They looked at each other, and it was clear that no one was moving, and the air suddenly became sticky.

Zhao Yin looks at a Zhao without blinking his eyes. His voice is low: "Zhaozhao..."

A Zhao suddenly stretched out his hand and pressed his lips: "call me a Zhao."

Zhao Yin didn't know why.

A Zhao blushed slightly and whispered, "there are many people calling Zhaozhao, a Zhao Just let you shout

Zhao Yin gasped.

He suddenly reached out his hand and grabbed a Zhao's waist. He kept people in his arms and called her out loud and clear:

"a Zhao Ah Zhao... "

A Zhao answered in a low voice.

She gently leans in Zhao Yin's arms, I don't know if she is shy or how. The ending is gentle and trembling. She is going to hook Zhao Yin's soul away.

He clenched his teeth in her ear: "you are picking me up like this."

A Zhao's soft little hand gently put on his waist and said with a mischievous smile, "can't I hook my husband?"

Zhao Yin can't help it any more and grabs the attractive mouth.

His hands were not free, and he slipped into the lapel of the dress and got into it.

A Zhao breathed softly.

She reached out and refused him: "it's still day..."

Zhao Yin let go a little, and their lips were still touching.

"When you hired me, didn't you think it was day?"

Ah Zhao is guilty and doesn't speak.

Zhao Yin pinched her on the waist: "on purpose? Well? "

A Zhao was pinched and softened.

She leaned in his arms and said, "I was wrong. You forgive me once, eh Husband

The ending goes up, with an unconscious provocation.

Zhao Yin's eyes suddenly darkened.

A Zhao's intuition is not good. She may, this fire A little bit big?

"It suddenly occurred to me that..."

"Late!"

The whole body soared into the air, was held in the arms, and then came back to the soft bed.

Zhao Yin's body immediately pressed up.

The bed is very wide, but at this moment, a Zhao feels that the space suddenly becomes extremely narrow, which makes her breathless.

She stuttered and said, "I, I think, in the daytime, it's better to calm down..."

Zhao Yin's body half pressed her and slowly took down the heavy Phoenix crown for her.

His eyes were rolling, his body was obviously too tight, but his movements were not slow.

"Ah Zhao doesn't have to worry. Even in the daytime, no one dares to disturb..."

Little by little, he took down all kinds of hairpin ornaments for her, and looked at the fine green silk spreading all over the bed.

A Zhao's eyes are a little red, and her breath is a little disordered.

Zhao Yin's movements are slow and gentle, but I don't know why, such a serious action, done in this situation, actually let her feel wisps of color.

The hands were at the waist.

Zhao Yin stopped for a moment.

"Ah Zhao?" He asked hesitantly.

A Zhao looks up at him.

A man's face is impeccable. His beautiful eyebrows and eyes are drooping low now. He is looking at himself with restraint and tenderness.

Her heart gave a violent beat.

Then --

took his hand, slowly and firmly, and pulled the shackles off his waist.

Zhao Yin was ecstatic.

He suddenly lowered his head and leaned against her with his lips in her ear.

In the passionate and frenzied kiss, there are several whispers:

"a Zhao Ah Zhao... "

"I'm very happy."