Before she finished her sentence, Yi Qingchen suddenly rushed over and threw herself into his arms. Her red mouth blocked his. There was a light floral fragrance and a faint smell of alcohol on her body, which made Feng Yiying instantly
Shen Zui. He couldn't help but hugged her tightly and deepened the kiss... Yi Qingchen didn't know why, but she was particularly enthusiastic and proactive today. Although Feng Yiying couldn't figure out the reason, he had never been against the good luck that came to his door.
She hugged her tightly and kissed her thoroughly... At some point, Yi Qingchen's little hand stretched from the collar to his clothes, and slowly began to caress Feng Yiying's body. Feng Yiying took a breath of air.
, grabbed her troublesome little hand and whispered: "Qingchen, you are playing with fire..." His voice was low and hoarse, with a strong sense of abstinence. Yi Qingchen's face turned red.
, leaned on his shoulder, and whispered: "After a glass of wine, isn't it the wedding ceremony?" Boom, this low sentence, like a colorful firework exploding in Feng Yiying's ears, brilliant and
And dazzling. He suppressed the overwhelming passion in his body, and his low voice was imperceptibly tight: "Qingchen, this is not a joke... you know what this means..." How could it not be
Do you know? Yi Qingchen blushed and said nothing, but her fingers drew circles on his heart... Feng Yiying was shocked and grabbed her restless hand. His eyes were as deep as a deep pool, and his voice
It was a rare hoarseness: "Qingchen, if you don't stop now, I won't be able to stop in the future..." Yi Qingchen still didn't answer him, but her red lips kissed his... Boom, Feng Yi
Ying's suppressed rationality finally collapsed completely! The passion that had been extinguished was easily ignited. He quickly picked her up and placed her on the big bed, his deep pupils burning with fire, his scorching gaze fixed on her, and his arms
He supported her side and clenched his fists: "Qingchen, you, it's too late for you to regret now..." Under his hot gaze, Yi Qingchen felt as if her body was about to burn. Her little face was filled with tears.
Fiery red. "Big maple leaf, big maple leaf..." She murmured her unique name for him, like a call.