Luo Nanchu was groggy from being fiddled with by him, she didn't sleep well last night, and now she has squeezed out a pound of strength from him, and she can't lift her strength by biting him.

She heard the footsteps coming in from outside, and raised her head in fright, the man's lips leaned over and kissed her intermittent moaning lips, and he didn't stop, still inside her, unscrupulous.

By the time the footsteps were far away, Luo Nanchu had already died.

She leaned weakly on the man's chest, listening to his steady heartbeat, he was still sane, everything was under his control, and all this did not change for him. He is still Fu Tingyuan, a master, and she is still the Luo Nanchu who can't move in his shadow.

What five years ago or five years later, time has not changed anything.

She thought it was ridiculous, but there was nothing she could do.

Fu Tingyuan raised his hand, gently pinched her chin, and stared at her tired and pale face, she looked a little pitiful by him.

He slowly reached out and hugged her tightly in his arms.

His eyes darkened.

Luo Nanchu struggled weakly, "Okay?" ”

“……”

"Okay, come out for me."

Fu Tingyuan let go of his hand and watched Luo Nanchu tremble and stand up from his lap, she bent down to pick up the clothes he took off, he took out a tissue to wipe the things that flowed between her legs, Luo Nanchu grabbed his wrist, and refused with disgust: "Enough, I'll clean it up myself." ”

She got dressed, and the man packed up, standing aside and smoking.

Luo Nanchu didn't bother to ask him why, maybe there was no reason at all. When the desire comes up, I'll just find her to solve it, because I used it very well before, and it may be just that.

It's just that Fu Tingyuan's eyes, which were dark even in the deepest vortex of desire from beginning to end, still made her feel a little uneasy.

When he was in love, he was very sensible.

It doesn't seem to be Zuo Ai, but some kind of ritual.

The dark aura on his body was so heavy that his eyes looked extraordinarily heavy, and being watched calmly by these eyes would make her heart feel like she was being grabbed.

Luo Nanchu lowered his head to avoid his gaze, lowered his head and closed the zipper, and heard Fu Tingyuan ask, "When did you have such a good relationship with Yan Ruyu?" ”

She turned to open the door.

The man's palm pressed up against the door panel, and he leaned down into her ear from behind her and asked, "My dad asked you to marry him, do you really plan to marry?" ”

"I'm going to marry him, what's your business?"

"Your words may not make me very happy." There was no emotion in his voice, "Are you sure you want to upset me?" Well? ”

"......" Luo Nanchu's waist was still very painful, she bit her lip and stopped talking.

His chin rested on her shoulder, his eyes looked at her tense side face with deep eyes, and he whispered, "No matter what my dad tells you these days, you don't agree, huh?" Do you understand? ”

"He looks like he wants me to be engaged to Ruyu." Luo Nanchu said, "If you dare to force me again, I will promise him." ”

Fu Tingyuan sighed lightly: "Whoever is good to you now, you are going to marry someone, right?" ”

"Do you want to marry someone who treats me badly?"

Fu Tingyuan chuckled, lowered his head and kissed Luo Nanchu's face, "That's what I said." ”