She wouldn't be able to stand it that way.

"Wei'er." His eyes were instantly clear, and at this moment there was a gloomy anger, "You dislike being a husband?" ”

It's obviously a question sentence, but Qing Wei knows perfectly that as long as she says the word 'no', the end will definitely not look good.

Qing Wei sighed, looked away shyly, looked at the emerald jade pendant on the soft couch, and muttered: "You dead roast chicken, don't stir up trouble." ”

"Stir up trouble?" He smiled, with a domineering attitude that could not be refused, "You haven't stirred up trouble yet, why don't you provoke a try?" ”

Qing Wei's face was very red, but he was extremely calm, to be precise, he still had something like anger pressing down on him, this kind of anger made him not so gentle in many ways.

For example, pinch her.

Qing Wei looked at the phoenix dove, and the phoenix dove also happened to look at her. His slender fingers pressed softly against her lips, silently opening, and he leaned down and slowly dropped a kiss that enveloped her completely.

The tip of his tongue teased her nerves lightly and perversely, and the soft lips with a hint of slippery lips kept stimulating her.

The tongue turned over and over in the cavity, so that when she resisted a little, she attacked again, and when she wanted to turn against him, he was entangled and lingering, like a wave on the shore.

It looks crystal clear and beautiful, but when you really feel it, it seems to be invisible, difficult to find, difficult to control.

He kept teasing her mind, making her breathing quick, but not completely suffocating.

And when his breathing was a little slow, he let her rhythm kick up, refusing to settle down, making her uneasy.

Breath like a gossamer.

It seems to be a small octagonal bronze incense burner resting on the edge of the window, and the faint white smoke wafting out of the incense burner carries a vague fragrance, like two people who are entangled in love.

He kissed it, but he was not at all restless, and the movements of his hands overwhelmed her, picking open the buttons of her clothes, one after another, obviously she felt it, but she was kissed by him and her mind was clouded.

And her clothes were almost peeled, and the wind blowing outside irritated her skin, and she didn't notice it.

Hurriedly and shyly covered his chest and belly pocket, firmly blocking his attack.

How could the phoenix dove be such an easy and willing person, easily turning from the hands that blocked her into soft friendship, and his hands seemed to caress her chest with infinite warmth.

The skin that should have burned like a fire was also made by his actions, and his heart kept beating wildly.

His kiss was intense, and his hand movements were so intense that she couldn't calm down, as if caressing, as if pressing, kneading her upper body, and the other hand had simply and rudely lifted the hem of her shirt.

With a little outline of the world's fine embroidery, stroking the past, she felt a feeling of unsmoothness but comfort.

He pinched the embroidered threads, allowing them to caress her body in his place, soothing her restlessness and allowing her heart to accept his coming onslaught like a tame sheep.

Qing Wei was inexplicably stimulated by this strange feeling, and subconsciously wanted to twist her waist, but asked him to hold her waist up even more, and the postures of the two of them were strangely staggered, as if they were going to prepare for something. She wouldn't be able to stand it that way.

"Wei'er." His eyes were instantly clear, and at this moment there was a gloomy anger, "You dislike being a husband?" ”

It's obviously a question sentence, but Qing Wei knows perfectly that as long as she says the word 'no', the end will definitely not look good.

Qing Wei sighed, looked away shyly, looked at the emerald jade pendant on the soft couch, and muttered: "You dead roast chicken, don't stir up trouble." ”

"Stir up trouble?" He smiled, with a domineering attitude that could not be refused, "You haven't stirred up trouble yet, why don't you provoke a try?" ”

Qing Wei's face was very red, but he was extremely calm, to be precise, he still had something like anger pressing down on him, this kind of anger made him not so gentle in many ways.

For example, pinch her.

Qing Wei looked at the phoenix dove, and the phoenix dove also happened to look at her. His slender fingers pressed softly against her lips, silently opening, and he leaned down and slowly dropped a kiss that enveloped her completely.

The tip of his tongue teased her nerves lightly and perversely, and the soft lips with a hint of slippery lips kept stimulating her.

The tongue turned over and over in the cavity, so that when she resisted a little, she attacked again, and when she wanted to turn against him, he was entangled and lingering, like a wave on the shore.

It looks crystal clear and beautiful, but when you really feel it, it seems to be invisible, difficult to find, difficult to control.

He kept teasing her mind, making her breathing quick, but not completely suffocating.

And when his breathing was a little slow, he let her rhythm kick up, refusing to settle down, making her uneasy.

Breath like a gossamer.

It seems to be a small octagonal bronze incense burner resting on the edge of the window, and the faint white smoke wafting out of the incense burner carries a vague fragrance, like two people who are entangled in love.

He kissed it, but he was not at all restless, and the movements of his hands overwhelmed her, picking open the buttons of her clothes, one after another, obviously she felt it, but she was kissed by him and her mind was clouded.

And her clothes were almost peeled, and the wind blowing outside irritated her skin, and she didn't notice it.

Hurriedly and shyly covered his chest and belly pocket, firmly blocking his attack.

How could the phoenix dove be such an easy and willing person, easily turning from the hands that blocked her into soft friendship, and his hands seemed to caress her chest with infinite warmth.

The skin that should have burned like a fire was also made by his actions, and his heart kept beating wildly.

His kiss was intense, and his hand movements were so intense that she couldn't calm down, as if caressing, as if pressing, kneading her upper body, and the other hand had simply and rudely lifted the hem of her shirt.

With a little outline of the world's fine embroidery, stroking the past, she felt a feeling of unsmoothness but comfort.

He pinched the embroidered threads, allowing them to caress her body in his place, soothing her restlessness and allowing her heart to accept his coming onslaught like a tame sheep.

Qing Wei was inexplicably stimulated by this strange feeling, and subconsciously wanted to twist her waist, but asked him to hold her waist up even more, and the postures of the two of them were strangely staggered, as if they were going to prepare for something.