She couldn't help laughing: "when you cover qiqizhi with quilts."
He had a meal and drank in silence.
"The mouth says no, but the body is honest," Tong added
"I go to the gym every day after I leave hospital. Do you feel better than when I was in hospital?"
Tong en's hair was just as messy as her whole body. Her ears were connected to her neck, and the red patch was very large. It was hot and hard to breathe. Her warm and clear eyes were full of bewilderment.
Wan Jingting chuckled, buried himself in her neck and continued to kiss her. He untied the button of his pajamas, grabbed the hand that refused to obey, and touched his strong chest.
"I'd love to."
"My physiological period..." Waist a cool, her pupils slightly open, to the man thin lip bite, "you don't kiss, and then kiss down, uncomfortable is you."
Tong en could still taste the hangover soup and alcohol. He sat down and pressed her hand with a little pressure of his powerful arm. The other hand was holding her side face and kissing her affectionately and domineering.
"Well Jingting. " The book in my hand fell from my arms to the carpet, making a slight sound.
Unconsciously, the man has come to her, eyes swept a trace of dark, looking down at her eyes mixed with too many feelings, should be the wine is not drunk, everyone drunk, looking at the small eyebrow of the woman, the mind and heart are urging him to do something, bend down, long fingers up the woman's jaw, without thinking to grab the woman's soft lip, found that When she responded and reached out to push him, her inner desire grew crazily, searching deeper.
Jing Ting as like as two peas in the room, a bright light is on the way. The gentle woman has been fascinated by the book, and her long legs are folded together. The feet of the onion are occasionally tilting her toes, and they can see their faults in the same way.
There was a bright red on his white face. Somehow he remembered the way he had just slowly taken off his clothes and covered his hot face. Tong en felt that it must be the weather.
“……”
An inattentive, the hands of the cup was snatched, she pestle in the stairway, ear still remains like the wind down the floor of the man said a word: "obediently back to the room for me."
The voice behind him said, "wait a minute."
"Don't you have to wash the cups when you're finished?" Then she laughed and walked up the stairs.
Wan Jingting put his hand around her finger, frowned and asked, "where are you going?"
She smirked cunningly, took the cup that he had drunk, turned and left.
The man's handsome face is crimson. He admits that he just saw the two sons who were carved out of the same mold with him. Their faces are pink and tender. The more they look, the more lovely they are. He can't help it for a moment.
“……”
The sofa sags down, and Tong en listens to men's joking and serious words. He has been working out regularly before. His figure is not as exaggerated as that of a fitness coach, which is very beautiful and makes people feel very safe. When he was hospitalized in a car accident, she helped him to take a bath on purpose, but Tong en didn't expect him to take it seriously. He focused more on fitness and went to work out every day
No wonder he is full of energy.
She blushed and felt the wonderful touch on her hand. Then she moved up and pressed it on his shoulder and said, "go every day? Do you want to practice well and bully me like this? It's a pity that I can't satisfy you now. "