Chapter 1270

This is the room for her and youyue. What does it look like for him to stay here? What's more, they are known by those women outside. They don't know what to say.

Did you miss him? This month's inexplicable separation makes Murong Fengqing's biggest feeling is missing. He doesn't know when he will be able to see it, whether there is any accident, and he doesn't expect that he will have so many wishful thinking. So there is no doubt whether she wants to.

Looking at Murong Fengqing's look of lowering his head and looking at the silence, he suddenly sighed and didn't tangle with this problem. Just as he wanted to speak, Murong Fengqing suddenly looked up at him and said, "yes."

A simple word, the tone is still calm, indifferent, no ups and downs, but it sounds like the sound of nature in the isolated ear, so that his whole heart can't help floating up.

"What are you looking at me for? "On my face..." I felt a little unnatural when I was looked at by the hot eyes of Gu Wujue. Murong Feng could not help but open her mouth. She just said one word. How could this man stare at himself like this? But before Murong Feng finished speaking, she suddenly clasped her slender waist. The hot breath wrapped her, and the warm lips covered the cherry lips that had been missing for a long time.

As the saying goes, farewell is better than marriage. The two people who haven't seen each other for a month suddenly burn up like firewood. Originally also want to suppress the loneliness, was a light floating words to stimulate all the enthusiasm, directly to the arms of the people up, toward the next bed.

Murong Fengqing, who was confused by his relatives, raised his hand to block his action until he felt cool. "No, someone will come in here!"

Although she has always been very brave and doesn't care about other people's opinions, it's such a thing after all, and it's not her own place. It seems a bit bad to do such a thing.

It's just that men stop whenever they say stop, and Murong Fengqing's soft action is to stop, but it's just an invitation to the lonely. The soft and boneless hand fell on him, like a flame, and was about to burn him up.

"Qing'er, there's no one coming here. We can just hurry up..." as soon as we lower our head, Gu Wujue follows Murong's ear lobes. The sweet and fragrant feeling makes Gu Wujue addicted and unable to extricate himself.

hurry up? Murong Fengqing didn't believe that it was a lonely word at all. He had heard it countless times in Murong Fengqing's consciousness, but it never came true.

"No, stop..." Murong Fengqing constantly wants to obstruct, but the breath is unsteadily stirred by guwujue, and a word is also said intermittently, as if it's a delicate breath, which makes guwujue more and more restless.

"Qing'er, I can't stop..." Gu Wujue's voice whispered in Murong Fengqing's ear, which made Murong Fengqing's body tremble gently. He had no strength to stop it, and his head began to be confused.

Seeing that the time had come, Gu Wujue worried about the bad influence of spreading it to others, so he moved quickly. I don't know whether it's because there are outsiders, or because both of them miss each other for a long time. They are very excited all of a sudden. It was originally said that it would be better to hurry up