Chapter 1987

Leng junao's cocooned palms swam on Zhao Wanxi's delicate skin, which made people shiver and itch.

But the person who created this kind of palpitation was serious and didn't feel frivolous.

From the side face, slightly closed eyelids, tight thin lips, still a little bit The smell of abstinence.

At the same time, it is also full of a different kind of temptation.

Tired of Zhao Wanxi, the whole process of dizzy, completely confused into a pot of porridge, there is no Qingming.

He only obeyed his heart and raised his hand to molest him several times.

If in the past, Leng junao could not resist her so much. Today, I don't know which string is wrong. She not only resisted, but also pushed her hand, serious and serious.

"Don't make trouble. Concentrate."

Zhao Wanxi

Focus?

What makes her look like a bully molesting a good woman?

The whole process of purification did not last long.

After cooking, Leng junao carefully wiped Zhao Wanxi's hair, wrapped her in a blanket and carried her to the bedroom.

Zhao Wanxi didn't touch the floor in the whole process. I have to say that the service is really comprehensive.

Everything is so natural.

On the bed of red sandalwood carving, Zhao Wanxi's breath is very short.

I didn't drink much wine, but now I feel a little dizzy.

If you don't say that your cheeks are red, even your consciousness is confused.

Drunk eyes hazy, it seems to bring a layer of uncontrollable filter, so that the man in front of him, also become extremely attractive.

That eyebrow, that eye, a little more look, all teach people like deer bump, reluctant to move a little bit of eye.

In the anxious waiting, the man finally had some humanity, did not continue to play the role of Liu Xiahui, bullying the body.

But he was not in a hurry. He just bent down and came forward to kiss Zhao Wanxi on the corner of her mouth.

He is not anxious, but Zhao Wanxi is anxious, even the spray out of the breath, are faintly with a bit of hot breath, raise a hand to embrace Leng Jun Ao's neck, on the initiative to approach up.

The next moment, the wrist was clamped.

"Don't worry."

At this moment, Leng junao's voice is a little hoarse.

Xu is really can't bear to let her continue to sad, after this, his action is finally active up.

It's not as eager and enthusiastic as it was a few days ago. It's very patient to kiss and peck.

Leng is Zhao Wanxi's heart, the whole person is about to cry.

A wushanyunyu, soft and long, this time of fish and water, especially people can't stop.

Thanks to Zhao Wanxi's nervousness, when the tide of love receded, she carefully reflected on Leng junao's performance that night. What was left was pure brightness, which made her realize that something was wrong.

Slightly side eye, the person around the forehead is still residual thin sweat.

Eyebrows, also a little subtle to imperceptible wrinkles.

He raised his hand and kneaded it carefully, trying to stabilize his breath. Zhao Wanxi spoke slowly.

"Is something wrong?"

It's not a good thing.

As soon as the voice fell, she clearly felt that the piece of meat under her finger was bouncing slightly.

If it was just a conjecture, now it is indirectly confirmed.