Fall in love with kissing you

"Don't flaunt yourself so noble. Don't you want children? Where did you come from if you didn't do these dirty things?"

Chu Qing was speechless for a moment, and the man's thin lips had been heavily crushed on her cheek to kiss.

She turned her head in disgust, and there was anger between her eyebrows. It was one thing that she was his wife, and it was another thing to wish she didn't want to.

"Yan Siyuan, don't force me!"

"Force you?"

The man smiled deeply and his voice was hoarse. Chu Qing put his hands on his chest and felt a slight vibration, as if he heard a very funny thing and a laugh from the depths of his throat.

"I give you the child you want and help you get rid of me as a cold-blooded man as soon as possible?"

His hot lips were sprayed on her face. His thin lips swam all the way on Chuqing's face and neck. His lips and tongue spread recklessly, as if he were enjoying a delicious meal.

Chu Qing was a little flustered. He pushed his shoulder and began to avoid. When he heard the speech, he became stiff.

The man was so careful and hated what she said just now.

The male's strong hormonal breath surrounded her, making Chu Qing more and more flustered. "Yan Siyuan, you small bellied man, will only use your man's innate advantages to bully a woman's pseudo gentleman, uh... Uh..."

The man impatiently sealed Chuqing's small mouth, and the hot, wet and soft drove straight into her throat, as if he were retaliating for her abuse just now.

Yan Siyuan's long legs diverged Chu Qing's close legs with a strong posture. His hands slowly rubbed up along the root of his thighs, like playing a moving musical instrument, speeding up the rhythm bit by bit. The pure white skirt was crisscrossed with dark trousers, messy and listless, showing a sense of out of control friction.

Chu Qing was kissed so thin that her head was dizzy. At the beginning, the idea of resistance gradually blurred and even subsided in Yan Siyuan's predatory deep kiss. She was soft and weak. She subconsciously grabbed the man's shirt to prevent the downward trend.

When a little sober resistance, it was dragged into a new round of trembling and surging entangled by the man.

Yan Siyuan buried his head in the woman's chest and concentrated on biting off the layer of shallow cloth wrapped with snow peaks, revealing the woman's standing cornel. The charming smell spread throughout the room.

Smelly, dispirited, ambiguous air flow is surging with the most primitive desire.

"Ah --"

A sudden scream cut through the ambiguous air flow in the whole space.

Yan Siyuan slowly got up, frowned, and his face was still flushed with lust. His throat was rolling, full of masculine sex appeal and fatal bewitchment. However, he was rational and elegant, narrowed his eyes and listened.

In the sweeping tide of love, Chu Qing suddenly withdrew. She was held by the man's iron arm and leaned against him, panting heavily. Her head was still blank.

"Ah --"

There was another scream, but the voice was closer and a little familiar female voice.

Even Chuqing was aware of it. As soon as he raised his head in doubt, Yan Siyuan suddenly released his hand, left her and walked out of the door.

Chuqing was caught off guard, bumped into the wardrobe, fell down and sat down. All she could see was a mess. The clothes and skirts retreated to the waist, the underwear half hung on her arms, the red marks on her neck, and her legs trembling because of tension.

On the cold floor, she leaned back, slowly closed her eyes and breathed a long sigh of relief.

It's the last step. Does she want to thank Ning Yaner for her obstruction.

The woman picked up her pajamas scattered on the ground, got up and walked into the bathroom.

Yan Siyuan rushed out of the bedroom and followed the scream to the deep corridor opposite.

The voice controlled lights light up one by one to illuminate a haggard figure leaning against the corner of the wall.

Ning Yan'er was wearing a knee length nightdress, but now she was sitting in a corner with her knees in her arms. She was in a trance, like ink long hair behind her. She wanted to fall to the ground, like a tight cocoon wrapping her layer by layer.

The hurried footsteps fell in front of her. Ning Yan'er looked a little moved and slowly raised her eyes. She saw the man with handsome eyebrows with undisguised worry and worry.

Yan Siyuan was about to speak, but the woman at the bottom suddenly rushed over and hugged his legs. His thin shoulders trembled, and his curly and thick long eyelashes were wet. He looked elegant and generous in front of half a person, and his heart immediately softened.

He bent down and picked up the woman. He felt that she was cold and her feet were red. He was in a panic.

His eyebrows were full of anger. Yan Siyuan was holding the woman in his hands and was about to step into the dark room.

Ning Yan'er suddenly grabbed his shirt and looked frightened.

"No, no, I don't want to go in. It's terrible!"

She shook her head, showed her eyebrows and frowned slightly. She stuck on the Yingrun and delicate neck. Her blood vessels were faintly discernible and weak.

Yan Si stepped away, looked up into the dark depths of the room, and listened to her as if there was a fierce beast hidden inside.

Ning Yan'er's mood was unstable. He stopped at the door for fear of stimulating her. However, the woman was wearing light clothes and was still shivering all over. Yan Si held her tightly without thinking about it.

His tightened arms exuded a male tenacity, and Ning Yaner's panic gradually settled down in the man's calm breath. She slowly closed her eyes and leaned against the man's chest, but she smelled a strange smell, mixed with a very light fragrance.

Ning Yan'er was slightly stunned. The man had asked her in a deep voice, "what's going on?"

She is still in a cold sweat. Anyone who sees her feels frightened or hurt.

Ning Yan'er didn't say anything. She closed her mouth and clenched her fist white. I don't know what she thought. When she heard Yan Siyuan ask again patiently, she raised her head and carefully observed the man's look.

In the dim light, Yan Siyuan's handsome face was still so deep, with dignified black eyes and a layer of caring color. He just closed his eyebrows, as if he was angry for her, and as if he was not at all. His thin lips pursed gently, but his lower lips broke and solidified blood scabs.

Her eyes seemed to be stung by something. She quickly lowered her head and asked in a stuffy voice, "did I bother you... Guys?"

Yan Siyuan didn't change his face and quickly replied, "No."

Words can be false, but leaning on the man, it is more and more heavy. The smell of musk still makes Ning Yaner vaguely understand something. Even the forbearance and restraint of his face, she can see some abnormalities.

How long have they known each other? Ning Yaner didn't expect to see his lust in other women in this man one day.

Her face became more and more pale, but her eyebrows frowned and hid a forbearance that could not be retreated.

Ning Yan'er earned a little. She felt that Yan Siyuan held her tighter, hid those complex expressions, simply met the man's eyes, and restored her previous calm and ease.