Chapter 372

She felt that she was gently placed on a soft bed. Ronan was rolling around on the bed. Someone pressed her and pressed her lips. Warm and cool liquid poured into her mouth. She raised her hand and pressed the cup on her lips and murmured, "no, it's not good to drink."

The cup pressed on her lips was removed, and lornan turned into the quilt restlessly, and then was quickly fished out of the quilt. Something soft and warm was pasted on her lips, and her lips and teeth were pried open. The slightly bitter liquid was fed in by the other party. Luonanchu felt uncomfortable and wanted to retreat, but he was pressed on his shoulder, and the whole person was pushed against the head of the bed must not.

Her hand was weak against the man's chest, and the sobering tea that she didn't have time to swallow flowed down the corner of her lips, leaving an ambiguous trace on her thin white neck, gradually wetting the thin cloth of her neckline.

Fu Tingyuan raised his head slightly from the entanglement between his lips and teeth and looked at the woman who was on the bed by him.

His eyes darkened.

In the past five years, she has become more and more charming. She has the charm of a mature woman and her every move is provocative.

He raised his hand to lift off the long broken hair on her white and tender cheek, and gazed at her more and more delicate and perfect face. She was well raised by Huarong, and every place was a trace of careful maintenance, like a perfect gift that had been waiting for him for five years.

He lowered his head and bit by bit kissing along the water stain, moved his finger behind her and zipped up her dress.

He gnawed at her clavicle and felt Ronan's low tremor. He pressed her under him, and his nibble moved from her clavicle to her fluctuating chest.

She trembled even more.

The finger is powerless to lift up, fingertip inserted into his hair, want to push him away, Fu Tingyuan is not moved, continue to use this grinding force in light gnawing.

"Fu Tingyuan Don't... "

Her voice was weak and trembling.

Fu Tingyuan raised his head slightly and looked at her red face.

Her eyes are confused, not focus, but calling his name.

Fu Tingyuan's eyes were slightly deep. He leaned down to look at luonanchu and asked in a low voice, "what's my name?"

Her slender eyebrows frown gently, not at all looking at him, her body is filled with a layer of pink, in his subtle tease, her body has already been soft without a trace of strength.

Fu Tingyuan looked at her for a while. His fingers separated her tightly held thighs and touched the heat and humidity of one hand.

He looked down at the woman's face under him. His eyes grew deeper and deeper. He bent down to hold her tongue. He wrapped her limp legs around his waist, watched her expression, and then slowly entered her body.

Ronan began to tremble very badly under him, every time she let her sob, her brow has been gently frown, when she can't stand it, she will call his name and say no.

Whenever this time, Fu Tingyuan feels a bit out of control.

She was so drunk that she didn't recognize him, but when she was in bed, she only called him by his name.

No matter what she thinks in her heart, Fu Tingyuan's existence has already been deeply engraved in her soul like a brand. No matter whether she wants to or not, she has been deeply occupied by him from head to toe.