1202. Who are you 4
"If you don't marry me..." Shangguan Lie said this and stopped, his beautiful long eyes showed malicious eyes. [ ]
"What do you want to do?" Every cell in Tong Shuya's body entered a state of alert, and even her voice began to tremble slightly.
"What do you think?" Shangguan Lie grinned, showed his white teeth, put his big palm into the blanket, pulled Tong Shuya's legs apart, hooked them to her waist, and the throbbing man pressed tightly on her.
Feeling his scorching Gu Daiwang and touching himself intimately, Tong Shuya gasped and was a little scared.
"You, you, you..." She blushed. You didn't say a complete sentence after a long time.
"That's right!" Shangguan Lie smiled again, and the cunning person was about to remove the prey and eat it into his stomach. "If you dare not agree, I will keep doing it until you agree."
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"I know, Tong... your parents will come over to take Shangguan Rui for a walk every morning at 8 o'clock." Shangguan Lie smiled sly again, and his waist often thrust forward, "You said, if they were tomorrow morning, they would be together.
When we came in, we saw us accidentally taking off all our clothes on the bed... No, it was rolling around on the sofa. What would they think?"
"You, you, you... are vulgar!" Tong Shuya cursed with a blushing face, and reached out to hit him.
"That's right, I'm just a naughty." Shangguan Lie grabbed her hand, put it on his lips and kissed her gently, tilted his waist slightly, and his burning clone squeezed into Tong Shuya's body bit by bit, filling her with
At the same time, he bent down and murmured in her ears, "I am only obscene to you, my Shuya..."
After speaking, his body quickly began to move.
Under Shangguan Lie's urgent and violent attack, Tong Shuya could not think at all. All her mind was far away from her. She could only wrap her neck tightly around Shangguan Lie's neck and let him lead him to the extreme next wave
Racing away...
Outside the window, the night was dark without a trace of human voice, only the occasional cry of a nightingale.
Indoor, the men and women on the sofa were entangled with their feet, tightly pressed together, dancing with the most primitive rhythm...
The air is filled with a strong sense of affection, making people blush and beating their hearts.
The night is still long...
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Chapter completed!