Song Zhao's face was red and his ears were burnt, and he was covered by the man's wet lips and tongue, which was quite comfortable.

She couldn't help but raise her head and tilt her head to make it easier for the other person to lick it.

Si Yu licked the corners of his lips.

He hugged Song Zhao's waist with his arm, pressed it unconsciously into his arms, and pressed it inseparably.

As soon as your eyes drooped, you could see Song Zhao's white and slender neck, covered by strands of black sandalwood hair, which seemed to be delicate and delicate.

His black eyes were sunk.

Thinking of Song Zhao's seductive posture when he drank the wine just now, he couldn't help but take a sip of the soft flesh between her neck and suck, "Speak?"

Caught off guard, Song Zhao sang softly and muttered, "It hurts."

Si Yu stretched his jaw and laughed hoarsely, "Where does it hurt?"

It spreads from the neck with hoarse heat, and the rolling skin brings out bursts of numbness.

Song Zhao's back was straightened, his eyelashes fluttered, and he looked at him blankly and ignorantly, like a deer lost in the forest.

Si Yu was like a malicious wolf, with the sound of the breath brought out when the Adam's apple slipped and was fatally seductive, "Brother, please relieve the pain, do you want it?"

Song Zhao had a red face, the cat's eyes were bright and delicate.

"want."

This is what A Zhao said himself.

The little marquis, who had been unable to hold back, pressed Song Zhao on the bed with his back hand, making it easier for him to do anything from top to bottom.

Song Zhao has now become a fish on the chopping board.

Si Yu took her delicate pink lips, bit her gently for a while, and then tentatively drilled into it along the slit of her lips, seriously and obsessed.

His fingers were slender and beautiful, and his joints were clearly clasped on her fingers.

Push against the fingers, rub the upper and lower parts with strong suggestiveness.

"Azhao, call me husband."

He is so gentle.

The kiss is very sweet.

Song Zhao was dizzy and liked this feeling very much. He shouted obediently, "Husband~"

Just like that.

Si Yu's eyes trembled, and he raised the back of her head higher, turning the passion and blood all over her body into a storm, impacting Song Zhao.

No one can understand.

How long has he been waiting for this moment?

He thought it was a one-man show without response, so he was also prepared for a lonely life.

But in the dark world, the light he wanted to tear and illuminate him.

Si Yu was afraid that this was a dream, so he could only use his actions to prove it and feel Song Zhao's reaction.

Even though he had already noticed that Song Zhao was almost breathing, his chest was fluctuating significantly, and his heartbeat was getting faster and faster.

But he was absorbing her more and more hard.

It was not until he was sure that Song Zhao's condition had reached its limit that he slowly relaxed his strength and pecked her breathing lips because of lack of oxygen.

"I'm very happy when you come to find me on the night of the Lantern Festival."

The two of them were so troubled by the bedding under them.

Song Zhao was awakened and drunk by being awakened.

She slowly calmed down her breath and asked him squintly, "If I hadn't come that night, would you really have to take another woman's purse?"

How is that possible?

Si Yu knew his choice very clearly. He rubbed Song Zhao's nose lightly with the tip of his nose. The two of them had the same rosy lips, and they were covered with each other's spit.

He licked the corner of his lips, "You didn't come, I'll go find you."

"I don't regret the marriage at all." Si Yuli was confident, "You can only marry me."

"You are so shameless." Song Zhao said.

The night was hazy, and the moonlight spread out from the window, gently covering the overlapping figures of the two.

Before Song Zhao could completely calm down, he started kissing again.

This time the kiss was very gentle, from the forehead to the cheek, and from the eyes to the nose.

It's like enjoying tea, not hurry or slow, and careless.

"But you are here."

He said,

"I was swearing at that moment."
Chapter completed!