"Qingyue, you go and sit down on the sofa, and I'll help you look at your feet."

Foot? Hearing Feng Chizhou say this, Song Qingyue remembered that she had gone shopping in the snack street with him before she came back, and her heels were a little uncomfortable. Because it didn't feel very obvious, I didn't care.

Looking down, the heels were slightly red.

"It's nothing." Song Qingyue disagreed, "You don't have to wait until tomorrow to get better." ”

"I'd better take a closer look." Feng Chizhou didn't reveal it casually, and he was about to squat down and take a closer look. I can't see clearly at such a distance, what if the broken skin is not treated in time for infection? You still have to take medicine.

Song Qingyue helplessly stretched out her hand to stop him, and said softly: "Okay, then I'll go and sit down on the sofa first, and you can come over and watch slowly." ”

She was wearing a skirt today, and he just squatted down behind him...... I always think this posture is weird.

After all, you just have to look up to see ......

Throwing away those messy thoughts, Song Qingyue walked quickly to the sofa and sat down, Feng Chizhou consciously followed, and naturally squatted in front of her, holding up the jade foot in the palm of his hand to check it carefully.

Fortunately, it was only ground red, and there was no redness, swelling, broken skin, or bleeding.

It's not comfortable, is it? Feng Chizhou rubbed it gently in distress.

Song Qingyue had never been grabbed by a man like this and rubbed her jade feet, her heels were sore, swollen and itchy, and with his movements, her lips could no longer suppress a delicate and soft "um".

Why is this so like...... Song Qingyue blushed with shame.

When she heard the sound of "um" like a small hook, the villain, who was originally concentrating on pinching her feet, froze, looked up, and realized that she had just lifted her jade feet up in order to make it easier, forcing her to lean back on the sofa.

The already silky skirt slid towards the base of the leg, and Feng Chizhou's eyes poked and poked at the snow-white thighs like mutton fat jade.

Song Qingyue sat up with her hands on the sofa, her hair was messy, her cheeks were flushed, she leaned over and grabbed Feng Chizhou's big hand, and her eyes were seductive: "Chi Zhou, come up quickly." ”

The original intention was to let Feng Chizhou hurry up and sit on the sofa, but for the villain who was driving wildly, this was particularly reverie.

She told him to hurry up!

The villain's brain went blank with a "buzz-" sound, and only the word "kiss" that he thought of before entering the house was played repeatedly.

Isn't it about creating opportunities to kiss?

The hand went up the ankle step by step, skimming over the calves, thighs, and hips with an astonishing curve, and landed on the slender waist. Feng Chizhou leaned over and kissed the delicate lips that he had been thinking about day and night.

It's still so sweet.

No, it's sweeter than before.

Surprised by Feng Chizhou's initiative, Song Qingyue, who was forced to fall on the sofa again, hesitated for a moment, then raised her white and slender hand to wrap around his neck.

Sure enough, how can there be a man who doesn't understand anything?

She responded enthusiastically to Feng Chizhou's kiss, her lips touched, the dexterous lilac danced with him, her fingertips slowly touched his broad shoulders, and rubbed again and again: "Chi Zhou, I love you." ”

"I love you, Qingyue."

Before kissing his beloved girl, Feng Chizhou told himself that he just wanted a "kiss", and he would stop talking after kissing him twice, three times, four times, five or six seven eight or ninety times, and he would never cross the minefield.

But at this point, can he stop if he wants to?

"Daughter-in-law, you are my daughter-in-law." Feng Chizhou instinctively continued to kiss Song Qingyue's cheeks, earlobes, behind her ears, and neck sockets, and then flowed down little by little, and the hand that originally held her waist was raised three times and two times to unbutton the woman's shirt, revealing a straight and sunken collarbone.

Seeing the looming beautiful scenery, the villain's pupils shrank, and he licked his head like a big wolf dog, a heavy gasp sounded, and warm gas sprayed on the woman's skin.

The other big hand slowly groped down without a teacher, lifting the hem of the woman's skirt, and the slightly calloused fingers rubbed against the creamy skin.

The temperature in the room is rising rapidly.

The man in front of him is crazy and eager, where is the innocence on weekdays? If they continue to develop, they will soon break through the last boundary.

Song Qingyue is not against having a relationship before marriage, but when the man kisses and nibbles in front of him, when there is a coolness under him, when the big hand turns to the waist and approaches the last layer of fabric that is about to fade, the dusty memory involuntarily swept again.

That is the description of Huo Jinchen's mental activity seen in the novel.

[Tempting him again!] Do you want that much? Then he will fulfill her! 】

[Cry! Beg for mercy! 】

[Heh, Miss Song's daughter? The dream lover of countless men in Rongcheng? No, too, humbled and begged for mercy before him! 】

[Cheap woman! 】

[Robbed Zhen Zhen's name, making bed warmers is really cheap for her! ] 】

Seduction, wanting, humbling beggars, lowly, bed warmers......

Song Qingyue knew that she shouldn't be ashamed, but Huo Jinchen's contempt and insults still made her subconsciously feel that she was a lewd woman when she took off her clothes in front of men.

She understands that Feng Chizhou will not use herself as a tool to vent her desires, but she ......

When Feng Chizhou's fingers finally hooked the trouser belt and was about to take it down slowly, Song Qingyue still couldn't help but tremble. No, don't be afraid, it's not seducing, it's not cheap, it's normal.

She is not Huo Jinchen's bed warmer, nor will she be his tool.

Why can't it be considered that Feng Chizhou is meeting her needs?

Although Song Qingyue tried his best to hide her fear, Feng Chizhou still keenly felt her stiffness and trembling.

Feng Chizhou got up slightly and lowered his eyes to look at the woman who was pressed on the sofa, only to see that her eyes were closed, her little face was pale, her teeth were biting her lower lip, her forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat, and her hands were tightly gripping his clothes, and her bones were white.

She's scared?

Immediately, Feng Chizhou's consciousness slowly returned, oh my God! What did he just do? Aren't you looking at her feet? Isn't it enough to ask for a kiss? How did it get to this point?

How can you get out of control in front of her? It's going to scare her!

There was not even a little preparation in advance, cakes, flower petals, lights, music, these were not there, just on the sofa in the living room, I actually wanted to give her ......

This is their first time!

His fingertips moved, sliding over the tender skin, and Feng Chizhou remembered that he was still tugging at the trouser belt inside her, as long as it was two seconds later...... Oh, my God! He's horrible! Could it be that he was expecting to rip it off?

Thinking about the scenery behind that layer of fabric, Feng Chizhou's mouth was dry.

Gollum –

Beast! Perverted!