Chapter 4 became the object of his relief

"Shh......h Don't shout, I'll let go. ”

The voice......

Su Nianxi only listened to the first half of the sentence and recognized who the other party was-Xi Mochen.

For Su Nianxi, it doesn't matter why he appeared in the Su family so late, and it doesn't matter why he treats her like this.

Because she was convinced that he would not hurt her.

With Xi Mochen's instructions, she not only obediently stopped struggling, but also happily recalled his somewhat different tone from usual.

Warm, low, dull, so magnetic! I feel like I'm getting pregnant.

She doesn't know if all women have this mentality in the face of the person they like, she has no resistance to Xi Mochen anyway, even if she has always had a crush, she can give herself a full sense of happiness because of his words.

"Good, don't move, cooperate with me."

Xi Mochen's voice sounded again, and when Su Nianxi was wondering what that cooperation meant, a bolt of lightning flashed again, and the light coming through the window made her just see his eyes at this time.

Dark and gloomy, the phoenix eyes seemed to have a scorching temperature, which made her stunned for a while, and what made her even more stunned was that his lips were directly printed on her lips.

Su Nianxi was at a loss, forgetting to struggle, maybe she didn't mind his touch at all.

In a moment's whesitation, she could feel that his lips were soft, but hard enough.

His kisses were not gentle, even a little eager and fierce......

Her body was tightly pressed between the door and Xi Mochen's chest, and the oxygen in her mouth was sucked out, all of which were absorbed into his masculine breath.

He didn't let her go anywhere in his mouth, as if he wanted to brand it with his own brand.

Lacking too much oxygen, she could only instinctively grab his shirt. It's like a drowning person, inexperienced, only forced to endure.

Little by little, the oxygen was taken away by him, and when he was about to suffocate, he received the breath he entered.

Maybe it's because she likes him too much, she still thinks it's a sweet dream, and hopes that this kiss can continue until she is old.

If she thinks that Xi Mochen's "fierceness" stops there, she is very wrong.

Su Nianxi was kissed in the clouds, until he felt a chill on his body, until his hot body was directly in close contact with hers, he knew that this man wanted to grab more than she thought.

It's just that he is such an excellent person, how could he choose to do this kind of thing with someone like her, is it purely a physiological relief?

Although Su Nianxi's mind was in chaos at this time, especially the two big palms with temperature, which made her tremble even more when they swam on her body, she still couldn't help but ask: "Brother Mochen, do you know who I am?" ”

"Little girl, you're so noisy."

His voice was low and hoarse, mellow and seductive.

After replying, he didn't give her a chance to speak again, he kissed down again, and his hands were recklessly occupying every inch of her body, and everything seemed to happen as a matter of course......

If the kiss is not enough, I will start to be emotional, and I will start acting after the emotion!

A "little girl" made Su Nianxi happy, he knew that he was kissing her.

Su Nianxi was already willing to him, so she cooperated with him as he wished.

The ambiguous temperature continued to rise, and the scorching heat began to sweep through everything......

This night, she felt like a flat boat, led by him to sprint in the vast sea, rushing to the high waves again and again, and falling down again and again......

Until the end, immerse yourself in sleep.

"Xi Mochen."

Su Nianxi looked at him sleeping and called his name in a low voice.

What made her feel sad was not that she was lost to Xi Mochen, but that she was in the utility room for the first time.

The space of about twenty square meters, although she usually cleans it is quite clean and tidy, but she, like most girls, always feels that the "first time" is solemn and sacred, and the execution should be romantic.

This hell is romantic!

Moreover, when she went back to the room to change her clothes and quietly came to the utility room again, the "perpetrator" was gone!