Chapter 130

Mu Beiting stood by the bed, picked up Kumamoto bear and tried to take it from her arms.

Su frowned at night, but held it tighter.

Mu Beiting's face was black, and he made a little effort. The action of pulling was a little big.

Su Xiangwan frowned, still clutching and refusing to give up.

Mu Beiting gave birth to a touch of displeasure, how could she not hold him so tightly when she held him.

Simply, he let go of the bear, grabbed her leg and tucked it back into the quilt.

Su said to the evening and turned over.

He took the black bear from her arms and put it on the head of the bed.

After hesitating for a moment, Mu Beiting looked at the time.

It's faster, or Why don't he sleep for a while?

With this thought, he gently lay on her side, looking at the roof, a shallow arc in the corner of his lips.

I don't know how long after, he was a bit sleepy.

Su suddenly turned around in the evening and arched into his arms. A snow-white jade leg stretched out from the quilt and pressed on his thigh without warning.

Mu Beiting snorted stiffly. He was tense and sober in an instant.

Su Xiangwan frowned and felt something hurt her leg.

Why is Kumamoto not soft It's still hot.

Back and forth move up and down a few times, want to find a suitable posture, but how all feel wrong.

Mu Beiting's eyes became dark and his breath became heavy.

But the little thing beside me still sleeps soundly.

He grabs her thin slippery thigh, throws it from him, drops his eyes slightly, then calms down the body, which will start to expand again.

But Su didn't want to. She arched in his arms for a while.

Dishonest leg lifted up again, and struggled to ride on him, as if to find a suitable posture.

Mu Beiting frowned and kept her from moving.

But after a few seconds, her leg then stretched out again, and rubbed back and forth on him.

Mu Beiting's breathing is getting heavier and heavier. The smooth and delicate skin of a woman makes him nearly collapse.

"Be honest."

He whispered a warning.

It seemed that his tone was too fierce. Su Xiangwan said in a dissatisfied voice: "um..."

"Be obedient."

His voice softened a little.

But Su had a bad temper at night, turned her back to him, and no longer arched into his arms, as if she were angry with him.

Mu Beiting's throat tightened for a few minutes.

With a sigh, he leaned over and took her into his arms again. In a low voice, he said, "angry."

But when Su could hear it in the evening, there was only a uniform breath.

Smelling the light fragrance of her body, Mu Beiting endured the restlessness of the bottom of his heart and bowed his eyes.

*

the next day, in the morning.

Before the alarm clock woke up, Su was awakened by the pain in her stomach.

Vaguely opened his eyes, he found that he was held in his arms, a powerful arm around her waist, and the big hand was falling on his own Chest, very warm.

Su Xiangwan was a little confused. How could she feel that this hand was not her own.

He pinched the long clean hand.

She had a sort of dull reaction.

Well It doesn't hurt at all

As if not reconciled, the small white hand pinched two.

Until that clean big hand left two curved nail marks, Su Xiangwan finally realized that this hand It's not my own!

Mu Beiting, who was still sleeping, was awakened by life.

For a long time insomnia, rarely sleep a good sleep for people, his face can be imagined.

Eyes sinister open eyes, but want to see which not long eyes dare to die.