Doting on Honey Marriage: The Uncle Treats You Lightly

Chapter 69 Open, the curtain

"Please... the value range of that... and that." At the end, Tong Xiaoyun's voice could hardly be heard.

"Range? We may have to try it out before we can know... how far my one... can reach yours..." Qiao Moshen played his own Qiao's Su Yin to the fullest, and the voice was accompanied by The scorching breath in her breath followed Tong Xiaoyun's ears and penetrated into her heart.

Her body trembled, and her heart trembled even more violently.

She heard the "that" and "that" in Jomo's deep mouth even more dazedly, but now she didn't have the mind to ask.

All her senses were controlled by Qiao Moshen, and his every move was full of thrilling charm.

Tong Xiaoyun really felt that her heart was so soft that it dripped, and it was so crisp that it fell to the ground.

Her cheeks gradually became hot, as if a sea of ​​flames whizzed past her face, with one "swish", and another, her whole body was about to burn.

This man is simply a walking hormone. Tong Xiaoyun doesn't know if any woman can resist the extreme masculine charm exuding from him. Anyway, she knows that she has fallen again.

Tong Xiaoyun also felt that she was about to melt into Qiao Moshen's arms, she had no strength at all, she just wanted to rely on him, as if she was born to be a part of Qiao Moshen.

The temperature in the room rose higher and higher, and Tong Xiaoyun gradually lost consciousness. When he realized it again, Jomo had already put him on the soft big bed and pressed him under him.

His body was as heavy as Mount Tai, and Tong Xiaoyun's tight breath made it even more difficult to breathe.

Slowly opening a pair of star eyes covered with thick water mist, it was Qiao Mo's deep and deep lake-like gaze that had already been dyed with strong lust.

There was a thick gloomy look in his pitch-black eyes, dark and gloomy, and after looking at them for a long time, it almost attracted her mind into them.

Under the bright lights, on the soft big bed, the two were tightly entangled like vines, as if they couldn't be separated no matter what.

With Tong Xiaoyun's tightly closed eyes, his fan-like eyelashes were trembling, and his heart melted between his lips.

At this moment, Qiao Mo's deep lips left her forehead reluctantly, and he half-closed his deep eyes and looked at her.

Her long hair spread out, like a black waterfall, like ink silk, against the snow-like skin on her body, it was even more shockingly beautiful.

Qiao Mo closed his deep eyes tightly, taking a panoramic view of her beauty, covering her body again, the two people's breath was confused, and they turned into a pair of invisible hands, which opened the curtain of passion for the night.

The next day, the first ray of dawn broke the darkness of the sky.

Jomo slowly opened a pair of quiet eyes, with the unique ease and gentleness of the morning hanging on the bridge of his handsome nose.

The bleary vision gradually became clear, and what he could see was Tong Xiaoyun's little head buried in his chest.

The beautiful thin lips slightly raised a slight arc, and he slowly raised his big palm, covering the back of her head with his warm palm, and gently stroking along her black and smooth hair.

The little thing in his arms seemed to have gained a clear consciousness, he groaned unconsciously, smacked his lips, and arched into his arms again.

In Qiao Mo's deep heart, something flowed into it bit by bit, gradually filling his entire heart.

For ten whole years, this feeling was really strange to him.

But why do I feel this way all of a sudden?

Is it just because of the little girl in my arms who has only been together for a week?

still is……

His heart was emptied of all things by hatred, it was empty for too long, and she just appeared at this moment.

Is it all just a coincidence?
The deep sight dimmed little by little, and stayed on Tong Xiaoyun's little head for a long time, finally moved away, and landed on the alarm clock on the bedside table.

It's five o'clock.

This powder blue Hello Kitty alarm clock was brought by Tong Xiaoyun from home.

She said that this alarm clock accompanied her in high school for three years, without it, she would definitely be late every day.

Only a little girl like her has no sense of time.

Qiao Mo smiled silently, and suddenly became envious of Tong Xiaoyun.

Her life is comfortable and casual, and she never cares about the length of time.

But he is calculating every day, when will he be stronger and take back what Tong Wei owes him.

He and her are really people from two worlds.

His world was dark, but her life was colorful.

Maybe it was God's idea to pay back what Tong Wei owed him in this way.

The little thing in his arms moved again, and the even and warm breath fluttered against his chest like a small fan.

She must have been really exhausted last night. After all, she was still so young, and she couldn't bear so much he gave her all at once.

Jomo hugged her tightly and watched the time go by, but he didn't wake her up.

Give her a good rest.

……

This sleep lasted until noon, and Tong Xiaoyun didn't get up.

Sitting on the bed and stretching comfortably, a soreness immediately spread from all limbs.

Xiumei frowned slightly, Tong Xiaoyun slowly lowered her head, her clear eyes fell on her snowy muscles exposed to the air.

Omg!

She gasped in surprise, lifted the quilt around her waist and got out of bed, endured the discomfort between her legs and ran to the mirror in the bathroom.

In the mirror... her snow-white skin was criss-crossed with ambiguous bruises.

The image momentarily brought back her memory.

Last night, she was under Qiao Moshen...

The hot bodies of the two were tightly intertwined without distinguishing each other.

Pain, numbness, heat, electric current...

All of a sudden, everything from last night rushed towards Tong Xiaoyun like a flood. She was already suffocated, and she could only feel her little face getting hot and swollen. That feeling was like being under Qiao Moshen's body last night. .

God!

Tong Xiaoyun shook her head, clearing those blushing scenes from her mind.

Stop thinking about that!
(End of this chapter)