moves up slowly, as if appreciating a fine work. He devoutly and can't bear to desecrate the art of the hand of God.

Under Liao Zhenbo's magic palm, Fu Xiaoqian is tense and shivering. Her strength is being consumed in her body.

All of a sudden, Liao Zhenbo's hot and humid fingers touched the uneven skin and fixed his eyes. With pity, hatred and more complicated emotions, his eyes narrowed dangerously.

"Who is it?" The burning breath no longer exists, leaving only the boundless cold.

Fu Xiaoqian grabs the thin quilt like a cocoon of silk, wrapping herself layer upon layer, and then throws the back of her head to Liao Zhenbo. She didn't know why she felt so bad at the bottom of her heart, why there was anger accumulating little by little.

Yes, such an ugly scar, no matter who saw it, they would hate it.

Just, why is my heart still like a hole empty

Liao Zhenbo gently touches Fu Xiaoqian's hand holding the quilt and holds it in the palm of his hand. Lure her to release from the quilt, and then circle her from the cocoon, release.

His eyes were moist, and his cold thin lips touched her skin again, depicting the edge of her scar.

With pity, with comfort, more like want to experience her pain at that time, want to share the pain with her moment.

Fu Xiaoqian was shocked and stunned.

Fu Xiaoqian did not expect that he would act like this, which completely overturned Liao Zhenbo's impression in her mind.

Her heart stopped beating violently. She thought she was in heaven, and everything in front of her was just an illusion.

"Tell me, who is it?" Liao Zhenbo's jaw is gently resting on Fu Xiaoqian's weak shoulder. His charming voice is full of persuasion, but his well-defined fingers are clenched tightly into his fist, deeply embedded in his palm without pain.

It's the heart that hurts.

Ticking red blood.

All of a sudden, he hated himself. He hated why he didn't meet her earlier, protected her under his own wings, sheltered her from the wind and rain.

Fu Xiaoqian suddenly turned her head. Her soft lips brushed his high nose. Her eyelashes seemed to be disturbed. She quickly flapped up and down. There were water drops on them. Maybe they were too heavy for her eyelashes to bear. She gently closed them.

Then she shook her head.

"Bingbing, give yourself to me and let me protect you later." His voice, like loud water, flows into her heart, moistening her lonely and cold heart.

At the moment, Fu Xiaoqian is like a delicate doll willing to be captured by Liao Zhenbo. She gently closes her eyes, but nods more forcefully.

"Well."

Just a word "Er" floating gently from his agitated nose is enough for Liao Zhenbo to dedicate all the beauty of his life.

He circled her, and she strained her back, but did not refuse.

The two men are closely intertwined.

The sun gradually westward, just like the ascetic monk, at the last moment of his return journey, still does not forget to play his last heat. The golden radiance has plated a thin layer of gold foil on the white clouds floating in the blue sky. Just looking at it in this way, it has dazzled the eyes of people in the world. The first time to update

the wisps of light ah, naughty like a lively child, so jumping happily into the transparent glass window, through the thin window curtain, scattered in two intertwined, tightly embracing bodies.

Fu Xiaoqian's head is resting on Liao Zhenbo's arm. His soft hair is like fine silk. It's smooth and clinging to his skin. The fragrance lingers on his nose. There is also a sweet and greasy smell from her ketone body, which is like a baby. It makes him feel at ease inexplicably. He would like to sink and get drunk in this breath.

Holding her is like having the world.

All over the world?

No, even if you give him the whole world, he won't change it.

She is like a source of energy, supplying the lack of heart in the past 30 years.

What is he missing?

Love!

Liao Zhenbo's other hand from behind Fu Xiaoqian, over her delicate body, to the front, and then slowly tighten, hot big palm ironing on her delicate skin, want something, but dare not have more action. Update immediatelyHe just drew his face closer and buried it deeper.

Fu Xiaoqian has never tried to be so close to a man.

Even with zhuoran, he has never been so "candid".

Her back was straight and her limbs were stiff and she didn't dare to move more. However, she was surprised to find that she did not really reject the embrace, and even had a near yearning demand for such a hug in her heart.

Maybe it's because he said, "give yourself to me and let me protect you.".

This sentence has never been said to her, even Zhuo ran. She thought she didn't want much. When did she become so greedy?

At this point, she didn't want to recall.

Liao Zhenbo's unique deep and astringent breath, with the faint fragrance of lemon, domineering over Fu Xiaoqian. She likes the taste. In the dim light, she vaguely sees a young man walking on the seashore in a distant foreign land

It was dark, but she could see the sadness in his eyes miraculously.

She came up to him and he said, "thank you for bringing me hope." He gave her a smile.

Then Fu Xiaoqian also laughed His smile is very warm, has a magical soothing effect, also has a warming effect.

She leaned towards the warm source, and then leaned again. She melts herself in the warmth, and her mouth is filled with satisfaction. Her breath becomes gentle and rhythmic. It's the first time to update

but it's hard for Liao Zhenbo.

He raised his hand and gently stroked her concave convex curve, which was like a divine sculpture. It suddenly flashed in his mind that she was willing to entrust herself to him. His hands suddenly tightened again, holding her feminine pride. He wanted to rub it as much as he could, but he didn't dare to use too much force.

Afraid that the strength of his hand would hurt her, he bowed his head and turned to his mouth Fu Xiaoqian, who is no longer under the control of her consciousness, can't help but react, and then a "um ~ ~ ~" comes out of her red lips.

Let Liao Zhenbo's last trace of reason also disappear.

The petite person under her is a blue enchantress with poison, which Liao Zhenbo has never seen before.

She stretched out a soft and boneless palm, like a water snake, tightly wrapped around Liao Zhenbo's neck, pressed him closer to herself, and her fingertips fell deep into Liao Zhenbo's flesh.

"Ah ~ ~ ~" the light closed eyelashes trembled in a hurry. She was like a lost lamb, ready to cry.

Pink and black are frowning, pink and tender tongue with sweet juice, shyly and timidly protruding from the congested red lips, moistening the dry lips.

This silent temptation, like a fire, expands the string of Liao Zhenbo's heart to the extreme. With a bang, it burns out.

"Grinding goblins." Liao Zhenbo's congested eyes hold Fu Xiaoqian's everything tightly under his eyes, and his hoarse voice overflows from his dry and hoarse throat. The movements on the hands are getting worse uncontrollably.

But he can't, he wants to create a good memory for their first time.

Two different voices in his body were fighting, biting and suppressing each other.

There was a rhythmic knock on the heavy wooden door.

Suddenly, the wolf's eyes began to have some rational return. This just discovered that on her delicate white skin, already opened one after another delicate plum blossom, stands erect.

Liao Zhenbo's charming face flashed a satisfied smile, satisfied with the impression he left on Fu Xiaoqian.

He rolled out of bed and picked up the robe he had torn off from the black carpet.

On the black robe, the clasps that could be restrained had already been broken and scattered by his rough action.

Looking at the trace after the button flies off, it seems that the scene just now becomes more and more clear. A touch of spring hangs on the thin lips, spreads more and more, dyes into the bottom of the eyes, and sweetens the hard heart.

At this time, the ketone body lying on the side of the big bed in a provocative posture seems to be contaminated with the enchanting spirit, which bewitches Liao Zhenbo, who is willing to indulge.

He stepped forward, pulled the thin quilt under her, and wrapped her beauty in it.

Fu Xiaoqian in the thin quilt, like a little wild cat, wriggling body, looking for a comfortable posture. Nuo mouth, again, deep sleep in the past.

Liao Zhenbo's desire, which had just been suppressed, was once again ignited. He looked down at his younger brother, who was full of heroism. His smile was far fetched and helpless.

Once again, I turned back to make sure I was all right. Then I moved to the back of the door and opened it with a big palm.

"President."

"Well." Tall and straight body, will open the gap tightly blocked, but the usual cold sound seems to bring some warm temperature.

Leson was a little surprised at the difference of the president, and it was very different, which he had never seen before.

As usual, he would never open the door for himself. He always drifted out of the door indifferently, "enter."But today, it's clear that he doesn't want to cross the threshold.

Leson's eyes moved up slowly from the bottom.

Between the legs, the masculine features are standing freely, and the honey colored chest with clear texture seems to shake out of the black robe. Xuanhei's robes, some disorderly cage in his strong body, but half can not see his embarrassment and embarrassment.

Who Liao Zhenbo is, he is the king of everything, still standing so gracefully, has created a sense of oppression that can not be ignored for leson.

Leson's eyes follow his heart. Subconsciously, he wants to peep through the crack. Before he can see something, the kilowatt searchlight is glued on his head.

The burning sensation makes his scalp numb. He raises his eyes Zhanzhan. Only then can he find that Liao Zhenbo's bloody eyes and expressionless face.

No expression. This is the best expression leson has ever seen. He thinks it's the best time to report the news at this time.