A Night With A Dangerous President

[I compare you with the tender night, open your eyes to see your star eyes doting, close your eyes greedy for your soft breath.

As long as one more second stay in your arms, even if the loss of the world is not a pity. ——Li Qishen, Qiao Muwan]

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night, quiet, deep

In the private rooms of the hotel, the yellow wall lamps shed bright and dim light, outlining a beautiful scene of crimson color.

Sobbing his lips, Joe Mu had a splitting headache in the evening, just like a dying fish, rolling on the soft soft floor.

The arm is pulled up suddenly, that delicate body poured into the man's arms directly.

The forehead touched the hard chest, Jomo's subconscious whimper, the burning breath from the man, lingered in her breath.

In the light of Chuo Chuo, the lines of a man's beautiful face, which was made up of empty parts, were a little tight. Obviously, his body was warming up unconsciously.

He moves his hands in a random way. Qiao Mu's face is like silk. He pulls the man's collar by feeling

By the effect of the medicine, she has no reason.

Bleary eyes, can not see in front of the man is what kind of a face, but he around the strong breath, like cold ice, let her body like fire, want to lean up.

It's hard to suppress the voice of Jiao Mei. The man is bewitched by Qiao Mu's dark pupil by the beautiful color between his apricot eyes and peach cheeks.

Without further hesitation, he directly picked up the soft boneless waist and pulled it towards himself

"Pain

On the white Chuang list, because of the bright red, the dark eyes of the man suddenly become cold.

The hard and astringent tenses the body, the heroic spirit pressing forehead, slowly seeps the sweat silk.

She, unexpectedly

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when Jomo woke up again in the evening, it was the morning of the next day.

Opening her eyes vaguely, she saw a completely unfamiliar environment.

Pull the body subconsciously, straight feel the pain of tendon, through the whole body.

This

It was almost instinctive reaction that made her quickly lift the quilt.

Seeing her naked body covered with kisses and marks, as well as a touch of red symbolizing her loss, Jomo Wan's little face lost its color.

Did she lose her body? On the wedding night?

She shook her head in disbelief, but she couldn't remember anything, just the heavy gasp and the real acid feeling in her body, which exploded in her mind like an alarm bell.

She was really scared, plain face, because of such a warm - ambiguous kiss - mark, in a little bit, a little bit of loss of the original ruddy color.

Almost ran out of bed, she picked up the torn dress and put it on.

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"young grandma, you are back!"

Aunt Li's respectful voice came, and Qiao Mu's change of shoes suddenly stopped.

"Well!"

She was so frightened that she told Aunt Li that she was thinking that she should go back to the wedding room quickly and replace her torn dress.

Without waiting for her to put on her slippers, a female voice with a sharp rising voice appeared