Qi Buyang suddenly felt a little difficult to breathe, this breathlessness came so suddenly, and his throat did not block anything.

Wang Weiwei put down her bent legs, the hem of the real white silk skirt swayed slightly, and the pair of slender jade legs like snow, at the moment of merging, the gap between the legs passed by, it was fine, close to the skin, and the black lace like a net was charming.

In today's modern era, women's underwear can be displayed in the window without obstruction, just a commodity.

But this black lace clings to the rhizosphere of Vera Wang's thighs, it is not only showing its seduction, it also hides the source of female beauty, and it also has two loyal guards, a pair of slender legs, protecting it and letting it hide in it.

When it stunts off its two guards like a playful princess and surprises in front of you, you will fall for it and chase after it desperately.

Under Qi Buyang's gaze, Wang Weiwei didn't know why she smiled, but this smile was different from her usual noble and elegant, it seemed a little jerky, or shy. Maybe she knew in her mind what role this man would play, a man, a man who conquered a woman's body and soul, that kind of skin-to-skin contact, that kind of intense and lingering action.

She is a horse, and Qi Buyang is the owner of the horse, and the weapon of his body is like a whip, which will swing her body, make her bow her proud head, make her pain, make her submit, let her gallop, burst out her enthusiasm and strength warmly, and finally she will be happy and convinced, and send her body off.

The heart was beating fast, the joy was extraordinary, the anticipation and nervousness were incomparable.

Like a bride, like a bride who has stolen love before marriage, and eats the marrow.

Qi Buyang's heart was pounding like a drum, but he approached Wang Weiwei very calmly, but his gaze exuded something called male aggression.

When Qi Buyang arrived at the bedside, Wang Weiwei curled up and retreated, and her face was a little red.

The meeting of eyes is enough to produce a wonderful chemical reaction in physiology.

Qi Buyang slowly approached, his face and Wang Weiwei's face were close for a long time, and he could feel each other's breathing closely.

"Be gentle." Before it started, Wang Weiwei was like begging first.

Qi Buyang didn't respond, any words were superfluous at the moment, his body and mind were pulled by something, and he was born with the idea of what to do.

Qi Buyang's palm fell on Wang Weiwei's calf, and Wang Weiwei's calf skin immediately felt a very clear friction, and the skin cells that were touched had a very active reaction, a little itchy and very comfortable.

Qi Buyang's hands have not done any rough work, not rough, but because the skin of Wang Weiwei's calves is too smooth and traceless.

I don't know if it's itchy or sensitive skin, my legs are slightly together, curled up, and the person also pushes to the head of the bed, and leans his back on the headboard.

As if to explain the move just now, Wang Weiwei smiled at Qi Buyang again, the usual noble and elegant smile, but the amorous eyes were much more moving.

Qi Buyang looked at her, savoring Wang Weiwei's expression at the moment, he remembered Wang Weiwei's usual noble and elegant image in his mind, and he thought of Wang Weiwei's mysterious and elusive identity as a psychiatrist, Qi Buyang suddenly had a strong desire to see her other side, just like when you see a noble and cold woman, her back is unknown. When you swing on the nasty side, that moment brings you a strong physical and mental shock.

Qi Buyang had a trace of malice in his heart, and this malice began to heat up, and hit his heart more and more violently, and suddenly pressed his hands on Wang Weiwei's knees.

Wang Weiwei's expression was a little surprised, she had a premonition from Qi Buyang's movements, and sure enough, Qi Buyang broke her legs with brute force and put her hand into her real white silk skirt.

Wang Weiwei felt something being pulled out of her body, that feeling was like tearing a piece of skin off her skin, the thin pants like a woman's black veil came to Qi Buyang's hand, the wonderful spatial displacement, wearing it on her body and holding it in Qi Buyang's hands are completely two meanings.

Qi Buyang looked at her, the woman's black veil put down the tip of her nose, Wang Weiwei didn't know if he smelled it, but this action made people feel that he was smelling, her cheeks immediately flushed, revealing an expression called embarrassment, she never thought that a man would smell the smell of his body, she was suddenly curious about what kind of smell it was, and what kind of feeling Qi Buyang felt.

Qi Buyang just wanted to see her unknown expression, just wanted to see this huge contrast, and the corners of his mouth naturally outlined a smile.

Qi Buyang's smile made Wang Weiwei immediately fight back, and said angrily: "Indecent." ”

Qi Buyang pinched the veil out of the palm of his hand and threw it away like waste paper, as if the delicious taste of the fruit had been absorbed by him and turned into pomace.

Wang Weiwei smiled and said, "It's very expensive." ”

"No matter how expensive it is, it's just a pair of underwear." Qi Buyang said across. Sitting on Wang Weiwei's lap, Wang Weiwei's legs were forced to be flattened, and she said angrily: "Do you think it's appropriate to sit on a lady's lap like this?" ”

Qi Buyang asked rhetorically, "Are you willing?" ”

"Even if I wanted to, shouldn't you have asked for my opinion first?"

Qi Buyang smiled: "I'm going to strip you naked now, do I need to ask for your opinion first?" ”

Wang Weiwei smiled: "I find that you have become able to speak now. ”

Qi Buyang said: "Someone told me that flirting is to keep talking nonsense. ”

Wang Weiwei asked, "Who said that?" ”

"A playboy said it." Qi Buyang said and sat down a little more, sitting on her lap, Wang Weiwei, who was close, could only see his chest with her eyes up, and Qi Buyang lowered her head and stared at her condescendingly.

Qi Buyang bent his waist for a minute, lowered his head for a minute, the tips of the noses of the two touched together, but there was still some distance between each other's lips, Wang Weiwei's breathing was frequently accelerated, and her chest also had obvious ups and downs, and a stream of heat spit out from her sandalwood lips and sprinkled on Qi Buyang's face, with a faint moisture flowing in her bright and moving eyes, and then slowly closed her eyes, waiting for Qi Buyang to kiss her.

She is so dignified and beautiful, her fine eyelashes outline the slightest tenderness of women, she is like the water of a stream that is clear and transparent, white and flawless, Qi Buyang really can't find any filth on this face, just like a goddess, making people's ugly hearts dare not be dirty.

"You're so beautiful!" Let out a praise of Qi Buyang's heart.

Wang Weiwei's body trembled, and she couldn't help but be shocked, and an intoxicating voice came from two passionate lips like flames: "Kiss me." ”

Qi Buyang kissed her delicate lips and greedily sucked the sweetness. The taste of the juice, two mouths, four lips, gluing, bumping, constantly changing positions and postures trying to melt into one, after all, it is two mouths, not one, no matter how much effort is in vain, but it is not tireless.

It's not a request, but when sharing a kiss, the lips and teeth whisper and taste it, and the dense bite is crispy and soft.

Just a kiss on her lips, Wang Weiwei's hair was messy, her anger was like a light feather, and her eyes were blurred, "I love you." ”

These three words strongly stimulated Qi Buyang's veins and nerves, and she lowered her head and kissed Wang Weiwei's collarbone in response.

Wang Weiwei trembled slightly, the hairs on her body stood up quietly, her body fell to one side softly, and her black hair hung down on the mattress like a waterfall.

Qi Buyang was lost under the snow-white and smooth skin of this body, lost in her beautiful body movements, and lost in every curve in her true white silk skirt......

I don't know anything, I just know that it is all and that it is.

"Hold me tight, hold me tight...... " Vera Wang tore her throat and pleaded, her snow-white legs and round ass still pressed against Qi Buyang.

Qi Buyang's arms strongly wrapped around her waist that seemed to be crumbling in the wind, Wang Weiwei's face swung towards him, seeing Qi Buyang's sweat-soaked hair, seeing his muscles tense and a somewhat fierce face, looking at him under his thick eyebrows......

The four eyes met, affectionately condensed, Wang Weiwei only felt that Qi Buyang's gaze was like a laser, shooting directly into the deepest part of her spiritual mansion, and the sweet voice like an apple sang the last tune from her singing voice.

Wang Weiwei's body was like a light feather, fluttering into the fairyland, only a slight tremor remained, and her body and soul were sublimated to the most beautiful and supreme realm.

After the storm, it was as calm as an uninhabited harbor, with a slight breath like a breeze.

Wang Weiwei's heart is light and ethereal, as if she has just experienced a rebirth, her body is pure, she lies motionless on Qi Buyang's body, his chest is sticky, but it is as warm as the sun.

The tears are hazy, I don't know when the tear ducts are stimulated, is it the plea that was intense just now? She forgot everything, only knew that the corners of her eyes were moist at the moment.

Qi Buyang suddenly felt a drop of coldness fall on his chest, looked up, there was a teardrop hanging from the corner of her eye, this teardrop looked crystal bright against the background of her dark eyes, like a small diamond set on her white and tender skin, the flowing roots of green silk swayed in front of his eyes, a beautiful and dignified image came to him, and threw himself into his arms, the warm and soft body was so real and clear.

Qi Buyang's heart trembled, and he looked at the face in his arms, a moving and poignant face.

But it was not the face he wanted to see, and suddenly Qi Buyang pushed the tender Wang Weiwei away from his body.

Moment! The astonishment fell on Wang Weiwei's face, she wanted to see a trace of color in Qi Buyang's eyes, but Qi Buyang's eyes were so calm that people felt indifferent.

"I'm going to take a shower." Qi Buyang said and turned to leave,

This is true, but it seems so cold.

Looking at the back of the person who walked out of the bedroom, Wang Weiwei felt that she was just a tool to be vented, nothing, a sad smile on the corner of her mouth, and calmly put on a pair.

In the bathroom, the icy water washed over every inch of Qi Buyang's skin, but it couldn't wash away the depression and dullness in his heart, just now he seemed to see Fangfang crying and struggling before he died, dying in despair, how Qi Buyang hated himself after that moment of joy.

Walking out of the bathroom, Qi Buyang thought that what he did just now might hurt Wang Weiwei, and walked to the bedroom, but the door was closed, and the handle was twisted, and the door was locked.

She was angry, Qi Buyang was sure.

"Vivi, I'm sorry, I ......"