Yao Rong said in a low voice, his little hand clutching his knee hard: "For you, I am willing to be a junior! I have been your junior, and I have also betrayed my own principles! You and I are both indiscriminate people, are you happy?"

Thinking that she had been married, and then thinking that he also had an ex-wife, she was aggrieved and yelled out.

Zhuo Yu squatted down, stretched out his hand to hug her, and said, "Rongrong, don't be like this! The most muddy person is me, I shouldn't have no intention of hurting you before I finish dealing with things!"

"Go away. Yao Rong pushed him away hard.

She kept struggling, and Zhuo was afraid that she would step on shards of glass if she ran around.

He reached out and grabbed her wrist and pushed her against the wall, and the tall figure stepped forward, and the two bodies looked extremely ambiguous in the warm yellow light.

"Rongrong. Zhuo Song's voice revealed the man's mood at the moment.

Hoarse, low, but ambiguous.

The man's fingertips climbed up her cheek and stroked it gently.

Yao Rong raised her head lightly, her hair was on her cheeks, her eyes were red, she looked at Zhuo Song, her voice was a little choked, her lips were pursed, and her shoulders were trembling.

"Zhuo Song. She raised her little hand and watched the man's shirt open slightly.

The burn was faintly visible at the neckline, and her fingertips trembled as she landed on his wound, leaning forward and kissing his wound lightly.

"I know it hurts, Zhuo Song, I know! But it's not ugly, it's not ugly at all. Yao Rong's voice choked, and his lips fell on his wound.

The woman's slender fingertips fall slowly!

Zhuo Song groaned deeply, and his big palm clasped her shoulder, causing her to tilt her head.

The man lowered his head and kissed her red lips, eager and longing, revealing what he was thinking at the moment.

"Hmm. Yao Rong moaned under his breath, his little hands holding his head, fingertips running into his hair.

Zhuo Song's domineering kiss made her unable to breathe anymore.

The two bodies, clinging to each other, were leaning against the wall, and the spray flowers on the top of her head kept spraying warm water down, drenching both of their clothes.

Zhuo Song's big palm slowly fell.

"Rongrong, I'm sorry I made you sad again. He kissed fervently, as if he was constantly trying to possess her.

In the water, under the ambiguous light.

The two kissed passionately, and their eyes became misty.

"Ahh Yao Rong raised his head and screamed passionately.

Zhuo shook his body, slowly fell slowly, and squatted on the opposite side.

"Zhuo Song, what are you doing, ah, Zhuo Song, get up, don't be like this, don't ....." Yao Rong stood there with his back against the wall and his legs crossed.

Zhuo squatted on the ground, thinking that his wound was painful.

But in fact, he was....kneeling on one knee in front of her.

"Zhuo Song!" Yao Rong tilted her head, water sprayed on her face, and she kept shaking her head.

Zhuo Song's big and thick palms held her calves.

Yao Rong stretched out his hand and grabbed the man's short black hair hard.

"Rongrong, you are so fragrant. Zhuo Song said in a deep voice, looking at her with confused eyes.

He leaned forward, his face pressed against hers, and tilted his head up.

"Zhuo Song, don't....my legs are weak, ah, soft. Yao Rong screamed passionately in a low voice, almost kneeling, her body was supported by him, and she barely stood there.

Zhuo Zhen's misty eyes and hoarse voice said, "But, I'm hard." ”

The ambiguous dialogue between the two continued to spread in the ambiguous atmosphere.

Yao Rong stood there, and Zhuo Song knelt in front of her.

"Ah......" Yao Rong forgot that she was angry before, or that the alcohol was too strong, leaving her drunk.

She reached out and grabbed Zhuo Song and pulled him up with all her might.

"Bang" Zhuo Song was lifted by her, Yao Rong pushed him to the side hard, she threw herself forward, hugged his shoulder, and kissed him with her lips......

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