"What to do? But I want to ......" The canonized hand did not continue to be presumptuous, but the fiery lips and tongue shifted to Luo Yangyang's ears.

His low voice seemed to have magical power, and when the hot breath sprayed on Luo Yangyang's ears, it stimulated her little shoulders to shrink unconsciously.

Luo Yangyang blushed with an intoxicating little face, and his eyes flashed slightly, and he didn't dare to look at the saint: "Self, solve it yourself." ”

She knew what to do, but she only knew that the ancient mansion of the Feng family was too dangerous, and they must not mess around.

"Solve it yourself?" The canonization automatically understood as 'find a way to solve it yourself', and a wicked smile immediately flashed in his cold eyes, "This is what you said." ”

As soon as Luo Yangyang heard his words, he immediately sensed that something was wrong.

However, before she could react, Feng Sheng hugged her, and with a few movements of her feet, both of them fell on the soft big bed.

And Luo Yangyang, who was impartially canonized, was firmly pressed under him.

"Don't you ...... Hmm......" Luo Yangyang wanted to persuade the canonization not to mess around, but as soon as the words came out, his lips and tongue were completely blocked by him.

When Feng Sheng kissed her pink lips strongly, he didn't forget to soothe her hoarsely: "Good, don't move, I'll change your clothes." ”

While pacifying, the canonized big hand slammed into her coat, and with graceful movements, the buttons fell apart under his hand.

"Don't, I'm myself...... Will change ......" Luo Yangyang twisted his small body and tried to struggle, but it didn't seem to have much effect.

At any time, in the contest of strength, Luo Yangyang is not an opponent of canonization.

In the end, the cheongsam was changed for Luo Yangyang.

Although the ancient house was heated, Luo Yangyang was frozen, and the canonization carefully pasted a lot of warm babies on her.

Finally helped Luo Yangyang change into a cheongsam, sat on the bed, looked at Luo Yangyang who was standing in front of him, blushing and not daring to look at him, only to feel that there was blood surging somewhere.

She stood in front of him so quietly and obediently, her little face was red and her head hung slightly, and her waist-length hair was casually draped.

The straight and slippery green silk that poured down seemed to hang down to his heart, silently evoking the tenderness of his heart.

"Do you want to coil up your hair?" The dark-eyed bottomless saint grabbed Luo Yangyang's little hand and pulled her over.

As soon as he put his legs together, he clamped one of her thin legs between them.

"Disk? I don't know how to disk. Luo Yangyang blinked his big clear eyes and looked at the canonization with an innocent face.

On weekdays, she wears the ponytail the most, and she thinks it's too complicated to coil her hair, so she has never learned how to coil.

"I'll pan." The canonization stood up as he spoke.

"Huh?" Luo Yangyang's eyes were full of shock, and he looked horrified when he saw a ghost.

Feng Sheng walked to the sofa and picked up a swarthy sandalwood hairpin from the flat box containing the cheongsam.