When Feng Sheng kissed down again, Luo Yangyang reflexively wanted to struggle, his kiss was too strong and domineering, as if he was going to tear her down and eat her, bringing her personal fear.

If she hadn't struggled, she suspected she would have been canonized and flayed alive.

What made Luo Yangyang helpless was that within a few seconds of her struggle, her hands were tightly clamped by the canon, and her legs were also pressed by him.

His unilateral forcible plunder had just begun, and her resistance was declared null and void.

In the end, in the joy that came from the storm, Luo Yangyang, who was still immature, finally fainted unbearable.

The night was deep, as deep as ink, just like the infinite passion in the bedroom that seemed to be entangled in the wilderness.

The bright light of the early morning penetrated through the wide-open floor-to-ceiling windows, and when the first rays of morning sun shone into the bedroom, Luo Yangyang, who was tired for most of the night, opened his eyes early.

At first glance, she saw bronzed skin.

The brain that had just woken up was still in a semi-deep state, and it blinked a few times with its big eyes of crystal black grapes, and then it reacted to its wide open eyes.

The bronzed skin she saw was a man's collarbone, and she slowly raised her eyes to look up, and what caught her eye was the sexy Adam's apple and the perfect chin like a knife.

In the end, she was not surprised to see the sleeping face of the canonization.

Seeing his face, Luo Yangyang's whole body suddenly became sensitive, and she could feel his powerful arms on her waist, and her legs were sandwiched between his legs.

The important thing is that she can clearly feel that the two of them are wearing nothing.

Although Feng Sheng was still sleeping, Luo Yangyang was still embarrassed and blushed, and just wanted to get out of his arms lightly, when he turned his eyes and saw Feng Sheng with indifferent eyes, looking at her honestly.

Luo Yangyang's small body suddenly stiffened, and her brain seemed to be frozen under the direct gaze of the saint, she didn't know what she thought, she looked at him with a mouth and said, "Hi, good morning." ”

As soon as the words came out, Luo Yangyang's brain instantly returned to normal, and she was so annoyed that she immediately lowered her little head, and at this time she almost wanted to sew her mouth with a thread.

Why did she say good morning to him!

I can't pump my brain!

thought that the cold temperament of the canonization would not return to her, but Luo Yangyang, who was in annoyance, suddenly heard a muffled snort coming from the top of his head: "Hmm." ”

Luo Yangyang's eyebrows jumped, and he raised his head suddenly, but saw that Feng Sheng was still holding his mouth, still looking at him expressionlessly, and his expression did not change at all.

Could it be that Meng Heng just now was her hallucination?

The two just hugged and looked at each other, and after a few seconds, Luo Yangyang couldn't stand it anymore, lowered his eyes and didn't dare to look at him anymore, and nudged him with his little hand and whispered, "I'm going to get up." ”

Feng Sheng didn't let go, Luo Yangyang couldn't break free no matter how much she pushed and got up, and when she raised her eyes again, Feng Sheng said, "I woke up early." ”

He opened his eyes earlier than him, was he not working hard enough last night?

"Hehe, it's okay." Luo Yangyang didn't know what he meant by asking the saint, and he didn't dare not reply to him, so he had to smirk at the corners of his mouth, perfunctory.

"Tired or not?" Although he held Luo Yangyang in his arms, there was still no expression on his face.

"Not tired." Luo Yangyang subconsciously shook his head, but when he saw the change in the expression of the saint, he immediately felt the danger, nodded violently and said, "Tired!" Exhausted! ”