Sending Ning Wenhan away, Mo Kun, a man who seemed to be drunk but not drunk, began his unscrupulous rampant mode.

"Nuan Nuan, I'm uncomfortable!"

"Nuan Nuan, I'm not feeling well!"

"Nuan Nuan, kiss!"

"Nuan Nuan, ·······"

Mu Xiaonuan hated to slap him to death with one palm, and then left him alone.

However, the man's strong body was like a tall wall in front of her or behind her, not in a hurry or slow, and he followed closely more closely than when Mu Zichen begged to be coquettish.

"Mo Kun, can you be more sober?"

Mu Xiaonuan gritted her teeth, the man's vexatious troubles really made her restrained, not to mention that she was still a drunk man, a drunk man who deliberately made trouble.

Being pressed on the bed by a man and unable to move at all.

I can't bear to think about it with a straight face.

Moreover, his discharged hand was slowly moving onto her white shoulder, his fingertips grinding like a beloved toy, causing her to breathe faster and go into cardiac arrest.

He gnawed on her ear, breathing close at hand, as if muttering, "No, you're ready to put a hat on me, I have to defend my territory." ”

Mu Xiaonuan lowered her eyes: "Mo Kun, let's not make trouble, you know that he is not." ”

Mo Kun still didn't intend to let her go, a pair of dark eyes were deep, and patted her delicate soles: "I have to check!" ”

"Mo Kun, you are vexatious!" Mu Xiaonuan's eyes flickered, and she covered her chest.

"You've been led into the house, and I'm still unreasonable," the man pinched the bridge of the woman's nose with his big palm that roamed around, and his eyes were unusually hot: "Do you want me to catch rape in bed?" ”

Mu Xiaonuan was a little angry, she slapped Mo Kun's scurrying palm vigorously: "You try to talk nonsense again?" ”

However, after the stumbling just now, Mu Xiaonuan didn't realize that she was in the spring, and her phoenix eyes were still open.

The woman under her was fair-skinned **, and Mo Kun's eyes couldn't help but deepen a little.

Passionate and enthusiastic!

Without waiting for the man to refute, Mu Xiaonuan was very surprised, and following the direction of the man's gaze, she saw the place he had been looking at: "Ah, what are you looking at, pervert!" ”

Teng suddenly wanted to sit up straight, Mu Xiaonuan put her hands around her chest, and her face turned red.

Who knew that her luck was really tragic, but she bumped into the man's strong chest muscles, and she screamed in pain: "Oh, you belong to the stone, it hurts." ”

The woman seemed to be resentful and resentful, and Mo Kun couldn't care about teasing her anymore, and there was love in her deep eyes.

A woman once told him that if a woman is willing to be coquettish with you and quarrel with you, it means that you have successfully recovered her.

Isn't this exactly what she is coquettish and complaining about herself?

It's like just now, it was obviously Ning Wenhan who was choking on drinking and drinking, but the woman blamed him for all the blame, and even touched him.

As soon as he remembered the feeling of being touched just now, Mo Kun's eyes became more intense,

So, while smiling dotingly, he swam around her with his big palm, fanning the flames: "Okay, I'll blow, blow!" ”

And the woman who was still complaining just now has softened into a ball of cotton, struggling to flutter! drilled straight into his arms, which made him even more unstoppable.

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After the two of them went through a lot of ups and downs, Mo Kun was refreshed, on the other hand, Mu Xiaonuan, it is not an exaggeration to describe him as dying.

Leaning on his strong chest, Mu Xiaonuan also felt the heat of his heart, however, Mu Xiaonuan didn't even bother to move his fingers.

Looking up and glimpsing his happiness after being refreshed, Mu Xiaonuan was angry, and her little eyes crackled to vent her dissatisfaction: "Pervert, reckless!" ”

She complained about the endless energy of men and the longevity and deterioration of her old waist.

The man's black eyes were suddenly intoxicated, and a touch of evil hung on his lips: "Wife, are you satisfied with your husband's service?" ”

Mu Xiaonuan pinched half of his waist and gritted his teeth: "You are still not human, you don't know how to feel sorry for me." ”

With a low smile, Mo Kun grabbed her little hand and brought it to her ear, her breath burning and ambiguous: "The more men want to be good to women, the harder they will work, understand, little fool." ”

He bowed his head and kissed her beautiful eyebrows, then the bridge of her nose was small and straight, and then lingered on her red lips, lips and teeth intersected.

Mo Kun's big palm hooked her small waist, and he kept scraping her pink cheeks with the shallow stake on his chin, rubbing back and forth, without saying a word.

It was numb and itchy, which made Mu Xiaonuan can't help but giggle.

Mo Kun was still not satisfied with her reaction, and the movements of his hands became even more presumptuous.

The ambiguous atmosphere in the room was strong again.

The next day, Mu Xiaonuan was dying again, but she had not recovered after resting for most of the night.

Morning light replaced night, and the orange light at the bedside was no longer the only source of light in the room.

The pink wallpaper is soft and warm, and the pink sheets on the bed are intertwined, ambiguous.

The newborn sunlight penetrated into the room and sprinkled on the two people who hugged each other and slept together.

The man is bold and resolute, with a handsome face, and the woman has red lips and white teeth.