Jing Weiwei never knew that a man who has always been indifferent would be so terrible when he was enthusiastic. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

"Well, Mingchen, I ・・・・・・" I almost couldn't breathe.

He Mingchen let her go, and as soon as the lips and teeth of the two intersected separated, a silver thread was pulled. He Mingchen's eyes darkened a little. If Jing Weiwei saw this, her face would be even redder.

Seeing this opportunity, Jing Weiwei pulled down He Mingchen's big palm covering her eyes. Jing Weiwei regained her sight and was in a trance.

Seeing Jing Weiwei looking at him shyly and timidly, He Mingchen blushed a little and his heart jumped. Closed his eyes and rolled over from Jing Weiwei's body.

"I'm going to take a shower." Leave a word and rush to the bathroom.

The faucet of the sink was wide open, and the rushing water flowed down, and He Mingchen poured cold water on his face with cold water, so he didn't care that his shirt was wet. Calm down, calm down. Raise your eyes and look at the man in the mirror who has lost his usual calm and self-contained appearance. Suppress the urge to go somewhere. Tell yourself that now is not the time.

"Mingchen." At this time, a woman's soft voice sounded outside the bathroom door, and the flood in He Mingchen's body could no longer be suppressed. Turn off the faucet and open the door.

Before Jing Weiwei could speak, she was pulled in by He Mingchen and behind the door, panicked by He Mingchen's fierce momentum, and the pajamas that Jing Weiwei was holding fell at their feet.

Jing Weiwei raised her head, her eyes were clear as far as the eye could see, and she said innocently:

"Mingchen, I sent you clothes, you came in too fast just now, you must have forgotten to take them."

He Mingchen glanced at the pajamas that fell on the ground, and felt that the impulse of the moment suddenly subsided. I really owe her.

He leaned close to Jing Weiwei's ear and whispered, "There is one more thing you forgot to take, in the second drawer of the wardrobe, help me get it, um・・・・・・"

When Jing Weiwei was still immersed in He Mingchen's last slightly raised tail note, it was low to hoarse. Like strong wine, before you drink it, you are already drunk.

He Mingchen exerted force, and Jing Weiwei was isolated from the door.

The second drawer of the wardrobe, Jing Weiwei opened it, and her eyes were spicy.

A drawer full of dark men's panties.

Jing Weiwei's tender white little finger twisted a black one, and her face was red.

And He Mingchen in the bathroom smiled heartily, commonly known as sullen. Why don't you usually see him laughing?

Such a small episode is over.

Jing Weiwei's slender jade fingers poked at a box of Durex, unhappy. Obviously, someone bought this with ulterior motives. But after taking a bath, he said that he still had work to deal with and went to the study, saying that he also slept in the study tonight. A certain woman who was left lonely in the spring boudoir couldn't fall asleep on the huge bed.

Jing Weiwei thought, it's not that she has no feminine charm. No, no, no.

Jing Weiwei hugged the pillow and wandered at the door of the study. Finally, the doorknob was unscrewed.

He Mingchen, who heard the sound, looked towards the door.

Jing Weiwei wrung her fingers, blushed slightly, and spoke:

"The room is too big, I'm scared, I can't sleep," He Mingchen didn't speak.

"I want to sleep with you." After speaking, he didn't care about He Mingchen's reaction. Walked straight to the only small bed in the study, and put down the pillow in his arms and leaned against the only pillow on this bed. Unfold the neatly folded quilt, pick up a corner and get in, lie flat, and close your eyes.

When he felt that He Mingchen's gaze was not on him, he opened his eyes and turned out.

The more you look at the beauty under the lamp, the more beautiful you become, and this truth is also true for men.