Feng Yutian bit her lip, tasted and bit her repeatedly, her fingers ran through her soft long hair, and in just one day, he missed her very much.

I miss her soft red lips and her long, fragrant hair. The blood of the longing is boiling, and the whole body of the longing is hot.

Sticking to her delicate curves, feeling her real temperature, her body is hot, her red lips are hot, she is here, just beside him for him to pick and take, what else does he hesitate.

He pulled her into the car and sped to the hotel.

Pushing open the door, he pushed her against it.

His kiss had a suffocating magic, which made the drunk An Yirou even more dizzy.

But she doesn't hate his touch, and she doesn't hate his breath, although she only uses him as a bargaining chip for revenge, but for the first man in her life, she still can't ignore it.

She put her hand on his chest to keep him away from him for a while, and then she breathed a sigh of relief and asked, "Who are you?" ”

He leaned close to her and whispered in his earlobe: "Don't ask me who I am, just tell me, do you want or don't?" ”

The low, moist voice was full of temptation, like the serpent in the Garden of Eden.

An Yirou paused for a moment, her blurry eyes flickering, want? Or don't. She was already drunk and confused, and her brain had lost her ability to judge.

The smile on the corner of Feng Yutian's mouth was heavier, and he pressed her to the soft sofa: "Then let your body tell me." ”…… (500 words omitted here...... ）

When I woke up, the sky was already bright, and the clear sunlight was shining through the gaps in the curtains, and mischievously jumped on An Yirou's long eyelashes.

An Yirou had a splitting headache, her whole body seemed to be dismantled, she was sore and weak, and she opened her eyes to find a golden room.

Curiously propped up, the silk blanket slipped off, and she hurriedly grabbed it, but she didn't have an inch of herself under the blanket.

Memories flooded back, and she remembered what a ridiculous thing she had done, and she was still with the person she least met.

"You're awake."

A gorgeous voice sounded not far from her, startling An Yirou.

Feng Yutian leaned against the small bar, holding a wine glass, even if he was wearing pajamas, he was still elegant and noble, and when he saw her wake up, he raised the corners of his lips and bloomed a gorgeous smile.

This woman is really beautiful, her long burgundy hair is slightly curly in front of her, soft and moist, and a pair of misty eyes are as seductive as a goblin, especially the red and glamorous lips, tender and watery, even if she has tasted it thousands of times last night, I still want to take a bite.

He walked over slowly.

Watch this exquisite man approach.

An Yirou was inexplicably nervous, subconsciously grabbed the blanket and shrunk back, although she had already been intimate, she still couldn't calm down when she was Chiguo.

Feng Yutian looked at her and smiled: "Happy newlywed." ”

An Yirou's face was full of embarrassment, this joke was not funny at all, she said: "You go out, I want to get dressed." ”

Feng Yutian deceived himself.

An Yirou gasped, and her heart instantly rose to her throat.

Feng Yutian narrowed his eyes and smiled, "We haven't drunk a glass of wine yet, my bride." ”

An Yirou was extremely ashamed, with a cold face, and pushed him: "Don't." ”

"But that's not what you said last night."

An Yirou was embarrassed and said: "How can you take it seriously if you lose your words after drinking." ”

Feng Yutian smiled: "Then drunk and messy, do you want to be responsible?" ”