Chapter 267

"Bad thing!" Fan Zheyun closed his eyes, two hands tightly holding Ding Yi's head, melon seeds in his mouth, but he still couldn't help it. He gave out a groan, a charming strange voice in his mouth, but he couldn't help it. So he put on a burning flame, bursts of, burning Ding Yi's heart, which is also beating!

Ding Yi listens to fan Zhezhe's words in his mouth. His heart is burning. Where can he stay? He took out a cushion on the side and put it on the steering wheel. Holding fan Zheyun's slender waist in his two hands, he gently put fan Zheyun on the top of the steering wheel. At this time, fan Zheyun's chest was half relaxed, revealing a beautiful scene. His eyes were blurred, and his mouth was gently pursed, and his delicate red lips were gently pursed, emitting a variety of deep temptations.

"Yi, my good husband!" Fan Zheyun let out a sound of temptation in his mouth. With words in his mouth, he stretched out his lazy hands and stroked Ding Yi's shoulder.

"Zhe Yun, good wife, let my husband serve you!" Ding Yi's mouth was talking. His big mouth was buried again, and his flexible tongue stretched out instead of his fingers. Between fan Zheyun's chest, he slid downward bit by bit, leading his tongue to swim away step by step. Step by step, he used his tongue to peel off the layers of barriers covered on the surface of temptation, and the tongue was in close contact with the skin, During the rolling and licking of his tongue, fan Zheyun's body trembled and swayed again and again, which made Ding Yi feel elated.

"Well, good husband!" Fan Zheyun's throat moved slightly, and his mouth was talking. His two hands stretched out and his ten delicate little fingers were sliding on Ding Yi's shoulders. Step by step, his ten fingers were sliding in circles, which made Ding Yi act more and more freely when he was encouraged.

"Ah, villain!" Fan Zheyun's gentle voice was not over. He immediately hummed and screamed. On his lower abdomen, he felt slight pain. He scolded angrily, "bad things, don't bite?"

"Ha ha, yes, it doesn't hurt to bite. I only know that it hurts to be bitten, ha ha!" Ding Yi grinned.

"Well, don't think you're the only one who can bite!" Fan Zheyun is blushing and talking. He slightly raises his head and pours at Ding Yi.

"Ha ha, you bite me, you bite me!" Ding Yi holds fan Zheyun down and talks triumphantly, constantly shaking his head.

"OK, I'll bite!" Fan Zheyun looks at Ding Yi's triumphant look. He cries discontentedly, but he can't stand up. Helpless, looking at Ding Yi's shaking nose, fan Zheyun has an idea in his heart. He simply stretches his head hard and bites the nose in one bite.

"Ah, bad thing, how can you bite here!" Totally did not expect, fan Zheyun will bite his nose, mouth unconvinced cry, but, unconvinced return unconvinced, he has no way, nose is bitten, oneself can't move.

"Hum!" Fan Zheyun is quite satisfied with Ding Yi's reaction. I'll see how you move now! Small mouth does not let go, two hands, gently stroking Ding Yi's body, Ding Yi pressed fan Zheyun's strength, also gradually relaxed, Ding Yi stretched out his hand, took fan Zheyun's waist, gently, carefully pulled fan Zheyun toward his body.

He had to do so. Otherwise, his nose was tightly bitten by fan Zheyun. In this way, his nose would not have been bitten off!

Fan Zheyun is so pulled by Ding Yi that he gets closer and closer to Ding Yi. However, his little mouth doesn't relax at all. His two little hands touch Ding Yi's body step by step. They slide from Ding Yi's shoulder to Ding Yi's chest muscle. His fingers slide gently, which makes Ding Yi's body tremble in bursts. It feels itchy and numb, Burst into Ding Yi's body.

"Oh ~!" The comfortable feeling made Ding Yi open his mouth and make a groan. However, it was not over yet. Fan Zheyun's hand continued to slide. One hand drew a circle, the other hand kept scratching, sliding to Ding Yi's abdomen. His fingers could touch the black weeds.

"Zhe Yun, you little villain!" Ding Yi is talking, because his nose is bitten and airtight, and his words are buzzing.

"Hey, hey!" Fan Zheyun bit Ding Yi's nose, and his mouth was still smiling. His two little hands, each holding a black grass, gently pulled it, and a painful hum came out of Ding Yi's mouth.