(Cat flutter Chinese ) Luo Xi felt a wave of retching swept from the bottom up, and finally couldn't resist the man's strength by holding the corners of his mouth, and opened into an O shape in response. Please search (@¥) to see the most complete! The fastest update

The man lifted her chin with his other hand and stuffed the rice porridge in the spoon into Luo Xi's slightly open mouth, the action was not reckless, nor gentle.

The rice porridge slipped into her mouth, and the man let go of his fingers and let her swallow.

Luo Xi's mouth was stuffed with a whole spoonful of rice porridge, and the feeling of retching was still in his throat, and he felt even more dazzling when he looked at the man's still indisobedient appearance.

"Poof—"

Luo Xi took advantage of the momentum of the bamboo in his throat to spit out a mouthful of rice porridge in his mouth on the man's non-sticky ciliated black casual clothes.

Jing Mohao glanced coldly at the stains on his body that he had never had, and he didn't show a trace of anger, but there was a faint amusement in his eyes, but he didn't let the woman see it.

He threw the spoon in his hand directly towards the door, and the crisp sound of landing made Luo Xi can't help but shrink his arm.

The man picked up the bowl and took a large mouthful, placing one hand on the side of Luo Xi's head, blocking her lips.

"Uh-huh—"

Luo Xi shook his head to prevent him from succeeding, the man's expression was condensed, and he directly lifted the quilt on her body, and the whole person pressed it, and the rice porridge on his body was sticky and glued the two of them tightly.

Jing Mohao made a move to straighten Luo Xi's dodgy head, and his thin lips fell again.

As if to make up for all the kisses that the two of them forgot yesterday, the man's lips were very serious. His long-driven lips and tongue rushed away from Luoxi's clenched red shell, and transmitted all the rice porridge in his mouth into Luoxi's mouth, straight to the esophagus, not allowing her to have another chance to spit out.

With a chilling masculine aura, Luo Xi's felt more and more ashamed, passively swallowing the rice grains he sent, feeling the aggression of his looting and plundering in his mouth, and the ruthless exploitation and contempt of his high emperor for her, a powerless and lonely grass people.

Luo Xi's fingertips were embedded in his fingertips, and he clenched his teeth fiercely.

She wanted to tell him in her own way that even the most despicable of the people had the right to rebel against him.

Jing Mohao was in pain, and quickly withdrew the tip of his tongue, Luo Xi closed his eyes and didn't look at his inevitably blue face, waiting for his more tragic punishment.

The man left her lips, his eyes dark, and he swallowed the remaining rice porridge in his mouth, frowning slightly.

He never drank this kind of thing, and he swallowed this mouthful today to feed her, and it was really hard to drink.

If she hadn't argued that she liked to drink, he wouldn't have boiled this thing for her personally.

Jing Mohao let go of the palm that was holding her, but his handsome face came up again, and his soft lips touched, which was all his luck.

He was glad she was still alive, glad she was still on all fours and dancing in front of him.

He was glad he still had the strength to save her, and he was glad that he still had the right to kiss her.

No matter later, no matter just now, as long as now.

He was tepid, unhurried, carrying out his sucking, no temptation, no invasion, just kissing.

Luo Xi was extremely anxious by his usual gentle torture, and opened his eyes impatiently, only to find that the man's eyes were slightly closed, with a look of enjoyment.

Her expression was as cold as the moonlight, and she turned her head sharply.

Softly withdrawn, Jing Mohao Huo Ran opened his eyes, looked at the woman's side face, and kissed it again.

Luo Xi frowned tightly and said in annoyance, "Jing Mohao, you are endless." ”

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