Chapter 941

Jiang Pei loves her so much that she wants it, not it doesn't want it.

Love and hate are distinct, and personality is distinctive. Do not wriggle or make a pretense. Let him love to the bone, only think that her eyebrows, eyes and lips, a static movement, are all kinds of customs.

With a long arm and a big palm, she hugged Su Kui and his quilt into her arms, and * * was bitten to death by her, and walked towards the inner bedroom with long legs.

Under the body touch the cool bed sheet, Jiang Haipeng just put down Su Kui, the neckline was grabbed, forced him to follow the past.

Today, she is so strong that he is willing to bow down to the throne.

Around the world, the plain bed curtains are flying, and the white clothes are thrown out of the bed at will. Instead, Su Kui leaned over.

Female upper and male lower, Su Kui panted lightly, the whole body was surging with heat, she picked up her lips and chuckled, "this game is good, continue?" His fingers raised his chin and looked into his eyes, which were as lustrous as jade. His eyes fell down and covered the spot of moles at present.

Jiang Pei clasped her slender waist with his big palm and expressed his answer with action.

The curtain of the bed is flying, the bed is shaking gently, and the unspeakable heat is rolling in the air.

On the plain brocade quilt, the big hands with distinct bones are linked with the slender and soft hands, and the broken low gasping sound overflows from the red and swollen lips. In a moment, it becomes fragmented again. The eyes are full of water, the eyes are crimson, and the peach blossom eyes are covered with a layer of mist. Fine beads of sweat along the forehead into the mouth, the taste of salt and humidity, but just moisten the already dry throat, Yifa want more.

The tip of the tongue across the lip, the temptation of speechless.

Jiang Pei holds her round shoulder and lets her turn to face him. Seeing this picture, her narrow eyes narrow and cross a dark color.

Qing Juan's face was tinged with fanaticism, and Su Kui's thin lips were full of blood, but he didn't care. Instead, he sneered. The big palm clasps her waist, leaving several red finger marks directly with great force. The action is not gentle. After a moment of stagnation, it begins to roll over like a storm.

Su Kui did not show weakness, clasped his thin but smooth arm, opened his mouth and bited him on the shoulder, his teeth were embedded in the flesh, and the strong smell of blood filled the whole mouth. She squinted and swallowed -

perspiration trickled down her forehead and hit her skin.

Jianghu murmurs, and the hot flame under his eyes can almost melt people. Jianghu, between the beds, has always been a wild animal.

Finally -

with a low roar, all the movements stopped.

Jiang Xihe is holding Su Kui. The blood from his shoulders is dyed red by the plain brocade quilt under his body. The sweat makes his eyes and eyelashes moist. He picks up the magic of his lips and smiles, and opposes her forehead. His nose and breath coexist.

"Cat, you are mine --"

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Su Kui woke up, yawned sleepily, turned over, and only felt his back was swollen. However, Jiang Xun was full of energy to change her old infirmity. Her face was ruddy. She was only wearing a white inner garment, loose pants, barefoot and curled legs on the bed. She leaned on the bed column languidly, holding books in one hand and playing with her long hair scattered on the pillow in the other.

This is the biggest difference between a man and a woman in nature. Even though most of them take the initiative first, they will be suppressed by him without exception. Even if the heart is not willing to show weakness, he has made many traces behind him.