That hand must be Wei Xinglang's.

With a strong desire, she soon transferred from the flat abdomen to the undulating chest, and even began to knead, so that she could feel his needs from outside to inside.

A tumultuous love.

Liu Huanjiao didn't do anything. She didn't grasp Wei Xinglang's hand and asked him to stop. Her change was that Wei Xinglang tasted a bitter taste different from that sweet and greasy tongue and found

She cried.

When he loosened his lips, Wei Xinglang saw Liu Huanjiao close her eyes tightly, and tears kept sliding down her eyes.

"No, don't hurt me, I'm so scared! I'm so scared!"

Wei Xinglang was surprised that his impulse and desire had deeply hurt the people he loved.

He took his hand out of his coat and patted Liu Huanjiao on the back without any desire. "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, I won't hurt you, won't..."

Liu Huanjiao couldn't cry for herself. She was held in her arms by Wei Xinglang. Even if she was tired of crying and fell asleep, she could wake up as long as Wei Xinglang had any action, and then another round of crying.

There was no way. Wei Xinglang could only comfort Liu Huanjiao, hold her crying like a child, and rest on the sofa.

Fortunately, the sofa is big enough to accommodate them, but they can only hug each other tightly, otherwise they will fall.

That night, Liu Huanjiao slept very restlessly and kept moving.

Wei Xinglang looked at his beloved lying in his arms with his eyes open and twisted to seduce him, but he couldn't do anything. He couldn't bear the pain. Finally, he couldn't bear the drowsiness.

Early in the morning, Liu Huanjiao woke up first.

She was awakened by something hard between her legs.

When she opened her eyes, Wei Xinglang's Zhang Junyan was magnified in front of her, and the two actually hugged each other and slept on the sofa.

Wei Xinglang's hands were very regular, so he held Liu Huanjiao's back and did nothing.

Instead, it was Liu Huanjiao's hand, one holding Wei Xinglang's arm and the other touching each other's chest.

Liu Huanjiao was startled and quickly let go, but she found that she should have a bad sleep appearance and her coat shrunk up. His smooth belly was exposed and finally blocked by his chest.

As for her skirt, it's even worse. It's all piled up in her crotch.

Both legs are bare, and one is squeezed between Wei Xinglang's legs, and one foot is lying on Wei Xinglang's waist.

It's such an indecent and ambiguous posture.

As for the things that have been playing so hard that she can't sleep well, from this posture, I want to know what they are!

Not necessarily the cell phone in your pocket?!

Liu Huanjiao is very capable of mental endurance, but seeing such a picture, plus the things between his legs seem to be getting bigger and hotter and hotter, he can not avoid being a red face.

Old rascal!

Liu Huanjiao scolded and pretended to be frightened in her dream. As soon as she kicked her foot and pushed her hand, she kicked someone down.

Wei Xinglang sat on the ground and looked innocently at Liu Huanjiao, who was tidying up her manners on the sofa. Some couldn't react to what had happened.

Just wake up and hazy little eyes, lining Liu Huanjiao, especially like an irresponsible man who eats dry wipe clean.

Liu Huanjiao was a little guilty, but as soon as she saw the towering lump between Wei Xinglang's legs, she immediately changed her face.

With a hum, he ran upstairs barefoot.

Wei Xinglang was left alone and sat on the ground. He took a look at his brother who was very high this morning. He remembered that he should have wronged him last night and smiled bitterly.

Goblin.

He runs very fast.