The more he kissed, the deeper he kissed, domineering and strong.

Tang Wanning felt that she was about to lose her breath, and her thoughts were even more drowsy.

Just when the two were confused, the man regained his senses, let go of her lips, pushed her away, and ordered in a cold voice: "Your request has been met, go down!" ”

"I don't want to go down-" Tang Wanning wrapped around him and clinged to him: "You are mine!" ”

What a crazy woman!

One by one, the man broke off the fingers she wrapped around his neck, tore off her arms, and broke her away, but she immediately wrapped around again, and he pulled away unceremoniously again, this time she simply locked her hands and feet on his body, her legs wrapped around his waist like snakes, her arms tightly around his neck, and the softness of her chest squeezed on his body.

"What the hell do you want?" He's out of the cracks with this crazy woman tonight.

"Hold me tight, keep kissing me—" She closed her eyes, her head tilted her red lips, and strands of hair fell from her face, revealing a whole beautiful little face, which was very endearing.

But any man, in the face of such an active offensive, will not be able to hold on.

Staring at the lovely little goblin in front of him, his dark green pupils darkened, he took her hand, raised it above his head, his body pressed down strongly, and his breath was dangerous and confused: "Are you sure you want me to do this?" ”

Tang Wanning nodded shyly: "Well, sure!" ”

"Don't regret it," he curled the corners of his mouth in a wicked arc, and lowered his head to take her small mouth.

The big palm wanders, the lower the temperature, the higher the temperature, and the clothes fall off one by one.

Tang Wanning felt that her body was weird, as if something was wrong, until a burst of intense pain came, and she screamed in pain: "Well——, it hurts, it hurts-"

"Relax—" The man's deep magnetic voice, like a slowly played cello, was rich and beautiful.

Tang Wanning listened to his words, slowly relaxed, a strange and strange feeling struck, she hugged him tightly, and muttered in her mouth: "Tang Beichen——"

The man paused suddenly, his bottomless eyes chilling in the darkness, and soon, he grabbed her waist and continued to strike, and each time it became more ferocious.

******

On a cold winter morning, the windows are covered with a layer of white mist.

The room was quiet, and men and women with synchronized breathing fell asleep together.

The sun rose, the sun shone in, and the sound of birds made Tang Wanning gradually wake up.

She opened her eyes, and her gaze was on a perfect side face, with a mountain-like high nose, thin pink lips, a resolute chin, deep eye sockets, and fair and smooth skin, almost like a carved work of art, and the lines of each knife were delicate and immaculate.

Blinked, closed, opened, and the image in front of him did not disappear.

Those who do not believe in evil are closed again, and they are opened again, but they still do not disappear.

So—

Eyes swelled, breathing was still, and the brain went blank.

"Ahh

The first scream of the morning shattered.

Tang Wanning crawled off the bed and escaped from the room wrapped in a sheet.

Who is that man? How could it be in her room? Why did she sleep with that man?

A completely fragmented brain after a hangover can't recall last night's madness.

The door to the opposite room opened.

Tang Beichen, who was wearing pajamas, and Ou Yunsheng, who was sleepy, came out of the room.

Seeing Tang Wanning, who was standing in the corridor with a cloak and bare shoulders and wrapped in a sheet, they were all stunned.