"Miss me?" Have a hoarse, thick whisper.
"Want to …" She nodded her head low and made a soft line. She just dreamed of him in a dream …
Then his kisses fell on her lips, hot and eager.
Night Xihan gasped in surprise and realized that he was going to push him, but his backhand buckled his hands and was firmly fixed.
Recently, this man’s demand in this field is so strong that she can’t stand it at all.
At the thought of him tossing her again, her eyes moistened quickly to leach water.
She really can’t stand him!
Every night. she still has pain …
"No … I want to sleep …" She twisted her body to avoid him.
Ye Xihan doesn’t know that his vulnerability at the moment can arouse his desire more, just like a small white rabbit is cute and makes people want to bully him severely.
One night, the passionate Mu Ling Tian will toss the night Xi Han to death.
It was not until the morning that the sun looked up a little bit, and Muling genius let her go. Both of them fell into bed and sweated profusely after having sex.
They didn’t wake up until noon.
I just woke up to Mu Lingtian’s burning black eyes shining with the light of wild animals.
Look, he’s a thrill.
Xihan’s heart seems to be jumping out, and his hands are full of sweat.
Maybe he wants to …
The thought of night Xihan’s little face is red …
Mu Lingtian looked at her with deep and blurred eyes for a long time, then got up and did nothing. His face was still lingering, sunny and depressed. He wanted her, but he was distressed that she could endure it.
He wore a bath towel around his waist and looked at the woman in bed. "Have a bath?"
Ye Xihan looked at him and then hung his eyes and crushed his head to death. "You … you go first!"
His malicious expression clearly tells her that he has a plot, and she will never go in with him and take a bath with him, and the result will be miserable! I’m scared to think about it!
Chapter one hundred and fifty-three Difficult choice
"Ha ha ….." Mu Lingtian smiled in a low voice and put her little face across the bed again. "Does it hurt?"
"Ah?" Night city han looked at him not white meaning.
"Does it still hurt here?"
I just took his finger off and touched it where she was …
Night Xi Han was ashamed and embarrassed, and he even asked for it.
The forefinger stroked back and forth and continued to speak. "Does it still hurt?"
The fundus is full of cherish.
Night Xihan glanced at his cheek, blushing and embarrassed.
She was ashamed to answer this kind of question, especially when his Gherardini eyes swept over her. She wished she could find a hole to drill.
But knowing that the man would never stop until he asked for the answer, she shook her head with shame. "No … it doesn’t hurt very much."
The sound is so low that it can hardly be heard.
It’s really painful there, although it’s not that kind of pain … but the dull pain is very clear.
It’s always uncomfortable and uncomfortable!
"Shall we do it again?" He deliberately teased her with an evil smile on her lips.
"Ah?" She stare to react when it’s too late MuLingTian directly picked her up and walked into the bathroom.
Then the passion played in the bathroom again.
Well, this man is considerate that he didn’t want her!
But her hand will suffer.
When she came out of the bathroom, her hands were sore, and now she is still shaking … The burning and hard feeling is still so clear.
Finally, she came to the conclusion that men with strong demand in this field are terrible!
She cooks breakfast!
Recently, if she doesn’t eat out, she will do it.
This is what he asked, but she will do it even if he doesn’t say it.
Even if her beloved man cooks for a generation, she is willing and happy.
Mulingtian sat on the sofa and looked at the newspaper and sometimes looked up at the kitchen …
Look at this little woman wearing a pink apron and a tall ponytail. She likes to watch her cooking seriously …
Well, the horse is coming to an end!
He could feel the strange feeling coming from his heart.
Night Xihan fried eggs and suddenly stopped to lift his eyes and look out to collect his complex emotions.
The white face is inexplicably tight. He’s always been like this recently!
It’s strange that an emotional heart seems to be blocked by something, and it seems to be heavy and heavy.
Is there something he’s not telling her? At the thought of this possibility, the pain in my heart will be suppressed.
Because stupidly, the shovel in his hand didn’t hold it steady, and it sounded crisp.
I didn’t hit her foot, but I was shocked.
Thinking back to get ready to pick it up.