Chapter 63: Etiquette, Righteousness, and Shame
"Don't!!" Ye Yanran exclaimed, and the whole person was about to get up from the bed. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. biquge。 info
The man's body suddenly pressed up, and Huang Fuchen's feet tightly pressed the woman's legs, and he stretched out his palm to unbutton the woman's shirt neatly.
"Don't!!" Ye Yanran kept shaking her head, and her two hands kept beating the man's chest, but she couldn't shake the man's strong strength at all.
The buttons of the woman's shirt were unbuttoned from top to bottom, revealing the shroud tattooed with red Xiumei, Huang Fuchen's eyes were red, and his whole head fell down at once.
"Huang Fuchen!! You brute! Brute!! Ye Yanran felt a burst of wet kisses in her heart, as if she wanted to devour her heart.
Tears overflowed the corners of the woman's eyes, welled up on both sides, slid down the glossy face, and the man's head fell down on the woman's heart and licked up and down.
A moment later, the cloth stabbed with the red plum fell on the ground, and the sandalwood bed creaked with a shaking sound.
Ye Yanran kicked her feet hard, but she was pressed by the man's feet, tears poured out violently, and she cried hoarsely, "Huang Fuchen, you can't do this!" You brute! Dressed beasts!! ”
Time passed minute by minute, the man's ink-colored robe floated under the bed, Ye Yanran didn't care about the frank touch of the skin on her upper body, and her hands tightly clutched the women's trousers.
"Huang Fuchen!! You brute! Don't come here! I don't care about you!! I'm going to bite my tongue and kill myself! Ye Yanran choked up and cried.
Huang Fuchen hooked his lips disdainfully, his shirtless upper body pressed against the woman's slippery skin, and his voice was flirtatious, "You're dead!" Ben Shuai still wants you! Serve it hot! ”
"Let go!! Don't resist in vain! The man's palms stiffened, and he pulled away the woman's hands that were clutching her pants.
"Nope! No! Ye Yanran's eyes were red, biting the tears and saliva of her lip, and her phoenix eyes were already red from crying.
Ye Yanran stared at Huang Fuchen with phoenix eyes, the man's head was covered on his heart, and every inch of clean and flawless skin seemed to be defiled.
"Huang Fuchen, you go to die!" Ye Yanran opened her mouth fiercely, and her whole head hit the man's nose bone heavily, Huang Fuchen avoided his head in pain, stretched out his palm, and gently touched the nostrils that had been bleeding out of his fingers.
"Brute!" Ye Yanran tightly covered her red upper body with both hands, tears fell from her eyes, and she said angrily, "Huang Fuchen, are you still your younger brother when Huang Fuzhuo is it!" You treat me like this, your courtesy, righteousness and shame? You're a beast!! ”
Huang Fuchen's eyes were gloomy staring at the blood stained on his fingers, his bare chest was glowing with copper-colored luster, the light in the day outlined his tight and stiff chest, the bulging muscles bulged out one by one, and there was a knife mark on his back, which was shocking.
"Since you have buttoned such a hat for Ben Shuai, the beast has to be more thorough!!" Huang Fuchen's whole body jumped up, grabbed the woman's ankle with one palm, and dragged her out of it.
Huangfu Chen neatly stretched the woman's legs.
"Don't!! No!! Ye Yanran's whole head was trying to hit the man.