With his own intuition, Leng Zhuo felt that Yan Songsong must have encountered something? Could it be related to himself, looking at the little woman in front of him, looking angry with others, he suddenly concluded that Yan Songsong must be angry.

But she refused to admit it. "It's nothing, it's just that I'm tired from running around for the past two days. ”

Yan Songsong's words are true. She's been on the road almost all the past two days, and she's been on the go. Coupled with the fright of the car accident that day, it took her a lot of thought to find Brother Kun and the driver who wanted to kill her by driving the car when she was reminded by the ghost.

"Then you can have a good rest!" While speaking, Leng Zhuo hugged Yan Songsong's shoulders very gently, this time she didn't break free, as if she was really tired, let him hug her.

Back in the small courtyard where they were temporarily staying, there was no movement in the next room, and they didn't see Yan Zheng or Xiao Shan.

"What about Dao Chang and my brother?" Yan Songsong glanced at and asked a little strangely.

"You have a good rest, and the rest of the things will be talked about when you wake up. Leng Zhuo entered the room, immediately called hot water, wrung a towel and handed it to Yan Songsong to wipe his face. After she finished wiping her face, she was very diligent in helping her open the quilt.

Yan Songsong suddenly felt that Leng Zhuo was weird, and seeing her looking at herself, Leng Zhuo hurriedly touched her face with her hand and asked, "What's wrong, there is something on my face?"

"No, just look at you. ”

Unexpectedly, Leng Zhuo mistakenly thought that Yan Songsong missed him, and he couldn't help but move in his heart, originally thinking that he would let her sleep and talk about the aftermath. Yan Songsong's sentence is to look at you and hook the string in Leng Zhuo's heart.

I only felt that my body was light, and when I opened my eyes again, I had already fallen into a thick and warm arm. "What are you going to do?"

The big eyes suddenly widened and looked at himself, and the black and shiny hair fell on his chest, and his skin became more and more moist like congealed cream. The little face without powder was flushed with pink, and the small mouth was slightly open, and he was desperate to welcome it.

Leng Zhuo suddenly felt a strange emotion in his chest, which was slowly swelling, filling his entire chest.

He reached out and gently touched her jaw, a beautiful little woman, even the line of her neck was so beautiful.

Leng Zhuo lowered his head and kissed him gently.

Yan Songsong thought that when Leng Qianying's incident happened, he would start to dislike and disgust Leng Zhuo. But when she arrived at the commander's mansion and saw Leng Zhuo, her heart seemed to be out of her control.

Leng Zhuo kissed himself emotionally, Yan Songsong only felt that his mind was empty, and he wanted to hold on to something.

He snatched his breath, and she was like a fish that had suddenly been brought ashore, suffocating to death.

The lovers who have been separated for two days kiss passionately, from the slender neck to the collarbone, to the lips, eyes, eyebrows, and the roots behind the ears, and they do not let go of every place.

They forgot the time, they forgot the place

They only have each other in their eyes.

When he got to the back, Leng Zhuo didn't know when he took off his clothes, and then he buried his head deep in Yan Songsong's chest in obsession.

Seeing that tempting little dot, Leng Zhuo's heart moved, and he immediately took that bit in his mouth. While gently licking it with his tongue, he gently kneaded it with his other hand.

The taste is so sweet, the skin is as sweet as silky milk, but it is even more fragrant than honey.

Leng Zhuo felt that his body was about to explode, and he rubbed lightly against her with the underneath, and a nameless feeling surged straight into his heart.

He trembled slightly, but refused to admit defeat.

The teeth bit down on that little bite, but they were reluctant to bite. Hold it in your lips and suck slowly.

......

Yan Songsong has never felt this way, sweet and painful, wanting to escape, but reluctant to escape. The hands tightened more and more, but the body became hotter and hotter.

Every touch is like a blend of fire and ice.

Leng Zhuo took off his trousers, revealing his strong and slender thighs, the scale in the middle was very spectacular, although he was covered by his trousers at the moment, it was also so big that Yan Songsong didn't dare to look at it.

Leng Zhuo knew that Yan Songsong was shy, but he deliberately teased her. Grasp her hand tightly and bring her hand down to her.

The mouth was not idle, gently holding Yan Songsong's small earlobe, and said in a charming voice: "Touch it, it's scary at all." Leng Zhuo's voice sounded like temptation and encouragement. It's more like talking about something that can't be more ordinary.

Yan Songsong didn't know what Leng Zhuo meant, his face was red and dripping water, but he couldn't stand his requests.

She trembled her little hands and slowly leaned over.

I didn't touch it for the first time, and I touched Leng Zhuo's leg all of a sudden. He couldn't help but curl his lips. Punishment bit her deepest part of her chest.

The back was held by her, and she only felt that it was as hot as a mountain of flames.

Yan Songsong was even more embarrassed, and his face turned red.

Leng Zhuo's comfortable eyes narrowed slightly, and he slowly moved while lightly touching Yan Songsong's cheeks.

Leng Zhuo felt that he was a little self-taught in these aspects, and he knew how to make Yan Songsong happy and touch her sensitive points.

Therefore, Yan Songsong is love, but he is a little afraid, and he wants to let go of his heart but has some scruples.

Yan Songsong has always been traditional and conservative before, when she was with Zhao in her previous life, she never took the initiative, and there was no prelude and all kinds of fancy actions, but Zhao was never tired of it.

Maybe that's why Zhao went to find other women in the end.

And being with Leng Zhuo made Yan Songsong feel different. She seemed extremely excited, and even had some longing in her heart. I hope Leng Zhuo can do something to himself

For these thoughts in his heart, Yan Songsong felt shy, but he felt a little inexplicable.

She felt that her body was about to explode, and she wanted to escape, but she was a little reluctant.

Yan Songsong lay there softly, letting Leng Zhuo grab it little by little.

Leng Zhuo felt that he was going to be lost, he wanted to ask for more, he had never been so excited and out of control, at this moment he only wanted her.

"Ode to the ...... Is that okay?"

Leng Zhuo was like a mighty general with weapons ready to attack the city, his face was flushed, and he was like a shy young man dating his beloved girl for the first time. He cared for her gently, bit by bit.

The scorching breath slowly swam on Yan Songsong's skin, bringing a burst of strange feelings. Leng Zhuo's strong big hand slowly probed down and touched that place.

He was about to pick up the trousers with his hand, but he didn't expect Yan Songsong to jump up from the bed directly as if he had been stepped on by his tail all of a sudden, pushing Leng Zhuo away, and then he didn't bother to wear his shoes. Then there was a thud and the bathroom door shut.

Leng Zhuo looked at the rooms in a daze for a few seconds, and when he heard the sound of "banging" water from inside, he suddenly collapsed on the bed.