Chapter 271

The room is beautiful and the temperature rises suddenly.

After a long time, the muscles and veins on his forehead beat up and down, his waist and abdomen suddenly exert themselves, and the clenched teeth shed a few low growls. He suddenly hugged her to death, pecked and kissed her sweaty face, then buried his face in her fragrant neck, gasped and breathed heavily

Their bodies and bodies are close together. Jingzhi feels his heart beating like a drum, and her heart beats as fast as a drum. She never knew that she had such a moment, or that she could get out of control to such a degree.

And he is not without, before no divorce, it is not crazy? But at that time, she always kept her mask. No matter what, she never let it out so freely. She could cry or enjoy in love like all the women in the world.

"Does it hurt?" He asked dumbly, but he still buried his face in her neck and refused to raise his head. His strong arms were wrapped around her slender waist. His hands caressed her back lazily, as if they were soothing her.

When she calmed down, she felt shy. She twisted in his arms and mumbled, "let go of your hand..."

"Hold for a moment." He said in a low voice, turned his face to look for her red lips, let her toot her little mouth left to hide and right to flash, but he still accurately caught her and kissed her red and swollen lips.

"Dirty..." Her tiny voice, almost soft body, seemed to be unable to move in any case. She wanted to leave his arms, but was greedy for the warmth of the moment. His arms rolled and burned like that, but they were so safe, which she had never tasted before.

"What's dirty?" He suddenly narrowed his eyes and stared at her dangerously. The little girl even dared to disrespect him!

Jingzhi blushes with fever. She lowers her head to death. She puts her hands on his chest and starts to get up. Suddenly, he presses her shoulder and presses her down hard. Jingzhi feels his body clearly. Her face is almost blue when he changes. Her eyes are full of water. Meng shaozheng is staring hard

Huan. The voice after love is soft, but with charm and tenderness. He can't bear to hear her call her by her name. He can't understand how much she's been frightened and suffered in these two days, but he's coaxed to do such hard work. How can he not feel pain?

"I'll give you a wipe." He stretched out his hand and pulled the tissue box. His eyes and eyebrows stretched out. There was no expression of disgust and impatience. He refused to die, but he caught his hand and pressed it. Behind him, he let him steal a kiss in front of his chest. He wiped it gently and meticulously. Her heart almost jumped out of her chest, but she bit her lower lip, looked at him slightly, and couldn't help calling his name: "Shao Ting "..."

He took a look at her, the corners of his lips were slightly raised, and he took her to one side. He began to clean up himself gracefully and unabashedly. He took a quick look at her, and immediately twisted his face. She was so shy that he couldn't help but want to hurt her.

After finishing, she took a thin blanket to cover the two people. She leaned in his arms, but her hands were raised to stick to his face. Her bright and lustrous eyes seemed to drip water. Her big eyes were black and white, and she looked at him firmly: "is it really you?"

He was stunned. He put his hand on her palm and rubbed his face lightly. His tone was strange and gentle: "why not me? Who am I or dare to be? "