He was still kissing her so hot, and she was like he was firmly in the palm of his hand, and she couldn't break free.

To be honest, she also likes the feeling of being controlled by him, she willingly surrenders to the confinement of his love, and is willing to let her heart be manipulated by him like this.

Feng Jiu stopped the movement between his lips, he leaned back slightly, holding Qing Wei's face, looking at the little smile between her eyes, and a little bit of transparent liquid exposed from the pink lip flap.

He licked and licked it cautiously but with strong recklessness, and gently nibbled at her petal-like lips. Qing Wei felt a tingling sensation like being bitten by a small insect, itchy, but not fatal.

She couldn't bear to push him away, but he was there, making it difficult for her to resist, and she was even bewitched by him like this, wanting to hold him herself.

He lowered his head, kissed her slowly on the forehead, and then turned sideways to pick up a strand of her hair in front of her.

The slender strands of hair leaning against her made her face a little red and a little itchy.

He breathed in her ear, a bone-eating smell.

He looked at him and smiled charmingly: "Wei'er, do you want it, if you want it, I'll give it to you." ”

Qing was shocked, her big fox eyes were instantly full of crystals, and she stammered: "That, where do you want it!" Who wants it! Don't talk nonsense, you dead roast chicken! ”

Qing Wei's behavior is very childish, and a little incomprehensible, which makes Feng Gu a little annoyed, but more helpless.

He put his hands on hers, appealing to her senses, twisting her countenance and making her look at him, unable to separate her thoughts.

"Wei'er is not honest like this, but she is not well-behaved at all."

The feeling of his speech, with a hint of admonition, was low and hoarse, but full of magnetism, as if she was about to be melted by his voice around him.

"Uh, you."

Qing Wei's face turned red, and it was really hard for her to admit that she would feel like that.

However, he hugged her so slowly, as if he were following a piece of bamboo music leading her to take off her clothes, and let them flutter outside with the wind.

He combed her five fingers, removed her bun, and combed it from the inside out little by little, making her scalp feel extraordinarily relaxed, as if the whole person could relax.

He ruffled her hair, revealing her smooth, white neck, and slowly stroked his hand down her neck to her chest and then to her waist.

Extremely quickly, the clothes on her body had been stripped away by him, and at the same time, the clothes in his hands were slowly fading. Unlike Qing Wei, his undressing posture is very demagogic, as if it is deliberately slow and seductive.

Pull down the placket a little bit, revealing the shoulder line, as well as the protruding abs, and the muscles that move slightly with your breath.

The two were already honest with each other, but Qing Wei rarely felt that it seemed that he looked much better than him when he took off his clothes, and she was really ashamed that she had such a slightly obscene idea.

She didn't have anything left, but he still had a pair of obscene pants left.

The white pants were the only thing he didn't cling to red, as if white wrapped around the sides of his lower body, which would make him feel more comfortable.

Qing Wei's gaze was locked on his lower body, and even she felt that her face was burning a little.

The obscene pants could not hold him under him at all, and the small tent had been erected high, as if a fort had been set up inside, and it was ready to attack the city gate at any moment.