The man lowered his head, his lips pressed to her pink lips, moved, kissed her lips, and his knotted hands touched her hair, soft strands, sliding gently on his fingertips.

"Hmm. Gu Chuyan turned her face sideways and put her little hand around his waist.

Xiao Mohan's big palm fell, picking off her cloak, and his fingertips fell on her shoulder, gently stirring.

Her cloak, blowing in the cold wind, was beautiful. Gu Chuyan's little face immediately turned red, her beautiful apricot eyes stared at the man's thin lips, her fingertips were raised, and she touched it gently....

"Mo Han... Brother Han. She twisted her body, and with a pull from the man's force, she fell into his arms.

Gu Chuyan leaned on his arms, her voice delicate, echoing in Xiao Mohan's ears, as if there was a fire in her body, burning her blood.

A warm feeling flooded her body. Gu Chuyan reached out and gently hugged his head, Xiao Mohan's lips moved up, sealing her small mouth.

"Ahh Gu Chuyan said softly, and leaned back subconsciously.

Gu Chuyan's long hair was messy, draped over her body, sliding off her shoulders, and her little hands trembled and landed on the man's shirt.

The man's body temperature kept hitting through her clothes, igniting her cold fingertips.

The man clasped her little hand and slowly moved down, taking advantage of her blushing little face, he turned over and pressed her under him, looking down at her pretty little face.

"Ahh Brother Han. She whispered his name, and the man's tall body pressed under her, wrapping her petite body tightly and not letting any cold wind blow through her.

It's obviously a cold winter, so cold that people don't dare to go out in the middle of the night, but she makes love with him in the cold wind, but she doesn't know the cold, as if a warmth is permeating her.

Her fingertips gripped the cloak beneath her body, her head tilted back, and she felt the blood in her body ignited by passion, constantly surging through her body.

Gu Chuyan's body seemed to be full of strength, and in Xiao Mohan's gentleness, she rushed to the clouds again and again, entangled with him.

"Mo Han, hurry up, if someone sees it, it's not good." Gu Chuyan said softly, reaching out to pull him, wanting to get up.

Xiao Mohan raised his eyes, skimmed a white shadow, rushed out, bit his and her clothes, slowly moved back, and disappeared into the night.

"Do you still want to?" Xiao Mohan smiled deeply, turned over and took her into his arms, curled the cloak slightly, and wrapped her tightly with his body.

The cloak was warm and coaxing, warmer than the coat, Gu Chuyan was stunned for a moment.

"What is this?" she whispered, with her head resting in his arms, and reached out to touch it, the fabric was very good, like silk.

"Heavenly silk. He whispered, kissing her ear, his lips falling on her little face, and whispering, "Warm in winter and cool in summer." ”

"God... Silk?" She listened, a little confused, how expensive is this thing?

Xiao Mohan's fingertips fell on her ears, gently hooked her hair back, and whispered, "Do you like it?"

Gu Chuyan pursed her lips and smiled, hugged his neck with her little hands, stared at him and said, "What else do you have that I don't know?" ”

"Huh. Xiao Mohan listened, turned around and lay flat on the ground, put his hands behind his head, and said casually: "I want to know, find it on me yourself." ”

"Everywhere you feel, it's what you like. Xiao Mohan added in a faint voice.

Hearing his words, her little face instantly turned red, and she lowered her head and lay in his arms: "If you don't look for it, I don't want it." ”

When Xiao Mohan heard this, he frowned, and his silent black eyes were teasing: "Don't? It seems that my family has been saying at the beginning of the year, I want to..."

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