Feng Qian's eyes widened in astonishment, and his mouth was almost open enough to stuff an egg.

What's going on?

Why can this man be so justified?

Don't say anything about eating her tofu while she's asleep, what does it mean to speak in such a cheeky "I'm just eating your tofu, what can you do with me" tone after she wakes up?!

Whoa, beast!

Feng Qian shrank into the inside of the bed, wanting to pull out the claws on her body directly, but before she could finish these actions, she was stopped by the man's dumb voice: "Don't move!" ”

Don't move?

Damn, who's the one who's messing around right now?!

"Ah......h

The bewitching delicate body made the man's breathing thicker and rougher, twisted his eyebrows, and bit her neck. When she gasped with a "hiss", he let her go graciously, and gently swept the tip of his tongue over the place where Shi Cai had bitten.

"Uh...... Junmo ......"

Ambiguous silver threads connected between the lips and tongues of the two, and the man crossed her little face without giving a beak, and gently blocked her lips.

The two pressed against each other, their hot bodies were far warmer than the futon, and before the last string in his mind broke, Feng Qian suddenly reached out against his chest, panting and shouting: "Don't ......"

The flood has opened the floodgates, where can such a "don't" be resisted by such a refusal and welcome?

Jun Moying's hot palms covered her lower abdomen, and the palms and fingertips carried a thin callus that people who practice martial arts are used to, sliding over the woman's soft and delicate body, making her involuntarily straighten her waist.

The big palm slowly slid down, wanting more......

Jun Moying's face darkened.

Feng Qian panted and looked up at him weakly, with a little emotion in his eyes, and a little bit of pity: "I just said that I didn't want it......"

Jun Moying's face darkened by three points.

At that time, in that tone, who knows what she doesn't want?!

Feng was lying on the bed and looking at him, she really wanted to laugh in her heart, but she had to hold back, if she really this man, she really couldn't eat and walked away!

But the more she endured it, the more distorted the expression on her face became, and she pursed her lips, turning her face reddened again.

"Hey......" Feng Qian blinked his eyes and continued to pretend to be pitiful, "Women, there are so many days every month, how can you blame me, isn't it?" ”

Jun Moying hooked the corners of her mouth coldly, "How many days are there every month?" ”

"Yes, yes!"

Feng Qian nodded like a chicken pecking rice, with a pure expression, "You didn't ask me beforehand, you really can't blame me, right?" ”

"Yes, that's right. How can this be blamed on shallowness? Jun Moying narrowed his eyes, word by word, and his tone seemed to be extraordinarily friendly and gentle, but Feng Qian just heard a bit of gnashing of teeth from it.

"But it's just a few days a month, and every other day, I'm happy to accompany me to do something good for my body and mind, right?" He squinted his lips wickedly, and an almost demonic streamer flashed in his slightly narrowed phoenix eyes.

Feng Qian couldn't cry or laugh, when did she say that?

But in the eyes of the man who carried anger, lust, and evil fire, especially the series of fire, there was a bit of helplessness and a bit of spoiling, and her head couldn't shake at all