After drinking some water, not drinking the source of life, he picked her up and started the second half.
Song Xiang tried to run away several times, but he held him down and simply changed the venue.
"Son of a bitch!"
After holding back enough strength, she bit him on the shoulder.
He was satisfied and could scold her no matter what.
"good--"
Be good, sister!
Song Xiang rolled his eyes and admitted defeat.
It was slightly bright outside, and the movement in the room completely ended.
Song Xiang lay softly in his arms, feeling that her body was no longer hers.
Stern Han was full of energy, holding her with one hand and playing with her hair with the other.
Holding her breath, she tried to pull her hair out, but she couldn't avoid it.
He chuckled twice, moved closer, and couldn't help but kiss her.
Song Xiang opened his eyelids and glared at him lazily.
She was deceived by him again, pretending to be pitiful, tricking her into feeling distressed, then turning around and turning her back, causing her bones to fall apart.
"Are you... worthy of Lu Zechen?"
He benefited from Lu Zechen's suffering.
Yan Han: "It can be considered that he has made some contributions."
Song Xiang sniffed, calmed down, then moved her body around his neck.
"Tsk, don't move."
Song Xiang: "..."
I spent most of the night wondering what else I could think of.
She really didn't dare to move and whispered: "I forgot to tell you something."
"What?"
"Sister Lian may be pregnant."
Yan Han frowned slightly, took out his cell phone, and looked at the time. He guessed that Lu Zechen was also awake.
"Are you sure?"
"I saw the pregnancy test at her place."
At this time, Yan Han didn't want to care about anything, but the matter was not a trivial matter, and he couldn't be too sorry for his brother.
"Are you going to call him?"
"I'll go see him again in the morning," he said.
Song Xiang snorted, "It's already morning!"
Yan Han licked his molar teeth, lowered his head and saw the look on the face of the person in his arms, and threw the phone away.
"Then we'll go at noon."
Song Xiang rolled her eyes at him, pretending to be brotherly and very plastic.
Yan Yanhan took her into his arms again, and kissed her again and again, as if he could no longer control his feelings.
Song Xiang was afraid that he would cause trouble again, so he softened his voice and begged for mercy.
"You should have a rest."
Yan Han lay down and hugged her from behind.
"I was afraid that you would think I didn't know how to do it, so I demonstrated it a few more times."
fart.
Song Xiang turned her back to him and rolled her eyes.
Yan Han hugged her, put his arm across her waist, held her hand on her cheek, and interlocked with her fingers.
In the past five years, they had done countless intimate things, and when he went crazy, he made her cry.
But it was not like tonight, he was cheering from body to heart.
Under the light and seeing the paintings on her back, my heart was so full that it almost overflowed.
In this world, there is finally a person who belongs completely to him, and no one can covet him.
Song Xiang leaned in his arms, turned her face sideways and saw each other's hands.
He stretched out his other hand and traced his fingers carefully, and couldn't help but raise the corners of his lips.
She gave herself to him once, but it was unilaterally. She never asked him if he wanted it, so she naturally couldn't hear his answer. It was expected that she would be disappointed later.
"Severe cold."
"Um?"
"You're mine now, right?"
The person behind her smiled and hugged her tighter, "What do you think?"
"Answer me."
He responded, "It's yours and yours alone."
My heart is at peace and I feel so satisfied.
She grabbed his hand with both hands and brought it close to her cheek. She turned her face and kissed the back of his hand.