Chapter 141

Fu Zhiyan gasped heavily and tried to restrain the impulse of shouting out of control. But Han Xiaoye didn't understand restraint at all. In his moment of forbearance, he pulled the belt of his bathrobe, arched his back and stuck it on him like a cat. Touch the skin, absorb a moment of cool.

In fact, Han Xiaoye is very difficult. She always feels that her body has become strange. It's too hot for her to take all her clothes off.

She didn't know if it was a normal reaction. She just felt very uncomfortable. The body is uncomfortable, so is the brain. man

"Fu Zhiyan, Fu Zhiyan, Fu Zhiyan..."

Han Xiaoye's watery eyes are focused. She raises her head and takes the opportunity to block his thin lips, lingering with the cool fragrance of mint. She narrowed her eyes and absorbed the sweetness in his mouth. At the same time, the small hand touched the gun and drew the gun skillfully.

Fu Zhiyan was touched by her fire, big hands down... He has been dyed red Danfeng eyes suddenly shrunk to the tip of a needle!

Damn, he forgot, she's still here, aunt!

The belly fire has been burning to the peak, but was doused with a basin of ice water. Fu Zhiyan's temple jumped down. He tried his best to restrain the clamor in his body. He said in a hoarse voice, "Han Xiaoye, stop. Not today. You're still on the moon. "

Han Xiaoye has been in a daze for a long time.

But she heard stop, No.

My brain suddenly sobered up, and I quit immediately. "Why can't I wash the silver gun with blood? Besides, not today. How long will it take? "

He must have asked her to wait, or after college. She managed to knock him down to the last step. It's a matter for two people. The arrow is on the line. Why can't he say no?

Han Xiaoye has never eaten pork, but he has seen pigs run.

She knew that at this time, Fu Zhiyan must have endured very hard. man

Then he sat down in a hurry——

"Hiss, it hurts!"

Han Xiaoye has never been so painful. Even when he was beaten in C City last time, the pain was not so severe.

She felt like a pegged monkey, burning with pain.

It's not as refreshing as those women on TV.

Originally, she wanted to move, but it was too painful. She white faced and discussed with Fu Zhiyan, "little uncle, why don't we make a quick decision and save the middle steps?" Anyway, she has seen the middle step, that is, repeating an action repeatedly. Is it OK to omit it?

"Shut up Fu Zhiyan can't bear the blue veins on his temples. He didn't expect that she would be so bold. Unexpectedly

God knows how much self-control he used to maintain a little sense.

And this little hooligan, with the appearance of bargaining, talked with him about saving the middle steps, and made a quick decision

This kind of thing, can economize!

man But damn it! He could not bear to let her feel a little pain, though it was originally caused by her own hands.

man

As soon as he moved, the people on it cried out, "don't... don't... it hurts..."

She knew the pain!

He thought she had nothing in her head but bold and rogue ideas.

Fu Zhiyan has been angry even scolded her mood is gone, full forehead sweat reluctantly rolling, he tried to move a little lighter slowly back out. Rao is so, Han Xiaoye or pain of small face white.

But this time she was in pain, gritting her teeth and not yelling.

Finally, Fu Zhiyan was sweating all over.

Han Xiaoye or pain, or feel that the place burning. She kind of wanted to see if she was hurt. But I feel embarrassed.

Fu Zhiyan was sweating all over, and his eyes were still red. He got up, conveniently took the bathrobe beside getting up and wrapped it on the girl who looked at a loss.

Turn on the light of the bedside lamp, bend down and separate her legs strongly.

Han Xiaoye was startled and thought he had to do it. Her legs couldn't help closing together. "Uncle... I..." she didn't have the courage to do it again. Thinking about the pain just now, her legs trembled.

Fu Zhiyan's cool and handsome face was heavy enough to drip water, and his voice was hoarse, "don't move."

He checked and found that the situation was worse than he thought.

Thin lips suddenly pursed into a straight line, high cold jaw tight. He got up, put on a dress, and went to the bathroom

The sound of the water in the bathroom, Han Xiaoye some depressed, but also a little lost. She quietly gathered up the bathrobe on her body, and there was the peppermint fragrance of Fu Zhiyan on the bathrobe. red

All of a sudden.

The bathroom door opened.

man Han Xiaoye conditionally put his arm around his neck and blinked, "little uncle, I thought..."

Although Fu Zhiyan was still in a cold voice, he could hear the deep helplessness and indulgence in the cold surface, "why?"

"..." thought he didn't care about her.

Han Xiaoye didn't say a word, but the corner of his mouth turned up secretly, just like stealing the fishy cat.

The bathtub was full of water. Fu Zhiyan tried the water temperature and put her in.

The next encounter stings pain, Han Xiaoye pursed tight mouth, did not call pain.

Although she didn't say it, Fu Zhiyan saw that her face turned white, but her cleaning action was lighter.

It's not easy to clean it and take medicine. He took another blanket out of the room, wrapped her up and carried her back to the bed.

The bed was in a mess. Fu Zhiyan put her on the bed and wrapped her in a quilt. He also has sexual in his body. potency。 The lingering charm of wine is restless. Fu Zhiyan checks his mobile phone. Put on your clothes and look back, "I'll go out. If you still feel sick, there's medicine on the cupboard. Make do with it first. "