In two days, how much can you know about a person, but you just think about it from the bottom of your waist.

This kind of passion, which comes and goes quickly, is just an instant stimulation enjoyed by urban men and women, men may not care, the structure of the body is destined to be an offensive pattern.

Women, it's better to be cautious.

Put. Vertically, it is only oneself that can be hurt.

Because of the taste of shrimp at night, Yan Jingxi felt a little thirsty, she got up from the bed, opened the door, and went out.

Her door opened to see the couch.

Lu Muqing's strong body was bent on the sofa, he didn't take off his suit, his head rested on the pillow, his hands were wrapped, and his eyes were closed.

The sleeping appearance is very good, even if you lie down, you can feel the perfect contour of the body, with a cold tone of nobility but with the elegance of a prince.

The air conditioner in the living room was a little loud, and she could feel the cold on her arms when she came out.

Most of the blankets covering him fell to the ground, leaving only a little on the waist side, which tended to fall off at any time.

He slept on the small couch because of her.

Yan Jingxi didn't want him to catch a cold, so he owed him.

She walked over to the air conditioner, turned 23 degrees to 28 degrees, walked over to him, picked up the blanket on the floor, re-covered him, and put it over her waist.

"Well, it's so fast, I'm dying." Yan Rui's screams came from Lu Youran's room.

Yan Jingxi furrowed her brows slightly, and the living room was more clear than she could hear there.

Fortunately, Lu Muqing was asleep, otherwise he would have heard that Yan Rui would be embarrassed, or she would be embarrassed.

When Yan Jingxi just wanted to leave, suddenly, his wrist was grabbed.

Yan Jingxi was startled and looked at Lu Muqing, he opened Qingrui's eyes and locked her straight.

Through the dim light of the living room, she could see his obsidian-like eyes, like the essence of light dormant in the darkness.

Lu Youran's room Yan Rui's screaming and soft voice sounded

Following the rhythm of her shouting, Yan Jingxi's heartbeat accelerated and became nervous.

"You let me go." She said in a low voice.

Lu Muqing's gaze slowly moved from her face to her chest, and her eyes were clouded with a layer of crystal color.

Yan Jingxi then remembered that she was wearing a wipe. Chest short. skirt, because he came out to drink water, did not put on that plush coat, so his beautiful figure was displayed in front of him.

In particular, the sulcus of the chest. The gully became more and more prominent because of its leaning body, and the snow-white round like congealed cream seemed to jump out of the clothes.

She hurriedly covered her chest with her other hand.

But as she lifted it, the tail of her skirt was pulled up, revealing her slender legs and the edges of her black pants.

Lu Muqing's eyes flashed with a strange light, his brows were furrowed, his Adam's apple rolled, and a hoarse voice sounded, "You did it on purpose?" ”

"I'm not." Yan Jingxi hurriedly stepped back.

Lu Muqing held her palm hard, but she pounced on Lu Muqing because of the violent inertia, and met her soft red lips so that she couldn't die.

The hemp, like an electric current, flashes away from the place where it collides.

Yan Jingxi's apricot eyes widened, and he opened his mouth in disbelief, and he smoothly entered her mouth.

Yan Jingxi touched his wet red snake, and was in a trance for a moment, and when he reacted, his big palm had passed through her hair, pressing the back of her head, so that she could not retreat from his kiss.

And his other palm went under the hem of her skirt.

Sensations like never before were running around in her body.

She is more like a child who is overwhelmed, the oxygen is sucked out, muddy, and inexplicably dry. The heat made her body limp.

Yan Jingxi left the last bit of sanity and pushed away his hand.