Fell down on the super big bed, and took off his clothes and threw them aside. Wrapped in the quilt, I fell asleep all of a sudden. Maybe she won't know that this will be a turning point in her life! Maybe it's a paradise of bliss; Infernal hell, perhaps; It's more likely that there was only one dream.

And Mo Qian, who was taking a bath in the bathroom at this time, would never have imagined that there was a stunner waiting for him on the bed at this time, and he came out after taking a bath.

When I first came out, I felt the smell of wine in the air. Strangely, he didn't drink. He didn't ask anyone to bring him wine, but when he saw the woman sleeping naked on the bed with a quilt in her arms.

Understood, she had brought the smell of wine. Is this a gift for today? Was it arranged by the partner? He tugged at the corners of his mouth slightly, walked to the edge of the bed and sat down. Here, the person in the bed has just turned over.

Like a holy goddess, shimmering like a firefly. A waist-length black hair spread haphazardly, cutting across her breasts and her lower abdomen. The jet-black head contrasts strongly with the pure white skin. Lust was easily teased by a sleeping man, his hand gently caressing her little face, pulling strands of hair behind her ears.

Her face was so small that it was no bigger than his palm. With a small mouth, a delicate mouth, and a tall nose, her eyes must be attractive when she opens them!

"Song Qing, don't leave me." In her sleep, she still can't let go, five years of relationship, from college to now. How can it be said that you can let go if you put it down, she is not so ruthless, even if she talks about it, she really can't let go of many things.

"Song Qing?" Who's this? Could it be that this woman was still thinking about other men when she was in his arms? Song Moqian was obviously a little angry, and a little strong feeling of jealousy came up from his heart. There were still tears on her little face, and there seemed to be a hint of red in her eyes, and she was crying now.

Shouting Song Qing's name, he was crying. There are also tear stains on the elongated collarbone. Whether her tears were shed for the man or was she reluctant to come here. So I borrowed wine to drown my sorrows, and tears came reluctantly. Or both?

His hand moved downward, like an electric shock. Across her face, over her nose, teasing her lips, and seductive collarbones. The warmth in the chest, the perfect curves and everything about her.

Whether she wants to or not, he's going to condemn her!

An Xiaoxiao, who was drunk, didn't know anything about what was happening outside, and faced Mo Qian's hand wandering on her body. She felt a tingling sensation, and her body writhed weakly. It seemed to be protesting, but the feeling made her addicted. Her breathing became more and more rapid, and her body seemed out of her control.

She felt a burst of heat all over her body, as if something was pressing on her. She tried to push away, but she didn't have the strength at all.

And Song Moqian felt her resistance, and he didn't like it very much. So he kissed her hard and kissed her everything. Crazy to occupy everything in her, without any tenderness, until the trace of redness, and the voice of the woman crying out in pain, and the tears in the corners of her eyes. all prove that he shouldn't dominate her so strongly.

"It hurts, Song Qing. Let me go. In her sleep, she seemed to see Song Qing hugging her hard and kissing him hard. She stretched out her hand and wanted to push him away, but Song Qing held her arms harder. Take off her clothes and the clothes on her body.