"It's not that you're too inky, I can't wait."

The hand eating tofu was slapped away, and then looked at Luo Yangyang, who had an angry face, and said helplessly.

When did the little thing become so domineering?

Look at her angry little appearance, she is so arrogant that she almost doesn't take him seriously.

However, it seems that this is all spoiled by him.

Forget it, your own women are spoiled by themselves, and the temper they spoil is suffered by themselves.

"Can't wait, have to wait!" Luo Yangyang said and slapped his little hand on the consecrated chest.

His hard muscles made her hand bounce, the elasticity should not be too good, and the feel should not be too attractive.

"Then you should hurry up, I'll wait, a man will get sick if he holds it for too long, don't you know?"

The saint looked up and down, and Luo Yangyang, who was sitting on top of her, stretched out his big hand to the ankle closest to him.

The ankle was suddenly caught, and Luo Yangyang reflexively retracted his leg.

But the canonization grabbed harder, Luo Yangyang frowned, and looked at the canonization in confusion.

The canonization was a provocative glance in response to his lack of beating.

Luo Yangyang was also angry now, and in the silent exchange, the two of them fought with each other.

Luo Yangyang suddenly retracted with force, but when she was pulled forward by another force, her foot kicked into the saint's face without warning.

There was a soft 'snap', and the sole of Luo Yangyang's right foot was attached to the consecrated left side of his face.

"I didn't mean to." Looking at the saint who was kicked in the face by her, Luo Yangyang sneered and laughed.

In the midst of laughter, she wanted to continue to retract her legs, halfway down, but the canonization grabbed her feet hard.

When he was suddenly kicked in the face, Feng Sheng was also stunned for a moment, but now he grabbed Luo Yangyang's foot and kissed her instep.

"Don't you think your feet are dirty?" The warm and soft touch of the instep made Luo Yangyang's soles tremble slightly.

It reminded her of the last time she kissed the soles of her feet in the midst of passion.

"It depends on whose it is, and I don't dislike yours." Feng Sheng pecked a few more mouthfuls of Luo Yangyang's white and delicate little feet.

His woman, how could he dislike it, from head to toe.

Luo Yangyang's eyes flashed, and suddenly he felt the heat surge, and even the roots of his ears turned red.

The canonization rarely speaks sensual words, but many words that seem to be serious on the literal face seem to be wrapped in honey as soon as they come out of his mouth.