Chapter 142: Demon School Grass, Don't Make Trouble (32)
In the dark of night.
Su Tian pricked up his ears, wanting to hear Feng Cheng's answer.
It's a pity that after listening to it for a while, I only heard a muffled snort from Feng Cheng.
Seems to be unwell.
She subconsciously relied on her feelings, fumbled wildly, and turned on the bedside lamp.
A dim light illuminated half of the room.
She looked at Feng Cheng who was pressing on her in astonishment, and asked cautiously, "Did you bump into it?" ”
The boy heard her voice, and only then did he reluctantly look up from her neck.
I don't know if it's an illusion, Su Tian always felt that a little resentment flashed in his eyes.
"It's fine." The gentle voice was mixed with hoarseness, and it seemed to be a little ambiguous.
When he landed, Su Tian realized something.
She pushed the seal with an unnatural expression, "Hey, you're pressing me......"
Feng Cheng frowned, but didn't say anything.
The soft and delicate voice was like a lead that lit the fuse.
Su Tian only felt that it was pitch black in front of him.
Feng Cheng turned off the bedside lamp!
As soon as this thought appeared, her body sank, and the thick hot breath sprayed on her face, and the bite on her lips was crispy and numb, as if there was still a little resentment.
Su Tian didn't know why, but she only knew that even without any lights, Feng Cheng still held her lips accurately?
Oh, maybe she's blind???
The air in the master bedroom is gradually becoming thin and stuffy.
The anxious and fierce kiss finally calmed down, and became a little gentle, chewing carefully, as if tasting something delicious.
A familiar aura surrounded her body, and the body temperature of the two gradually rose, as if something was developing in an uncontrollable direction.
Even in the dark night, Su Tian could feel Feng Cheng's kiss, even if it was gentle, it also carried a ferocity that could not be refused.
Cold fingertips slipped down the hem of her clothes into her waist.
The moment the skin touched, it was itchy and numb, and the not very sober head suddenly sobered up a little.
Feng Cheng seems to have sobered up a lot.
His movements stopped abruptly, and he bit her lip again with some reluctance before he stopped.
The rapid breathing could not be quiet in her ears, and he whispered, "You have a good rest first." ”
In the silent night, his voice was hoarse.
Su Tian's soft body suddenly lightened.
All she knew was that in a daze, she heard the sound of something colliding in the master bedroom, and the muffled grunt of Feng Cheng overflowing her throat.
“……”
What should I do if I suddenly feel like laughing?
She didn't have to look at it, she knew that Feng Cheng was desperate to run out, and then collided with something in the room.
That picture came to mind, well, she felt more and more that Feng Cheng was so stupid and cute!
Thinking about it, Su Tian silently turned over, buried her whole face in the pillow, and couldn't extricate herself shyly.
Xiaobai was silent, [......] it is air, it does not exist, it knows nothing.
Scold!
It couldn't help it, it wanted to roar, Sister Su, what is in your little head???
Messy scrap!
in the living room.
Feng Cheng sat on the sofa without saying a word.
The white and handsome face seems to be blue on the left side.
That's when he just accidentally hit the door frame and knocked it out.
Well, it's a shame.
This time it's really embarrassing to be thrown home.
He sighed deeply, then glanced in the direction of the master bedroom, didn't know what he thought, silently got up and went into the bathroom, intending to take a cold shower to calm down.