The voice was small, delicate, like a kitten's little meat pad stepping on his heart, and I wanted to hear her coquettish moans again. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Cheng Mingyu just didn't let go of Mu Weiwei's hand, but buckled it more tightly and didn't let her move.

Send it to your mouth and grind it carefully and gently with your teeth.

"Hehe......" Mu Weiwei couldn't bear to be disturbed, and let out a coquettish laugh because of the itchiness coming from her skin.

Cheng Mingyu found that no matter what, her voice sounded good in his ears, and there was only the difference between good and better.

Enough of the trouble, they returned to the state of serious homework. Little by little, time slipped away on the tip of their pen.

Couples are like that, even if they don't do anything, as long as they stay around, they will feel very satisfied. Cheng Mingyu glanced at Mu Weiwei's attentive side face, her chest wanted to be stuffed, and even the mathematical, physical and chemical problems in her pen became vivid.

Soon, the homework was done, Mu Weiwei put down the pen at will, stood up, stretched her waist, shook her right hand holding the pen, and walked around Cheng Mingyu's room.

His room is a little different from when he was a child. The sheets and curtains are not light-colored and fresh, but neat and slightly solemn navy blue. The log shelves against the wall are full of neat books, and my hobby has not changed since I was a child.

Her family Mingyu is really a beautiful young man who has a reading spirit.

Mu Weiwei spread herself out into a large shape and poured herself on Cheng Mingyu's big bed. The first feeling was not as soft as her bed, but the quilt was hula-la-la, buried his face in his quilt, and took a deep breath, um. Full of sunshine flavor.

Mother's love is reflected in these small details, Cheng's mother must often help him dry the quilt.

Well, in addition to the smell of sunshine, there is also a nice smell of shower gel. Mu Weiwei thought of the washed fragrant young man lying in the quilt, the soft quilt wrapped the young man's lean body, and her face was hot for a while.

The man is misleading, what has she been thinking lately?

Cheng Mingyu picked up the pen that Mu Weiwei casually threw on the table just now and closed the lid.

Inky eyes turned to someone rolling on his bed. The girl he liked was in his bed, and the signal was too ambiguous, reaching his nerve center and stimulating his prostate.

Cheng Mingyu's breathing gradually became unsteady, and the girl approached her unconsciously.

And Mu Weiwei didn't realize it.

"Is it fun?" Cheng Mingyu's voice sounded behind her, Mu Weiwei was startled, and then a little embarrassed, isn't it bad for her to go to someone's bed without the permission of her master.

Cheng Mingyu stood beside the bed and looked condescendingly at Mu Weiwei lying on his bed. Indoors, the girl has taken off her thick coat, and the tight sweater outlines the girl's beautiful figure, and at this time, the girl's graceful figure is embedded in the quilt full of his breath, close to each other, as if he and her are intimate.

Cheng Mingyu's ears were a little hot.

"Ah, I'll get up right away. She said this, but Mu Weiwei's cheeks were still against the soft quilt.

Cheng Mingyu felt that the temperature of the air conditioner was a little high, how could he feel a trace of heat.

Although she said this, Mu Weiwei still struggled, she just didn't want to leave.

The smell of Ming Yu on it made her feel at ease. I don't want to open it.

Cheng Mingyu didn't destroy her. Just stood on the sidelines, watching her struggle.