(Cat flutter Chinese) "Poetry ......"

sound, like a crisp to the bone.

Mu Yazhe attached to her ear, his eyes were slightly open, his thin lips were grinding against her ear, murmuring, he caressed her hair and temples lovingly, especially liked her expression at this time, lazy and drunk, extremely enchanting.

He never thought he would be so infatuated with a woman.

Obsessed, immersed in it, difficult to control yourself.

He has always been proud of his strong self-control, not obsessed with things that should not be obsessed with, and can afford to take them and put them down lightly.

Now, however, he has a bond that worries about his heart.

Some frustration at the same time, but paradoxically satisfied.

Sometimes, men are also a contradiction, both longing for freedom and greedy for warmth.

Yun Shishi snuggled in his arms.

Warm room, charming wandering.

She hugged him and soon fell asleep.

I was so tired, exhausted, and after a good drench, exhaustion came over me in the dark.

Mu Yazhe picked her up, walked into the bathroom, and groomed her well, under the light, he saw the traces on her body that were like poisonous insects gnawing, bruises and purples, red all over, and these, undoubtedly, are his masterpieces!

Faintly, there is an inexplicable sense of accomplishment!

What a man pursues is nothing more than this desire to conquer!

When Yun Shishi woke up, it was already noon the next day.

When I opened my eyes, I heard the sound of a newspaper flipping through my ears, and in the quiet room, it was a little abrupt.

Yun Shishi turned her head, but saw Mu Yazhe sitting calmly in front of the floor-to-ceiling window in the bedroom, looking at the newspaper leisurely.

She was just about to sit up, but as soon as she moved, the feeling of falling apart from her body made her frown and let out a long "hmm".

It doesn't matter if you don't move, this move, there are a few abnormal sounds of "click" from the waist.

Yun Shishi is really a little worried, is her skeleton really falling apart!

Her movement alarmed the man who was reading the newspaper by the window.

Mu Yazhe turned his eyes and looked at her, in the backlight, the Milan afternoon sun poured on his body, lining his hair with a warm color.

"Awake?"

His voice is deep and seductive, and he is leisurely.

Yun Shishi was a little embarrassed and said "um", and the whole person hid in the quilt, shy and shrunk into a ball.

The moment she lifted the quilt, she inadvertently glanced at her body, the traces all over her body, so ashamed that she no longer had the courage to get up, like a turtle with a shrunken head, she retracted into the quilt again.

For her lovely reaction, Mu Yazhe couldn't help but hook the corners of her lips, stood up, walked to the bed, sat down, reached out and pinched the corner of the quilt, and wanted to lift it.

"Don't ——!"

Yun Shishi struggled for a moment, covered the quilt tightly, and looked at her with a sigh of relief.

Mu Yazhe smiled: "You are all over your body, where have I not seen it?" ”

“……”

Even though I say that, I still think it...... Damn shame!

It's all those traces on my body, it's a shame, it's a shame!

Yun Shishi couldn't wait to cry to death.

Mu Yazhe pulled the quilt, but she held on to it, and accidentally pulled it to her waist, and suddenly wrinkled her little face uncomfortably.

It's so sour, it's so painful!

Mu Yazhe frowned a little worriedly when he saw her expression, and asked, "What's wrong?" ”

Yun Shishi shook her head.

"What the hell is going on?"

Yun Shishi said embarrassedly: "The waist is over there...... A little sour! "Cat flutter Chinese