Seeing Qing Wei so endured but a little active, Feng Jiu's thin lips did not hook a satisfactory arc, he hugged his Qing Wei tighter, and his hand on her back was not so peaceful.

He tugged at the body behind her.

In an instant, Qing Wei felt the cool breeze behind her, which stimulated her back, but then it was his hand that reached out from behind, which made her feel at ease.

What is love, probably after two people have the same mind, what they want to be together no matter what, is called love.

"Wei'er." Feng Jiu said, "Feng Xuanguo's night scene is very beautiful, after the end, let's go to see the stars together?" ”

Her body was already impatient, and he also took it for granted that the ship was about to dock when it arrived, Qing Wei nodded shyly: "Okay, later, let's go see the stars." ”

He stretched out his hand to hook it, and the curtain hanging on the jade hook fell like this, and Qing Wei was lying on the soft couch like a plate of delicious delicacies, which made him have a great appetite.

Qing Wei no longer hides too many thoughts, it is not the first time for the two of them, and they will naturally be more intimate.

She looked at the sun in the plain blue gauze outside, and at the jade pieces that kept swaying on her head, and her body swayed with his desires, letting him ask for it, and at the same time, she was also asking for his love.

Not satisfied with this, he wants more, but he can also give her more.

Probably the legend says, from noon to sunset.

After the two of them were drenched in sweat, Qing Wei felt that his body was about to be collapsed by this dead roast chicken.

And the phoenix dove was indifferent, took the plain white silk silk to Qing Wei and wiped the sweat stains on her forehead, looked at her already weak and delicate red face, smiled slightly, and said, "Wei'er, do you still want it?" ”

Qing Wei shook her head slightly, to be precise, she almost didn't even have the strength to shake her head.

"No, no, it's really ......"

- Grandma's, how does he seem to have nothing at all, and a little bit of ...... Desire, dissatisfaction?

Qing Wei slumped on the bed, only hoping that the clothes could return to her consciously and unconsciously, without her hands, she felt that wearing clothes was a very hard thing.

"Really, don't you really need to?" Feng Gu held his cheeks, reclined on the soft couch, gently picked Qing Wei's chin, and said with a smile, "But why do I think, you don't seem to have been fed yet?" ”

Qing Wei gritted his teeth in embarrassment, straightened up with difficulty, and replied to him: "Feng Jiu, I really can't do it......"

"......" Feng Jiu reluctantly glanced at her a few times when she heard this, pouted, and seemed to be a little unconvinced, "Which stinky fox said before that he hadn't seen other men below, so he said that he was 'okay' for his husband?" ”

Qing was only stunned, and dared to love him because of this matter.

What a person, and she had already married him early, how could she have two hearts when he treated her like this.

O dove...... It's really childish.

She looked up at the cyan curtain and blinked, "Ah, I forgot ...... this"

- It's forgetting, not not knowing.

The phoenix dove rubbed her temples, moved the gaze of a certain fox looking at the light gauze curtain fiercely, looked at her and said, "Then you want to try again?" ”

Qing Wei was cold, and said tremblingly: "You, are you okay?" ”

It's the first time, what is this dead roast chicken made of, how can it be so ......