No one can deny his excellence.

His body was a little cold, Luo Nanchu laughed while pressing him down on the bed, riding on his waist, throwing off the hair on his face, with a Meng Lang attitude: "Are you still coming?" ”

She didn't wear anything under her, Fu Tingyuan's fingers held her thighs, and warned: "If you tease me again, aren't you going to get up tomorrow?" ”

He had always had a low resistance to her, and she wasn't unaware.

Luo Nanchu glanced at him obliquely from the corner of his eye, "Can't I do it myself?" ”

“……”

"Don't move, I'll do it myself."

Fu Tingyuan leaned on the head of the bed and looked at this little woman who didn't know whether to live or die riding on his waist, as if she was not the one who cried in the bathroom just now.

If you forget the scar, you will forget the pain, which is a portrayal of Luo Nanchu's life.

Luo Nanchu really did it by herself for a while, but she quickly got tired of it, her waist was too sore, and she had no strength after a few movements.

She turned over and was about to sleep, but she was pressed down on the bed by the man who rushed over with a black face and pinched her waist fiercely, the man's teeth bit her earlobe, and her voice was gloomy: "Don't play halfway through?" Well? Luo Nanchu, what are you and me? Silicone dolls? ”

Can you stop halfway through this kind of thing?

This dead woman is still as unreliable as she was three years ago.

Luo Nanchu complained while being bullied by Fu Tingyuan on the bed again, and the man's low gasp was in her ears, she felt that she couldn't stand it anymore, and at the same time wanted to have more, such intimate contact, no matter how much she disliked it.

The only thing that can soothe each other is each other's heartbeats and bodies.

was carried by a man to take a shower again, Luo Nanchu was really tired and paralyzed now, and he didn't dare to make it again.

Fu Tingyuan was lying on the bed with her in his arms, Luo Nanchu curled up in his arms, she was drowsy, holding him with one arm and a soft voice: "Fu Tingyuan." ”

"Hmm."

"I'm really alive."

“……”

"I'm real." She pressed her face to the place of his heart, "I'm still alive." ”

Fu Tingyuan didn't speak, just silently stroked her hair gently.

Luo Nanchu slowly fell asleep under his meticulous touch.

In the last memory, it was Fu Tingyuan's body that couldn't be warmed in his arms.

The embrace that could warm her cold hands and feet, I don't know why, was lost by her in the past three years.

Was she too late to wake up?

Thinking like this, I couldn't help but feel a little dull in my heart.

It rained for three days and three nights.

Fu Tingyuan also took advantage of the situation to skip the three-day shift.

Luo Nan couldn't persuade him at first, so he simply stayed in the villa with him.

Xiao Biesheng is newly married, they are messing around in bed except watching TV on the sofa, Luo Nanchu doesn't know how he has survived these days.

It can only be said that the power of beauty is powerful, and she wants to take a few bites if she can't hold it up.

The weather turned from rain to sunny, Luo Nanchu was lying on the bed basking in the sun, Fu Tingyuan leaned on the bed and held an ipad while watching the news while rubbing Luo Nanchu's waist.

She was languid like a cat.

The air is a factor of warmth and tranquility, a beautiful morning.

However, the beautiful morning was bound to be ruined, and soon, a servant knocked on the door and whispered outside the door: "Mr. Fu, someone is looking for you." ”

Fu Tingyuan put down the ipad, glanced at Luo Nanchu who was sleeping in his arms, and then let go of her and sat up from the bed.