President Daddy is super strong

She is at the bottom, he is at the top, and the two people are close together, and can hear each other's heartbeat clearly.

For a moment, all around seemed to be forbidden. His narrow peach blossom eyes narrowed slightly, and he looked at her face carefully.

I have known her for more than three years. She is still the same as before. Her skin is white, tender and without any defects.

I don't know how many things to wipe on other women's faces, but since she came into this house, he hasn't seen what she touched on her face.

In addition to skin care necessary toner, skin care milk, even the mouth is rarely painted red.

This is in line with her manly character.

Thinking of these, Yang Yilin can't help but raise his mouth. His eyes are more and more tender and blurred, sending out demagogic light.

Sun Zhen really thought that she must have suffered some kind of bewitchment and bewilderment from him. Otherwise, why did she want to be close to him.

So much so that his overwhelming kisses fell, and she didn't avoid them... No At the critical moment, Sun Zhen pushed Yang Yilin, his sharp voice shaking.

Yang Yilin stops his action and looks at her directly with eyes stained with affection.

Her little face was red, and there was a look of horror in her dark eyes, which hurt him.

It must have hurt her so much that she would react so much.

Looking at her eyes, he turned over and lay down, pulled the quilt under him, gently covered two people, and then gently dropped a kiss on the center of her eyebrow, "I'm sorry."

The silence of the night, this sorry is particularly clear moving.

I don't know why, sun Zhenzhen suddenly some sad, has always been strong she didn't strive for tears.

The tears that burst out of her eyes are like the surging tide, which can't be wiped clean.

Yang Yilin had intended to sleep so quietly with her arms around her. Suddenly, she felt some moisture on her arms. She immediately realized something was wrong and sat up and broke her back against his body.

"Really, what's the matter with you? I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Do I feel sick? If you tell me, I'll never be like this again... Really, don't cry, you talk. " Facing sun Zhenzhen with fierce tears, Yang Yilin becomes at a loss.

Don't look at what he usually calls himself an expert in love field, in fact, he doesn't know much about girls at all, especially in the face of girls who can't stop crying, but also want to touch the wall with their heads.

"I'm really sorry. I'm wrong. You can beat me and scold me. Can you stop crying?"

It's ok if he doesn't comfort him. He cried even more when he comforted him. He couldn't stop at all. He was still struggling with him and turned his back to him. No matter how he broke off, how he said good things didn't work.

There is no way, he can only slowly lie down again, arms around her from behind, heartache way: "really, I'm sorry, it's all my fault, I'll never do it again, you don't want us to do it all our life..."

"you can?" Hearing this sentence from him, Sun Zhen, who was in a bad mood at first, suddenly felt much better. He sniffed and asked angrily.

As soon as Yang Yilin heard that she was willing to open her mouth, he was overjoyed: "Oh, baby, you don't cry at last. Come on, you beat me and scold me. You're angry."

And he went and pulled her hand.

"Don't change the subject!" Although the voice after crying is a little hoarse, it does not affect her domineering.

Yang Yilin was happy. "That's right. I like it so spicy."