Traps Of Love

In the hotel bedroom, the incandescent lamp on the ceiling was put out, and replaced by the warm bedside lamp, which emits soft light.

Leng Zetian's handsome profile is caged on the bed. He gracefully rolls up the sleeve of his shirt to show his strong arms. Beside the table, there was a bottle of high concentration vodka and a white towel folded neatly.

Bang -

his slender fingers skillfully pried open the bottle, and the transparent liquor flowed from the bottle to his palm, and the strong liquor filled the whole room.

Leng Zetian's deep blue eyes are staring at the scarlet woman on the bed. He rubs away the wine in his palm. His cold face is filled with anger.

It's a very contradictory emotion, well, love and hate. Damn, this stupid woman will take care of herself or not!

"Aze -" Mi Xiaoya, half in a coma, whispers out the man's name. At the next moment, her voice drops to a whisper.

Her scallion like hand was tightly held by the man, and then covered with a towel moistened with alcohol.

The strange feeling of warmth and wetness made her shrink slightly, followed by a very comfortable feeling of release.

The heat of alcohol quickly volatilized on her hot skin. It was like a raging fire of magma. Suddenly, it met with a torrent of ice water, which immediately cooled and condensed.

The scalding heat, miraculous, receded.

"Stupid woman, don't move." Leng Zetian lowered his voice. At this time, MI Xiaoya's confused appearance is too attractive. Especially on the scarlet face that wants to say to still rest of the misty charm color, almost make his blood boiling.

Mi Xiaoya like a clever cat, instinctively close to his arms, like to understand his command, actually did not move. Under the warm light, her delicate skin is so transparent that you can see the boiling blood under her skin. The attractive and shy beauty is the most charming scenery in the world.

The next moment, Leng Zetian bent down and gently took off her shoes and socks. Her broad palms covered her delicate white feet. Leng Zetian's handsome face was slightly twisted, and her breath was suddenly rapid.

This is a pair of beautiful feet, clean as if carved out of snow, crystal clear and moist, white as jade, especially in the palm of the hand touch, wonderful.

"Well --" Mi Xiaoya's script can be pulled back.

I've never been touched like this, let alone held tightly in the palm of my hand.

Confused, her long eyelashes tremble, that look with a touch of grievance and coquetry, people confused.

"Don't move." Leng Zetian's voice is a little hoarse. He can clearly hear the woman's heart beating like thunder, like the waves beating on the rocks, beating wildly.

You know, because Xiaoya is pregnant and weak, he has restrained himself for a long time. This period of time, it is almost to the limit of his tolerance.

But the desire discontent man, often can have a common manifestation: the evil fire is exuberant.

Leng Zetian's evil fire at the moment is not generally strong. First of all, he must use great control, repeatedly wipe Mi Xiaoya's palms and feet, through physical cooling to help her fever.

Pregnant women have a fever, which can be big or small. Thanks to the timely discovery and his own experience, he was able to retreat quickly.

Therefore, he does not have time to think too much about other things now. The first priority is to cool down Mi Xiaoya.

Once the reason is firm, Leng Zetian's deep eyebrows and eyes will be more clear and firm.

He gently holds the jade like sole of her foot, and then pours vodka into the palm of his hand. Cover heat, rub, wipe.

When her fingers touch her tender feet, it's like Mars hitting the planet. The scalding temperature between her skin almost makes lengzetian lose her mind again.

Damn, God knows, when Xiaoya had a fever, she was so charming!

Leng Zetian's mood is between the ice and the fire. While she is floating in the strong desire, she is indignant and thinks that her appearance is also seen by Huo Kai.

Those deep eyes are full of hunting storms, it seems that a huge storm will burst out at any time.

"Aze, it's really you --" Mi Xiaoya finally woke up from exhaustion. Her face was flushed and her sweat was dripping.

"You, what are you doing?" A pair of clear big eyes with fog opened very big, saw her feet are being held by the man in his arms, with the palm of a little bit of rubbing, her body seems to be every inch has been electrified, all unconsciously trembled.

The burning of liquor, the temperature of men's fingertips, and the burning of their own skin, all the feelings suddenly enlarge and merge into a strong sense of stimulation, which makes people dizzy!

Oh, my God! No wonder she was dreaming of a big fish biting her feet. It turned out that Leng Zetian was massaging her!

Throw the dead! She hasn't bathed today! Is there anything dirty on your feet? Did you sweat?

Her feet were so clenched and covered by his hands, and - so carefully kneaded!

Mi Xiaoya's brain is buzzing. She really shouldn't wake up.If I had known this, I would not have opened my eyes even if I pretended to be dead! Shame!

Leng Zetian forcefully grabs her shrinking feet into her palm, and stares at her domineering and tough. In her cold eyes is a prairie fire, "look at me!"

Mi Xiaoya has no place to escape. She has a strong feeling of numbness on her feet. There is a kind of nervous stimulation like being caught by a small tail.

"Aze, I --" Mi Xiaoya's face was red, her shy eyes were slightly drunk and wet, and her pitiful look was like a thousand words of grievance.

Leng Zetian doesn't want to eat her at all, but her heart seems to be affected by her eyes.

Every beat, with her eyes blurred, and crazy.

Damn, is it really one thing down one thing!

I can't. He's going to shock me!

Tonight's affair can't be finished like this, he wants to educate this woman well!

"Say, where on earth have you been touched by hokkay tonight?" Leng Zetian has a straight face. His deep eyes are dangerous light.

“……” Mi Xiaoya wants to cry without tears. Her cheeks are almost red to the point of bleeding. How do you answer this question.

In my mind, the scene of bailiusu being forced to kiss and feed by huokai is still fresh in my mind. She was so guilty that she wanted to grab the quilt and bury her whole body.

"Is there one here?" Leng Zetian doesn't allow her to escape. He suddenly grabs Mi Xiaoya into his arms and kisses her forehead with fanatical thin lips. His low voice is dangerous and dignified, "huh? Speak

Thin lip print on a woman's forehead is no longer hot at the beginning, but warm and moist.

Leng Zetian's eyebrows stretch a little. Hum, this woman's recovery is fast.

It won't burn.

That's right. Let's settle it!